Chapter 39: Ghost Rider is now!

　　 "Haha!"
　　 Huaiye looked at the struggling to stand up haha, her eyes could not help but sparkle with tears.
　　 because she came here with haha.
　　 Wen Ping grabbed Yun Liao who was so angry that he was going to punish Yang Hua. When he grabbed his shoulder, Yun Liao didn't understand why he did it. He had thought about it, maybe Wen Ping was afraid and didn't dare to face the patrons.
　　 "Sovereign?"
　　 Yun Liao was suspiciously about to break free of Wen Ping's hand.
　　 Wen Ping did not answer him, but looked at Yang Hua in the distance like stagnant water, and said lightly. In fact, it can't be said, because every word comes out of the mouth, there is no emotional color in it at all.
　　 "Yang Hua, if you left just now, I won't be troubled by you. Now, you will never leave."
　　 "It's up to you!"
　　 Yang Hua responded coldly.
Who is he?
　　The first person to rely on the Shanzong Sword Sect, don't say that the so-called Elder Yun in front of him, even if the immortal sect owners are added together, no one can stop him as long as he wants to go. As a body-refining 13-fold cultivator, it doesn't mean that if strength beats him, it will definitely kill him.
　　 No matter how strong the fist is, is there a sharp sword?
　　 But when he turned his head and was about to teach Huai Ye a lesson, the temperature around him suddenly rose, and the heat involuntarily hit his heart. He couldn't help but loosen his neckline and saw the expressions of the people around him.
　　 12 people, all looking in one direction, their faces are gray.
　　 If they look like they want to sing, they don’t need to apply white fuel at all, because their faces are already white to their bones.
　　Fear and horror were in the eyes of 12 people, and their eyes filled with!
　　 "Ghost!"
　　 "Mom-don't you stop me."
　　 12 people fled back at the same place.
　　 did not escape very far, and a line of fire passed over his head, and the infernal haha ​​of the ghost knight fell behind them, blocking their way.
　　 Haha, he threw himself down.
　　 After one bite, the person was silent.
　　 The disciple of the patron who saw this scene was scared to death.
"Help!"
　　 A few people staggered directly to the ground, and whenever haha ​​took a step forward, they moved back a few times.
　　 "Hahaha"
　　 When Yang Hua was about to speak, he suddenly noticed a deep laughter coming from behind, as if his mouth was covered by something, and a hand fell on his shoulder.
　　 The fingertips like a soldering iron melted his clothes and pressed tightly to the skin, making him gritted his teeth in pain. Turning his head, after seeing the face holding his thing in front of him, the fear on his face was no less than that of the 12 people.
　　 The flame-burning skeleton, holding his shoulders with two skeleton hands, and laughing.
　　 The laughter pierced into his ears. He didn't realize that it was a human voice. The laughter seemed to come from deep underground, from the endless Asura hell.
　　 Wen Ping's voice came faintly, "They are all yours!"
　　 "Haha"
　　 The evil spirit knight laughed again.
　　 The mountain dog that it collapsed also barked a few times, as if it could not help Yang Hua's urge to die.
　　 Yang Hua is not an ordinary person. After being held, he felt the crisis of life and death, how could he have reservations anymore.
　　 With the sword in his hand, it pierced directly at the heart of the evil spirit knight.
　　 After the long sword entered the body, Yang Hua was pushed aside by the evil spirit rider. He flew five or six meters before landing. Once he landed, a mouthful of blood spurted out.
　　 "Block it! It has been stabbed by me and seriously injured. Whoever can take him down, I will accept him as a true disciple."
　　 Yang Hua almost desperately threw out the temptation of the true heirloom disciple. In the patron, an elder’s true heirloom disciple is equivalent to the future elder of the patron sect. The position is high. Apart from the fear of the elder and the suzerain, everyone else ignores it.
　　 What does practice seek is the power to control one's own life and control others, and these can be achieved instantly as long as they become true disciples.
　　If you have this kind of identity, you can definitely walk sideways in Cangwu City, and you don't have to fear anyone.
　　 From now on, ordinary family members will be proud of him. High officials and dignitaries will come to court, and wives and concubines will send them to the door by themselves. When there is no money, someone will send money over... This is not a joke, but a real reality.
　　 However, Yang Hua underestimated people's fear of the unknown, especially the horror of seeing the ancient house burning with flames.
　　 "Run quickly!"
　　 "My legs are weak. Pull me a bit...Don't go...Take me a bit...Don't you like my wife? I can give her to you."
　　 However, no matter how this person shouted, when they saw the evil spirit rider heading towards Yang Hua, they went to various places to get up, and then ran towards the stone steps desperately.
　　 But they can't escape the pursuit of haha!
　　 The screams came one after another under the world, echoing in the air for a long time.
　　 At this time, Huaiye and others also had surprised expressions. If it weren't for the evil spirit knights to ignore them from beginning to end, they believed that they would be more embarrassed than the disciples of the patrons in front of them.
　　 Yun Liao swallowed his saliva and couldn't help asking: "Sect Master, what is that?"
　　 "Guardian of the Immortal Sect!"
　　 "This...like a ghost, more terrifying than a monster." Yun Liao couldn't help swallowing again and involuntarily stepped back.
what!
what!
　　 Hearing the screams coming from the front, Yun Liao's heart felt a little tight.
　　 Wen Ping walked to Huai Ye and asked, "Is it all right?"
　　 "Sovereign."
　　 Huai Ye didn't know what to say, so he hugged Wen Ping all of a sudden, and cried out of fear.
　　 I just don’t know if I cried for the kicked haha, or if I saw the ghost rider was scared to cry.
　　 Wen Ping comforted: "It's okay."
　　 "Hmm."
　　 Huaiye nodded.
　　 Yun Liao asked at this time, "Sect Master, do you want me to help it?"
　　 "No, the people who rely on the mountain sect are dead."
"So fast!"
　　 Yun Liao Po was a little frightened~EbookFREE.me~ Involuntarily, the ghost rider appeared again in his mind.
　　 He is also scared.
　　 It's just that he didn't show this fear.
　　 How long has passed since, a 13-weight kendo master died like this, I am afraid no one would believe it.
　　 It is estimated that only experts in the Profound Realm can do this, right?
　　 No wonder Wen Ping said today that he betrayed the Immortal Sect, so haha ​​would not let them go, the feelings haha ​​turned out to be the guardian of the Immortal Sect. He had always thought that Haha was a mountain dog, and he would only go into the mountains to catch some wild boars.
　　 Not long after coming here, he mistakenly looked at Wen Ping, the Immortal Sect, and unexpectedly saw another dog.
　　 "This uncle Wang." Yun Liao couldn't help but look at the nearly 100-year-old Uncle Wang, wondering if he was also an expert hermit.
　　 Wen Ping smiled and snapped his fingers, "Yes, it's that fast!"
　　 After comforting Huaiye with a few words, Wen Ping helped Uncle Wang to his house step by step.
　　 "Uncle Wang, are you okay?"
　　 "Old bones, I can't stand the toss, but fortunately, it's not time to fall apart. It's you, don't cause trouble to your upper body because of me. The backing of the mountain sect is supernatural, and the Immortal sect can't stand their toss now."
　　 "Uncle Wang, don't worry, relying on the mountain Zongqiang, Immortal Zong is not a soft persimmon now. By the way, what do you want to eat tonight, I will let Huaiye make it for you.
　　 "Leg of lamb, I haven't eaten that thing for many years."
　　 "Okay, I'll buy it later."
　　 "By the way, Sovereign, how did you talk about finding my wife last time?"
　　 Wen Ping: ...
　　 Wen Ping estimated that Uncle Wang must have forgotten what he had just been kidnapped by a sword, but it is also possible that he didn't care about life or death at all.