Underworld exchange group

Chapter 1230 What is the situation

The man who made the coffin was very anxious, if there was one more soul trace item, it would be great, then he could go back to a long time ago, and he could enter the palace where the misty rain and setting sun were setting before everyone else, and grab a futon.

But he still tried his best to rush to the main hall. After so many years of hard work, he finally accumulated enough soul trace power, and he must not just waste it like this.

Panting, he rushed into the palace, and when he looked inside, he almost fainted on the spot. There were not too many people in the palace, just seven people, six men and one woman.

It was only a little bit, just a little bit, and he came to Taikoo to hurry up and finally was too slow. He felt sad, his nose was red, and tears flowed down uncontrollably.

Or failed?
The seven people in front were very surprised when they saw him crying. What's the matter with this man, he should be happy to come here to listen to the preacher, why are he still crying?

Thinking that there is only one missing, the coffin maker cried even more sadly. This feeling is like you could have planted a 2 million yuan prize, but there is only one missing in the middle, and there is no penny in the end.

Happiness is so close, yet so far away.

The coffin maker collapsed on the floor of the main hall. Thinking of the sad place, he couldn't help but beat the ground vigorously with his hands. The crying was called a heartbroken heartbroken.

"Fellow Daoist, why are you crying?"

The coffin maker burst into tears and snotted his nose: "There is no seat, there is no seat..."

"My family lives far away, so I didn't catch up. Is there any kind fellow Taoist who can give me a seat?"

At this time, those present don’t know what it means to have a futon seat, but they all know that the seat is very important, and they can get close to the speaker, and those who sit close can also ask the speaker questions.

For a while, none of the six men and one woman answered.

"Please."

The coffin maker immediately knelt down on the ground and knelt down.

This is the position of a sage, not to mention kneeling, calling him a father, the coffin maker wouldn't even bat an eyelid.

"This……"

Seeing this, the six men and one woman present were all very surprised, they didn't expect that this one in front of him would fold himself down like this just to beg for a seat, they all sighed.

But still no one gave up his seat.

Just when the coffin maker was feeling a little desperate, a rough voice came: "I will let you take my seat."

Joy fell from the sky.

He looked up, but saw a familiar face, Lei Zu, who was at the top of the sky. Of course, he hadn't become the real Lei Zu at this time.

He suddenly remembered one thing, this Lei Zu looks hot-tempered, but he is actually a kind person. According to the records of later generations, this Lei Zu originally had a futon, but later gave it to someone else.

"Thank you, thank you..." The coffin maker desperately kowtowed to thank him.

Lei Zu's seat was actually quite high, ranking third.

"Wait!"

Just as the coffin maker was about to take his seat, a man rushed in from outside the hall and yelled loudly. This man's gray hair was fluttering, and he was full of sword energy. It was none other than Zhang Fan who rushed over.Good luck, finally arrived.

The people in the hall suddenly saw a person appearing and making such a loud noise, they all looked at him in surprise.Zhang Fan's gaze also swept over them, many familiar faces, the person under the tree, the little sage of the Confucian Academy, the one from Haitian Cangqiong, and the one from Mount Blessing, Lei Zu.

When he saw the only woman present, Zhang Fan was stunned for a moment. He couldn't believe it. It was actually Shui Zixian. However, this meeting Shui Zixian didn't know him at all, so he looked at Zhang Fan curiously, with eyes still There is a little disgust.

"Lei Zu, you can't give him your seat!" Zhang Fan said.

"Lei Zu? Who is Lei Zu?" Lei Zu was a little confused whether he was Lei Zu.

The coffin maker was anxious: "Why are you meddling in other people's business? He gave me this seat on his own initiative. You have no right to intervene." Seeing that the meat was about to reach his mouth, another moth appeared.

Zhang Fan said, "Why should I stop you? You don't have a clear mind?"

"Be sensible and give up your seat, or...you will regret it!"

If the coffin maker gave up, Zhang Fan would still spare his life and send him back to ancient times. After all, he is not a murderer.

The coffin maker laughed angrily: "This is the Taoist place for scripture lecturers. Is it possible that you still want to kill people here?"

"Are you courting death?"

Even if he offends the preacher, Zhang Fan will never let the coffin maker become a saint. The consequences of this are really terrible. After seeing Shui Zixian here, he is more aware of this. At this time, the woman Zixian should not have the ability to travel through time and space. If it affects her, the Taiwei Sect may cease to exist. Such consequences are beyond his ability.

The coffin maker was taken aback. He knew what kind of strength Zhang Fan had. Even the saint had been taught a lesson by him, let alone him, who hurriedly shouted: "Taoist, Taoist..."

With this cry, all the people present changed their faces, which alarmed the preacher.

"court death!"

A cold light flashed in Zhang Fan's eyes, and he struck with a sword.

The sword light exploded in the hall, and a piece of white light shone.

"Who dares to make noise in the hall?"

The voice of the lecturer came out, and the lecturer came out. Seeing this situation, the little sage of the Confucian Academy was moved in his heart, wanting to make a fool of himself in front of the lecturer, and shouted angrily: "Bold, how dare you talk about it?" It is extremely presumptuous to act in the human dojo." Unexpectedly, he pointed out and shot at the sword glow.

With a bang, the two forces collided together!
Zhang Fan didn't expect that the little sage of the Confucian Academy would make a move, so this sword didn't use any force. After all, it was the dojo of the preacher. The world has changed a lot.The little sage of the Confucian Academy underestimated Zhang Fan and didn't use all his strength. Although Zhang Fan's sword light was invisible with this finger, he himself was shocked and took several steps back.

With a crisp bang, the retreated little sage of the Confucian Academy bumped into the desk at the far end. There happened to be a glazed lamp on the desk, it fell from the desk, and smashed to pieces with a bang.

"What are you doing?"

The preacher had already come out, and his face turned red with anger when he saw his Taoist priest making a mess.

Seeing that the preacher was angry, they all dared not speak up.

His eyes fell on the broken glazed lamp, and he said angrily: "You actually broke my glazed lamp, you, you..."

"You go, you are not welcome here."

The little sage of the Confucian Academy shouted: "Taoist, I am wronged, Taoist... This person is here to kill people. I wanted to stop him, but I accidentally knocked over the table and smashed the glazed lamp."

The preacher said: "I only saw that you knocked over the long case, and you broke the glazed lamp. Go ahead."

The face of the little sage of Confucianism was ashes: "But..."

"No need to say more!"

"Boy, take his futon."

The boy responded and took away the futon. The little sage of the Confucian Academy was filled with hatred and destruction, but he didn't expect that the flattery didn't work out, and he lost his futon instead.

Zhang Fan said, "This is called death."

If he didn't make a move, how could such a thing happen.It can only be said that he deserved it, this not only harmed himself, but also deceived Zhang Fan, if he hadn't acted, he would have killed the officer, then all the troubles would be solved, and he would leave here quickly.Problem solved.

Now that the preacher is present, how can he let him kill the coffin maker.

The little sage of the Confucian Academy left the hall in a daze. Suddenly, he remembered something and flew towards the hall. He wanted to find all the broken glass lamp fragments and repair them. Only in this way would he have the chance to come back again. Go to the main hall to listen to the preaching of the scriptures.

"Who are you, actually killing people in the dojo?"

The preacher was so strict, there was no doubt that the people present would speak out indiscriminately.

Zhang Fan didn't dare to talk nonsense, for fear of affecting the future. Seeing that Zhang Fan hesitated for a long time and couldn't explain why, the preacher shook his long sleeves and turned around: "Since I don't want to talk, I'm not interested in knowing, but in In my dojo, no one is allowed to make noise, and whoever dares to make trouble again will confiscate the futon."

Zhang Fan was torn in his mind, what to do, should he kill the coffin maker, but in front of the preacher, he wanted to do it, he might not kill the coffin maker, but he himself would definitely die.

Seeing that Zhang Fan was still standing there, the preacher said, "Why are you still standing there? If you don't sit down, I'm going to start preaching."

"I!"

Zhang Fan pointed to his nose in astonishment. In front of him was the seat vacated by the little sage of the Confucian Academy.

I'll go, what rhythm is this.

(End of this chapter)