The monk surnamed Wang is the second seat of the Discipline Hall of Haoran Academy, and he is the uncle of Wang Hehan and relies on.

Wang Hehan was able to find a position in the subordinate branch of Haoran Academy, all of which relied on this uncle to make some connections.

This has also caused this person to be arrogant and domineering, and even ruthless, and his flaws must be retributed. Although you may pretend to be in front of people, you can't say for sure after people.

This is similar to the second ancestor of some families, the same evil, the same has a backer, there is no king's law.

However, this person is a Confucian Jindan monk, and he will not abide by the secular royal law.

At this moment, he saw Lei Luo, a guy who had ruined his own good deeds several times, so he naturally let his subordinates do it.

As a result, what I never expected was that with a single face, these dozen disciples died out, without any time to react, and even his uncle didn't make a move, and all the people were gone.

"You, what are you!" this time it was the monk surnamed Wang who spoke.

His treacherous and old face was also full of surprise at this moment, because the other party was able to kill so many of the same rank in an instant, it must not be a foundation building monk, and it may even be a high-level monk pretending.

"Who am I, a second-generation disciple of Yuanshan Academy, your junior can also testify to this!" Lei Luo said with a smile.

This is not wrong, he did worship in Yuanshan Academy, and Wang Hehan also knew that the other party was a disciple of his own academy, but this person did not come to worship in the academy now.

"Uncle, the two of us will work together to capture this kid and then try to see where he came from!" Wang Hehan proposed.

He was naturally afraid, although his cultivation was in the middle stage of Jindan, and there was an uncle in the early stage of the Yuan Infant behind him, but he was not afraid of 10,000, he was afraid of what happened, if he died, then there would be nothing.

So it's not a big mistake to be careful, if it weren't for the poor status, he would have to let the uncle behind him take action, and he would simply stand and watch the play.

"Just one mid-stage Jindan, one early Yuanying stage, I can use the cultivation of the early stage of foundation building to deal with you!" Lei Luo said calmly.

What he said made the monk surnamed Wang and Wang Hehan inexplicable for a while, and even a little surprised, and even muttered in their hearts: "This is the confidence that gives you!"

"The juniors in the foundation building period also dare to be presumptuous!" said the monk surnamed Wang angrily.

Then he raised his hand and struck out a palm, and a white-handed phantom the size of five zhang bombarded him, but the speed and attack power of this move were far worse than the previous mountain guests.

Lei Luo kicked his feet violently, and his body shook to avoid such a move.

Then his body turned into a flash of lightning, and he rushed towards the two in front of him at a rapid speed, and at the same time clenched his hands into fists, ready to make a move.

"Look for death!" The monk surnamed Wang sacrificed a jade ruler magic weapon, which turned into a white rainbow and bombarded away.

But he underestimated Lei Luo's speed, although the speed of this white rainbow was fast, it was not impossible to dodge.

"Bang bang" twice, Lei Luo jumped up in the air, and stepped on two steps in the air, and actually passed by to avoid the jade ruler.

Then his figure relied on his speed to rush in front of Wang Hehan, who still couldn't believe it, because his uncle couldn't take the other party.

However, although he is a figure like the second ancestor, he is not satisfied with the movements in his hands, and he still sacrifices a waist card in a hurry.

This treasure was blocked in front of Wang Hehan, and released a layer of earthy yellow circular barrier, which was obviously an earth-attribute defensive magic weapon.

"Useless!" he shouted, followed by a punch that slammed down.

"Click-bang-" First there was the sound of the barrier shattering, and then the fist slammed into the shoulder of the stunned Wang Hehan.

His small shoulder and right arm exploded, and his body flew more than ten feet to the left, and at the same time rolled on the ground and convulsed, but he was not killed for a while.

"You two go watch him, and I'll clean up the mess at last!" Lei Luo snorted.

The figures of the little white fox and Lu Linglong emerged, and rushed towards Wang Hehan, who had fallen to the ground, and surrounded him in the middle to prevent him from escaping.

"What, ghosts and monsters in the primordial infancy!"

The monk surnamed Wang felt very troubled when he saw Lu Linglong and the little white fox appear, and at the same time, a trace of uneasiness flashed in his eyes, because a foundation building monk could not drive away the ghosts and demon beasts of the Yuan Infant Stage.

"Could it be that this junior is a Yuan Infant Cultivator, but why don't you restore your cultivation?" he wondered.

The cultivation of the person in front of him has always been in the early stage of foundation building, and he didn't use much true yuan at all when he made a move just now, but the strength and fists he exerted.

He then quickly made a judgment, it was not that he had no chance to win, there should be some hidden disease in the body of the person in front of him, so he couldn't invoke the mana of the Yuan Infant Stage.

The monk surnamed Wang waved his white sleeved robe with a grim expression, and then sacrificed a black inkstone.

"Taste the power of this thing!" he said, grimacingly.

The monk surnamed Wang pinched the trick continuously, and the black inkstone grew in the wind, and finally turned into ten zhang high, and the black ink in the inkstone churned, and crows of the size of a zhang flew out.

Even the crows' eyes were as black as ink, and they let out a strange "quack" sound, and at the same time, the ink on their bodies was churning, and they looked like dead things had come back to life.

"This is an ancient treasure, but why is the ancient treasure's supernatural powers so flexible?"

Lei Luo looked at the black crow on the inkstone with some surprise, but he didn't expect that this inkstone was not the magic weapon of the monk surnamed Wang, but an ancient treasure.

"Hmph, it seems that you are not a monk of my Holy Heavenly Emperor Dynasty, otherwise how could you not know what power these imitations of spiritual treasures from the Hundred Refining Sect have!" a sneer sounded.

"Lingbao imitation?" Lei Luo said with some surprise.

He had vaguely heard of this thing, as if it was the proud product of the Hundred Refining Sect, the Great Refining Sect of the Holy Heavenly Emperor Dynasty.

Unlike the ancient treasures refined by the ancient monks tens of thousands of years ago, these are all imitated by the Hundred Refining Sect to refine the spirit treasures, and these treasures also have part of the power of the spirit treasures.

Moreover, according to the rarity of the materials used, as well as the proficiency of refining techniques, the power of the imitation inheritance spirit treasure will also be different.

The next imitation may only have one or two percent of the power of the spirit treasure, and the power is a few points weaker than that of an ordinary ancient treasure.

But the high-level Lingbao imitations are not ordinary, some have fifty percent of the Lingbao, and the best even have seventy or eighty percent of the Lingbao's magical powers, which is far from being comparable to the ancient treasures of the ancient monks.

And the most critical point is that these imitations are not the spirit treasure body, and they do not need the corresponding spirit treasure recipe to be driven, so most of the Yuan Infant Monks of the Holy Heavenly Emperor Dynasty have this kind of treasure that is not weak.

This kind of treasure is not the spirit treasure itself, and the manufacturing process is similar to the ancient treasure, which does not need to be included in the body, as long as it has been slightly refined, it can be used, which is very convenient.

Of course, if you want to control it handy, it is best for the monk to refine the magic weapon himself, but the monk does not have enough time to cultivate a natal magic weapon, where can he get the kung fu to warm up the rest of the magic weapons.

These are far away, in short, the monk surnamed Wang looked at the magic power of his treasure surrounded Lei Luo, and showed a sneer on his face, and then counted with both hands.

Under his control, the crows' bodies flipped in the air and all turned into pitch-black swords that stabbed at the center.

"That beautiful girl and ghost scholar are poor enough, and they don't even have imitations, no wonder they are so easy to deal with!" Lei Luo complained at this time.

Then his figure disappeared in an instant, and when he appeared the next moment, he had already dodged the attacks of dozens of pitch-black swords, and rushed to a distance of five zhang in front of the monk surnamed Wang.

But just as he continued to get closer, the monk surnamed Wang opened his mouth and spat out, and then an earthy yellow light cluster turned into a roll of yellow bamboo slips and blocked between the two of them.

This scroll of bamboo slips looks like it is made of bamboo, but it is actually a natal defense magic weapon refined from an extremely strong earth-attribute spirit plant.

The monk surnamed Wang knew that the defensive power of this treasure was extremely amazing, even a monk of the same rank could not easily penetrate this object, and it was estimated that the sword cultivator would make him a little jealous.

But the person in front of him is still a cultivator in the early stage of foundation building, and the other party is still fighting against himself with his fists, it is absolutely impossible to break through the defense of this treasure.

The monk surnamed Wang thought so, but Lei Luo didn't think so.

His expression was also hideous, and then his right fist was covered with gold and blood lines, and at the same time, his feet stepped on the air, and his body turned into a black rainbow and rushed away.

"Shatter!" he let out a loud shout, and his fist slammed into the surface of the scroll of bamboo slips, and this treasure also emitted a circle of earthy yellow halos, forcefully blocking this fist.

"Boom", a strong wind rushed around, and it was affected to a certain extent within more than 30 zhang.

"Click, click, click" A cracking sound sounded.

The first crack appeared on the surface of the earthy yellow bamboo slips, followed by the second, and then the third......

"Impossible, a monk in the early stage of foundation building, how could he shatter my natal defense magic weapon!" said the monk surnamed Wang in disbelief.

Then the blood qi in his body surged, and the whole person couldn't restrain himself from spurting out a mouthful of blood, and his body staggered back a few steps, obviously the injury in his body was not light.

In fact, what he didn't know was that ten more treasures like this kind of treasure in Lei Luo's heyday couldn't stop his punch. Even if the cultivation is in the early stage of foundation building, the strength of the physical body is here, which is enough to smash this treasure by himself.

"Die, old dog!" a cry of rage rang out.

The monk surnamed Wang secretly said that it was not good, and then he wanted to urge the magic power of the inkstone to return to defense.

But at this moment, a black shadow flashed in front of him, and at the same time, a sharp pain came from his chest.

"Poof".

An arm came out of his chest, and the person who came rushed to his back in an instant, and still held a beating heart in his hand.

"I am the Yuanying Monk, as long as the Yuanying is not extinguished, the heart is gone, and I can still take it away!" the monk surnamed Wang looked weak, but said in a hideous tone.

But the next moment, when he wanted to let Yuan Ying leave his body, he felt a cramping pain in his chest, and then the whole person began to weaken under a devouring force.

"You and Wang Hehan are two miscellaneous pieces, both deserve to die!" The monk surnamed Wang heard this sentence before he died, and then his face was full of unwillingness, and he died in anger.

After Lei Luo killed the monk surnamed Wang, he turned his head to look more than ten zhang ahead, where Wang Hehan was in the end.

At this moment, Dean Wang of Yuanshan Academy was extremely frightened, his expression was terrified, and there was a smell of urine from his lower body, it turned out that he was really scared to pee!

"There is no grudge between you and me, but why do you want to be this villain, because of a little thing to envy me!" Lei Luo looked at the person in front of him like a dead dog, and said with a cold expression.

The grudge between the two of them was only a trivial matter at the beginning, but this man hated himself for this little thing, and made a stumbling block, and he really saw too many such narrow-minded people.

"Lei Luo, Lord Lei, the villain is guilty, you just let the villain go, how can I say that it is still your uncle, right, you don't remember the villain, treat me as a fart!"

"Aren't we Confucians paying attention to being forgiving and forgiving, aren't Confucianism paying attention to benevolence and righteousness, we are all Confucian monks, you and I are scattered today, this matter is over!"

Although Wang Hehan's shoulder and right hand were broken, he still begged for mercy, and his expression showed a hint of flattery, but he was more frightened.

"I must live, I am the future of the Wang family, when I live, I will expose you to kill my uncle, Haoran Academy will definitely not let you go, you just wait to be killed by Haoran Academy!"

"There is also a hidden killing of me, I am going to the hidden killing door to issue a mission, and in the future, I will hunt you down to the ends of the earth, and it will definitely not make you feel better, I will kill all your family members, relatives, and let you taste my revenge!"

Although he begged for mercy in his mouth, he was thinking about his future revenge, and when he passed this level, he would definitely not let the person in front of him feel better, and he must make him regret it.

"You're insulting Confucianism, you deserve to die!"

Lei Luo stepped on it with one foot, breaking Wang Hehan's left arm, and then kicked out three times in a row, only to hear three cracking sounds.

Wang Hehan's miserable howl resounded throughout the crown tower, because his two legs and lower body were trampled to pieces, and even his pelvis was crushed by the person in front of him.

Just as he was twitching and struggling, foaming at the mouth, a big foot stepped on his chest, and it became heavier and heavier a little harder.

"Don't!" Wang Hehan struggled and shouted with the last of his strength.

"Bang" His chest exploded, his body scattered, and he couldn't see it.

Lei Luo sighed, and then walked to the crown tower behind him without looking at this Confucian scum, because this bastard was not worthy of letting himself collect the corpse for him.

There are no dead corpses, and the wilderness of violent corpses is the fate of this miscellaneous deserved.