Bad Master: Disciple, don't make trouble, you are pregnant!

The setting sun, as scarlet as blood, stands on the vast Cangshan Mountain.

The yellow sand sweeping across the sky is desolate and lonely.

Countless dilapidated weapons were inserted into the cracked ground.

There are also hundreds of corpses piled up, worn armor and banners fluttering in the wind, as if mourning that the glory of the past is gone.

In this empty and lonely world, there is boundless chill and cruelty.

At the end of the world, there is only one person.

He stood there quietly, his back was bleak and lonely, and there was a sense of determination and loneliness.

The man held a peach blossom branch and turned around slowly.

Then the peach blossom branch waved out!
Just a simple, ordinary slant.

This world of blood and corpses suddenly collapsed.

The crack that suddenly appeared in the sky tore everything to pieces.

The three thousand small worlds shattered like glass.

A slant of the peach blossom branch brought everyone back to reality.

boom!
A muffled sound.

Opposite Wei Canglan, Su Wudao not far away suddenly fell to the ground.

His eyes were dull, his highlights lost, and the knife in his hand fell to the ground.

At this moment, he couldn't erase the memory of that moment in his mind.

In the end what happened?
Have you been pulled into another world?
Is that the world created by Wei Canglan?

How can it be?

Which monk can be capable now?

According to the legend, only those who ascended to the level of immortals can create a world by themselves, right?

How could he be the second seat...

Isn't he Nascent Soul?

Also, what is the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood in that world...

what……

so tired……

Su Wudao didn't want to think any more, and slowly closed his eyes, falling into a coma.

At this moment, the Martial Arts Field is also completely silent.

Needle drop is audible.

Wei Canglan still maintained the posture of raising his hand after tilting.

He glanced quietly around the high platform, and then looked at Su Wudao, feeling a little flustered.

Teacher Su, what happened?

Didn't I just smoke it with a peach blossom branch?

Why did you lie down?
You boy and that Qin Yu from the county are going together, right?

Touch porcelain!

I am at least five or six meters away from you.

The branch didn't hit you.

Get up quickly, don't lie down...

cold on the ground...

Hey!
Above the square, the heads of several seats also stared wide-eyed.

They know all too well what that is.

According to ancient records, the fairy king can form three thousand worlds just by talking and laughing and waving his hands.

Just now, Wei Canglan's sword brought everyone into that battlefield-like world.

That sword move is the basic oblique tease.

Not standard yet.

If you have to say it, just wave it casually.

But that's it.

Let everyone fall into his world!

The head teacher looked at Wei Canglan's figure in the martial arts arena with a serious expression.

Could it be that Cang Lan is the Immortal King?
This……

Does he know it himself?

impossible!
It's impossible!

Immortal kings cannot be reincarnated as mortals, and can only live in the upper realm, regardless of everything.

Unless someone in the star field signs a contract with the fairy king at the cost of their lives, the fairy can be asked to descend for a short time.

But if you do that, it's just a few strands of immortal energy from the gods.

Cang Lan would not compete with his disciples, he wanted to invite immortal energy.

And he didn't draw a talisman, didn't use formations, and there was absolutely no possibility of inviting immortals.

Then what was the reason for his sword just now?
Starfield cultivators, even Ning Chan of Mahayana, can hardly do this.

Even Baili Solanum nigrum, the current sword fairy, probably has to do his best to pull someone into his own world.

Right now, there are at least a thousand people in the martial arts arena.

And the first few people are all Huashen!
Canglan Nascent Soul Realm, how could it be possible to pull some of the chiefs who are one or two realms higher than him into it?
But until now...

Is Canglan really the Nascent Soul?

Could it be that he, like the first few, is also a deity?

But even if you transform into a god, you can't create your own world...

This……

Senseless.

The head teacher Qi Xiao was dumbfounded.

The other heads were also dumbfounded.

The disciples are even more so.

Many people are also blind at this moment, as if their souls have been taken away.

In the martial arts arena, Wei Canglan is probably the only one who can keep thinking.

It's a pity that after seeing everyone's status now, he is also at a loss.

What's wrong?
I didn't do anything, did I?
What happened to your eyes?

Am I just waving a peach blossom branch?
What about you?
Just because I put that kid down with a peach blossom branch?

Do you think it's unrealistic?
Wei Canglan didn't understand.

He shook his head, feeling a little flustered.

Hurry up and take Su Wudao away!
What's wrong with him?
At this time, Xun Wenhong and Zuoqiuru who were at the top came back to their senses, and quickly winked at an elder below.

The elder reacted, and immediately flew to the martial arts arena to confirm Su Wudao's situation.

Check it out.

Fortunately, Su Wudao just fainted.

Neither the body nor the spiritual roots were damaged.

Rest for a few days and you should be fine.

The elder silently transmitted the sound, and informed the head teacher and others of the situation.

Xun Wenhong immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

He thought that his most proud disciple died just like that.

But after going through such a dangerous situation just now, Su Wudao was safe and sound.

Xun Wenhong looked at the head teacher with some puzzlement.

Qi Xiao thought for a while, frowned and analyzed:

"If ordinary disciples are hit by Cang Lan like that, I'm afraid they will really die here."

"Even if Su Wudao was born in the army and his body is too strong, he should not be able to withstand that sword."

"The reason why it is safe and sound now, I guess..."

Zuoqiuru and Du Ruixi next to each other nodded, agreeing with the teacher's statement:
"Canglan is showing mercy."

The teacher nodded:

"After all, no matter how strong Cang Lan is in the same sect, he won't do anything to his fellow sect. Brother Wen Hong, you can rest assured about this."

"It's not like you don't know Cang Lan's rigorous and steady temperament."

"Don't hold grudges against him."

Xun Wenhong snorted coldly:
"Brother, what are you talking about?"

"No matter how powerful Canglan is, he is still a member of my Cangxing Sect."

"I am him and uncle, there is no reason to hate my nephew!"

"You, narrow-minded."

The head teacher stroked his beard, smiled and said nothing.

Today's martial arts performance has come to an end.

Everyone knows that Su Wudao is competitive and wants to hone himself.

He will lose against Wei Canglan.

It's just that no one thought of it.

He will lose so completely.

Lost so cleanly.

so weird...

He lay down without even drawing a knife.

But everyone didn't think he was so embarrassing.

Because some people have seen Wei Canglan's shocking sword, which is comparable to the sword of the contemporary sword fairy Baili Nightshade.

Su Wudao said to him, it is not wrong to lose.

Instead, it aroused the envy of everyone.

Master Wei's use of this sword must have benefited Su Wudao a lot.

In that sword move, there is an indescribably supreme aura.

Anyone who practices swords can feel it.

I'm afraid that when Su Wudao wakes up, his cultivation will go up to a higher level!
In front of the stands, Chen Yu, who had been silent all this time, also recovered from her absence.

She looked at Wei Canglan's independent back in the square, and her heart was filled with excitement.

After she saw that sword, she couldn't forget it.

When will she be like the master, who can cut the world with a swing of the sword.

She decided.

Practice the sword!

Practice swords with master!