"Hmph." Zhang Tiancheng snorted coldly: "You are just pretending to be a ghost!"
As he spoke, he winked at the people next to him.
An elder nodded slightly, took a few steps back, and hid behind the three of them.
He took out a small blood-red jar, and just looking at it made people feel dizzy.
Even he was holding the jar a little cautiously.
Wrapping his hands with spiritual energy, he carefully took out a silver needle from the jar.
Looking at the blood-red silver needle, shrouded in black mist and exuding evil aura, a smile appeared on the elder's face.
"It is the greatest honor in your life to be killed by this Seven Evil Soul-Destroying Needle."
As he muttered words, the silver needle floated in the air, and gradually disappeared, completely blending into the air.
After learning that Grandma Xihua had arrived, Chen Feng, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, became vigilant again.
He didn't know why, but he felt vaguely uneasy, always feeling that something bad was going to happen.
The hairs on my body stood on end, and I even had goosebumps all over my body.
No matter how he explored the surrounding environment, he didn't see anything out of the ordinary.
"Am I too sensitive?" Chen Feng thought in his mind, but he didn't think so.
He still believes in warrior consciousness, which has saved him many times.
When Chen Feng was thinking about it, he felt a chill between his brows and the smell of blood came out.
"ah!"
He screamed in pain, feeling that his eyebrows were cracked, and something was desperately trying to get in.
"What the hell, get out of here!" Chen Feng used spiritual energy to restrain the thing, but it had no effect at all. He still kept digging into his mind.
"If you dare to hurt him even a hair, I will definitely wash the entire Lingyun Sect with blood."
Zhang Tiancheng didn't take Grandma Xihua's words to heart at all.
Bloodbath his Lingyun Sect?
It was such a big joke, and it was a shame she could tell it.
After all, Chen Feng couldn't resist, and the silver needle penetrated into his sea of consciousness.
"It's done." The elder who just offered the silver needle showed a proud smile: "But how can a small person in the Zhenwu realm turn the world upside down?"
"If you offend my Lingyun Sect, you will only die!"
"You are seeking death!" With a roar, dark clouds formed and the sky and earth changed color.
The elder who offered the silver needle felt a pain on his face, and then he flew backwards.
Rolling on the ground countless times, hitting countless buildings, he hit the wall of a hall hard and then came to an embarrassing stop.
"Ahem."
"Wow"
After spitting out a mouthful of blood, the man felt dizzy for a while, unable to speak a word, and his face was swollen like a pig's head.
"Who are you?" Zhang Tiancheng and others became even more vigilant. Granny Xihua's move scared them all.
Grandma Xihua ignored their words and rushed directly towards Chen Feng the moment she appeared here.
When he saw the bloody hole on his forehead, he was struck by lightning and froze on the spot.
"Seven Evil Soul-Destroying Needles!" Granny Xihua's voice trembled, unable to accept this fact.
"You..." Grandma Xihua turned her head and looked at them angrily.