The headmaster and Zhenjun Xiu Mu looked at each other for a few times, trying to see something in each other's eyes, but the other disciples all looked confused and had no idea what was going on.

The headmaster asked the True Lord Huizhi in a low voice: "Have you found anyone suspicious?"

True Lord Huizhi tugged at the silk handkerchief in his hand: "You haven't noticed it, senior brother, how could we possibly find it? It seems that he is even more powerful than senior brother Chunjia. He is a troublesome person. I really didn't expect it.

...This stinky girl actually has such a powerful person to help her."

Although Zhenjun Huizhi said something unpleasant, her words are what everyone is thinking about at this moment. How could Zhuge Canglan, an ordinary outer sect disciple, have such a powerful person to help him?

The leader's mind suddenly moved and he whispered: "Do you think Master is helping that stinky girl??"

Lord Jiang Xunzhen was the first to retort, "Absolutely impossible. If the Immortal Master wanted to save Zhuge Canglan, why would he use this method? He could just take the person away."

Zhenjun Xiu Mu nodded in agreement: "Junior Brother Jiang Xun is absolutely right, he cannot be the Immortal Lord."

The leader and True Lord Huizhi asked at the same time: "Who could that be?"

Jiang Xunzhen sat down and said slowly, "Let's continue watching. I believe that Junior Brother Chunjia will force the person out."

The four people looked at True Lord Chunjia at the same time, then they all put away the look of surprise on their faces, returned to their original positions, and stared at True Lord Chunjia in the field.

After Chunjia Zhenjun was stunned for a short time, the fire in his heart almost burned out all his reason. He stood on the execution platform and shouted loudly: "Who, get out of here?"

His voice was like red and swollen thunder, and his roar was as if the earth was shaking, but after a while, there was no movement in the quiet air.

Chun Jia Zhenjun gritted his teeth and stared at Zhuge Canglan with his scarlet eyes. In a flash, he saw that he was already standing in front of Zhuge Canglan, his hands squeezing Zhuge Canglan's neck.

Chunjia Zhenjun locked Zhuge Canglan's slender neck with his hand as big as a fan. He could crush the slender neck with just a little effort. He looked around and shouted: "I'll count to three, and if you don't get out,

...I will kill this little bitch..."

"One...two..."

Just when the word "three" was about to be spoken, Chunjia Zhenjun suddenly felt as if a mountain weighing tens of millions of kilograms was pressed on his back. His figure was shaking under the pressure and he was about to be unable to withstand it...

The weight on the back keeps increasing, but it becomes more and more heavy. Even if Chunjia Zhenjun is already a monk in the Nascent Soul distraction stage, he cannot bear the weight of a huge mountain.

Chun Jia Zhenjun did not believe in evil. He gritted his teeth hard, veins popped out on his forehead, and his face turned red. The hand holding Zhuge Canglan's neck felt like it was being pressed on a red hot iron without using any force. He kept shaking in pain.

She couldn't exert any strength on her hands.

In addition, the weight on his back continued to increase, and he finally couldn't help it. He knelt on the ground with a bang, and his knees hit the stone execution platform, making two big holes.

Zhuge Canglan could clearly hear the sound of Chun Jia Zhenjun's kneecaps breaking. His face should have been ferocious with pain. The hand that was pinching Zhuge Canglan's neck was also beaten down. His palm was red and his skin was curled up.

, there are a few places where the black scorch has been reduced, which is really shocking and terrifying...
Chapter completed!