My seven female apprentices each have their own ideas

Even if he has psychological problems, such as being socially anxious, having low self-esteem, and being afraid of strangers, would he still be afraid after killing so many people in the Shanfa Hall?

Jiang He calmed down and said without turning his head:

"Fortunately you didn't continue to be stupid, otherwise I would have to clean up the mess for Yuan Xia."

"What do you mean? I've been accompanying my sister all these years, so where have you been? Now you're just causing trouble for my sister."

Xiao He seemed unable to bear Jiang He's words. She immediately stood up from where she was, emphasizing the word "accompany".

"I said that the Holy Son would not give him a good face. He came over eagerly at this moment."

"That's ridiculous. You don't think you're that great just because you massacred a city? I have massacred countless mortal towns."

"No, no, no, Qingmu City is a city for independent cultivators. But the place where independent cultivators live, I guess, is just like that."

He Er and He San, in particular, laughed triumphantly when they saw Jiang He's unhappy expression.

All the disciples of Shanfa Hall know that the Holy Son hates Jiang He.

However, they were still a little surprised to see Jiang He come out safe and sound.

He Er could no longer hold back, shaking the Ten Thousand Souls Banner and striding towards them with a gloomy face.

Jiang He raised his eyebrows. He Er was like a buzzing mosquito, annoying him from time to time.

But for the time being, he couldn't do anything to He Er on the territory of Shanfa Hall.

"Stop, the Holy Son has ordered, let Jiang He out."

Xiao He's voice came as expected, with a hint of disgust in it, but she endured it in the end.

"If it weren't for the order from the Holy Son, you would have long since become an unknown ghost soldier in my Ten Thousand Souls Banner."

He Er flicked his sleeves and pressed the Ten Thousand Souls Banner to the ground, causing it to flutter.

Won the applause of all the disciples.

If Jiang Heruo was just an ordinary cultivator, he wouldn't attract much of their attention.

But he is the master of the mysterious and powerful Son of Good Law in the Good Law Hall, who rarely appears in public but has a great reputation!

Moreover, the Holy Son of Good Dharma obviously disliked him, which gave them another opportunity to bully him.

This is especially true for He Er, who was severely punished by the church because of He Da's death.

He San, who was like a real brother to Jiang He before, was so angry that he vomited blood. If he could add insult to injury, why not do so?

"How ridiculous! When you three attacked me together, didn't you easily kill your boss?"

Jiang He also realized that this person clearly didn't dare to fight with him, but was just being fearless here.

"If you are not satisfied, you can ask the Holy Son to notarize it, and we can fight again. How about that?"

He Er fell silent, he knew he was no match for Jiang He.

But he didn't expect that Jiang He didn't care about his situation at all. Facing the gazes of so many disciples, he was in a dilemma.

He said with a brave face: "Okay! If you have the guts, how about I fight you a few times?"

He didn't believe that the Holy Son would really not do anything to Jiang He. He just needed to delay for a while, and the Holy Son would definitely train Jiang He like a dog.

What is there to fear about Jiang He like this?

There were too many idiots. Jiang He pushed away the disciples who were watching the fun and rushed towards Chaolai Inn.

There are many independent cultivators gathered in Chaolai Inn. These independent cultivators are just like ordinary people who come to watch the fun during the New Year festival.

If it weren't for the lewd smile on his face, Jiang He would have thought they were celebrating the New Year here.

"Don't push! Boy, do you want to die?"

The middle-aged San Zheng stretched his neck to look inside, pushing Jiang He impatiently.

Jiang He grabbed his neck and lifted him into the air.

No wonder his apprentice likes to pinch his neck.

She can hold his life in her hands, and watch his dying struggle coldly.

Seeing that he couldn't breathe, Jiang He let go of his neck and asked coldly:

"What's going on here?"

The crowd was too dense. There were already quite a few independent cultivators in the county city, and after knowing that the Shanfa Hall appeared here, countless more people gathered here.

It would be difficult for him to see what was happening inside unless he dispersed all the people.

The middle-aged cultivator's face flushed, and his pupils dilated in fear:

"Foundation Building Master! I am..."

Having established a foundation can also be called a great power. Jiang He was in no mood to listen to his pleas for mercy and interrupted:

"Don't talk nonsense."

"There is a female cultivator who has established her foundation. She is extremely beautiful, but she seems like a little white rabbit from a righteous sect. She has extraordinary cultivation, but she is too afraid to use magic. Who wouldn't want to bully a fairy?"

The middle-aged man became more and more excited as he spoke. Even though he couldn't see anything, he still craned his neck to look inside.

This description has nothing to do with Yuan Xia.

Jiang He felt relieved, and listened to the middle-aged man muttering a few words: "It's a pity that she is a little thin. It seems that there is something wrong with her brain. But if her brain is not sick, how could she fall to this point. If it weren't for that monkey, she would have been taken down long ago."

"Crench."

The man's head suddenly drooped down, and Jiang He lifted his neck.

Those who want to join the Shengan Church are not good people.

What's more, I still want to participate in this kind of thing

Jiang He convinced himself and started practicing the Rebirth Technique, pouring a vast amount of blood and energy into the corpse, which gradually swelled and looked hideous and terrifying.

The people around him had already realized that something was wrong and started to flee in all directions.

Jiang He’s target was not them, but the people standing in front of him.

"boom!"

The blood and energy from the corpse burst out, and the people in front were swept away along with the blood and energy.

These are basically Qi-cultivating cultivators, and there are fewer of them than foundation-building cultivators.

Even the Foundation Establishment cultivators, especially those few in the early stage of Foundation Establishment, could not resist this blood energy.

"Master, Master?"

A young girl in a white dress had her face buried in the quilt, sniffing obsessively, and was awakened by the unusual noise.

Her thin legs were trembling, her eyes were blurred, and she looked at Jiang He with a hint of panic.

At her feet, there was a little monkey with soft golden fur, panting with exhaustion.

When the Immovable Monkey saw Jiang He coming, his golden hair stood up in excitement:

"You're finally here, little brat. I don't know what your disciple has done wrong. I shouldn't have brought her here. If it weren't for my recovery, you would have to thank me."

However, it has been driven by Jiang Yuanxia for four years and knows her strength.

Even if she went crazy again, these monks couldn't get close to her.

But he was controlled by the insect and had to work for her.

Jiang He glanced at the people around him, and they all looked very unhappy.

The leading foundation-building monk got up from the ground and said angrily:

"Okay! Do you think that just because you are a Foundation Establishment cultivator, you dare to fight with so many of us alone? You can train a dignified Foundation Establishment cultivator into a fool who doesn't know how to fight back. I want to see if your methods are as incompetent as the ones you use to teach your disciples."

Hearing the word "idiot", Jiang Yuanxia immediately lowered his head, hugged his arms nervously, and hugged the quilt tightly.

Not

Jiang He always thought that when he saw Yuan Xia again, she was a cold-faced, violent demon. Why did she look like this?

But past rumors have always reminded him that Yuan Xia is definitely not as simple as he seems.

Even during that previous contact, she didn't fit her current image.

These are things that need to be considered and pondered later.

Jiang He hadn't been in contact with monks for so long that he was not used to the ridicule he suffered today.

He suppressed the doubts in his heart, stretched out his hand and pointed, and a stream of blood instantly pierced through the forehead of the foundation-building cultivator.

No one present reacted, except Jiang Yuanxia, ​​who suddenly raised his eyes.

Chapter 156: The Son of God, and also a Disciple

In the past, the foundation-building cultivators were out of his reach. However, the Rebirth Technique he practiced was the most advanced technique in this world.

The same is true for the Xuanhuang Pearl.

After his own cultivation of magic and body reached the foundation-building stage, coupled with the effect of the Xuanhuang Pearl in refining essence and blood, ordinary casual cultivators in the early stage of foundation-building were like grass that could be easily cut off to him.

The noisy crowd fell silent.

"Fellow Daoist, I am just passing by and I am not in the same group with these people."

The other old man who had established his foundation remained expressionless and bowed his head.

He was very wise. From the girl's words, he could tell that this person was her master.

Their behavior undoubtedly angered Jiang He. Judging from Jiang He's previous methods, they had no chance of escape at all.

He might be killed by Jiang He at the moment of escaping.

Seeing that Jiang He really didn't make a move, the monk stroked his beard again and said neither arrogantly nor humbly, "I am a worshiper of Yunxi Sect and have many friends. For example, I know a few disciples of the Shanfa Hall in Yingxian Inn. This time, I came here to visit the Son of Shanfa."

Jiang He raised his eyebrows. He almost couldn't squeeze in. You said you were just passing by?

But he had no time to pay attention to this mob for the time being, his eyes met Jiang Yuanxia's.

Yuan Xia seldom reveals her true face in front of outsiders. Whenever she goes out, she wears a thick curtain that obscures her figure.

But now she seemed to have dressed up specially. Her long, soft black hair was gently tied up with an ordinary wooden hairpin, and a few strands of hair naturally fell on her white neck.

A touch of rouge, her eyebrows and eyes are picturesque, which makes her delicate temperament more mature.

These makeups can certainly add a lot of beauty to ordinary women, but they are superfluous to Yuan Xia. If she adds one inch to her hair, it will be too long, and if she subtracts one inch, it will be too short; if she puts on powder, she is too white, and if she puts on rouge, she is too red.

The posture is natural and should not be smeared.

It is easier for Yuan Xia to kill these people than for himself.

Not to mention her own strength, the disciples of the Shanfa Hall alone were waiting nearby.

Any one of them can compete with these people alone.

Jiang He suddenly remembered that he once told Yuan Xia that as long as you have the strength, you will have the confidence to face everything.

He had always believed that Yuan Xia was now too much and had reached the point where he looked down on all living beings.

But now, she was already a little panicked even before Jiang He appeared.

Facing the fiery gazes of many monks, he dodged and just hugged the quilt, burying his little face in it, not daring to look at what was around him.

And now she raised her eyes, her beautiful dark eyes were moist and slightly red, and the pleading revealed in the fluttering of her thin eyelashes would make people feel pity for her, but also make people want to commit violence even more.

What does it look like?

It was just like the stray cat that Jiang He adopted in his previous life, trembling as it looked at him when it was besieged by a group of wild dogs. But Yuan Xia was not a stray cat at all, she was clearly a man-eating tiger.

Regardless, the many wandering cultivators present were still deceived by her appearance. Even though the body of the foundation-building cultivator was still warm, they were all swallowing their saliva, ready to make a move.

It's fake. Or it's not fake.

None of this matters anymore. If she wants to deceive herself, let her deceive herself.

Jiang He took a deep breath, and past memories kept flashing before his eyes.

When seeing myself, I would be at a loss and my whole body would become stiff. When facing a stranger cultivator while building a new home, I would be so scared that my legs would become weak. I would be scared to wet my pants by a group of children. I would not dare to speak to a random cultivator just because of a casual glance.

In this case, I will no longer regard you as the notorious Son of Good Dharma, but as the eldest disciple who is inferior and cowardly and needs care and concern.

Jiang He looked steadily at Jiang Yuanxia who seemed frightened. It was undeniable that he had always been a little afraid of Yuanxia in his heart. It was very likely that Yuanxia had now turned into the madman in the original text.

But now all these fears were suppressed by him. Jiang He turned his head and glanced at the few independent cultivators who escaped when they saw the situation was not good.