After disappearing for ten years, the junior sister made the entire sect kneel down to welcome her.

Luo didn't hear the cheers from the people.

After she finished doing all this, she hurried back to the spirit ship.

Wen Heng and the other disciples were already getting impatient.

At this moment, the spirit ship finally took off and set sail, and the disciples began to speak one after another:

"Sect Master, where have you gone again?"

"We've been waiting for you for a long time. During the palace banquet, you dawdled and slowed down. Now that we should be getting down to business, you're acting like this again."

"Yes, you've wasted almost an hour, and countless people have been harmed by these ghosts. Doesn't your conscience bother you?"

No one is backing Luo Huanzhen up, and they have the upper hand in numbers now.

In addition, while Luo Zhen was away, Wen Heng had already reassured them: Elder Luo of the Hunyuan Sect liked him very much, and he would go to the Xuantian Sect after the matter of the ghost tide in the Moon Spirit Kingdom was resolved.

Although Luo Huanzhen still has Duan Qianchui, a cultivator at the Tribulation Transcending stage, backing him up, the Hunyuan Sect has a total of four Tribulation Transcending stage experts.

Their backing will become even stronger in the future.

So they opened fire directly on Luo Huanzhen.

Amidst the flying saliva, Luo Huan swiftly took out a magic umbrella from his storage bag, opened it, and vigorously rubbed the handle.

As the umbrella spun, it bounced all the saliva off everyone.

The disciples' faces darkened.

Who taught you to use the Dharma umbrella like that?!

There was absolutely no physical attack, but the magical attack was at its maximum.

Although the disciples still wanted to verbally reprimand Luo Huanzhen, they didn't want to suffer the scorn of their fellow disciples, so they all reluctantly shut their mouths.

Luo Huanzhen tilted his head, peeking out from under the umbrella: "Are you done? Now it's my turn to speak, isn't it?"

Her small face was adorable and snow-white, and her eyes were bright and clear.

Even if the disciples disliked Luo Huanzhen, they had to admit that she was indeed very beautiful.

next moment.

The angelic face spoke in a devilish whisper: "Since you have so much to say about me, then don't ride the spirit ship. Get off and fly on your own!"

Having said that, he closed the umbrella.

With lightning speed, he kicked them all off the spirit ship.

"what!"

"Aaaaaah!"

All of this happened in the blink of an eye. By the time Wen Heng realized what was happening, he was the only one left on the entire spirit ship.

Moreover, Luo Zhenhuan also took out a restricted magical artifact and sealed the windows and doors of the entire spirit ship.

The cultivators who had realized what was happening flew through the air while pounding on the outside of the spirit ship, baring their teeth and uttering threats, warning Luo Huanzhen to let them in immediately!

Luo Huanzhen pretended not to see it.

She twirled the folded umbrella in her hand, approaching Wen Heng, her soft, sweet voice filled with malice:

"They said that because you hinted and encouraged it, right?"

Wen Heng's expression changed, and he forced himself to remain calm and took a step back.

But I was panicking inside.

Damn.

After leaving the sect, Wen Heng always felt that his side had the advantage in numbers, and he completely forgot the fact that Luo Zhen was capable of taking on their entire group one-on-one.

Seeing Luo Huanzhen approaching, Wen Heng, though frightened, still spoke stiffly, "Luo Huanzhen, you'll regret this. You've offended us; no one will listen to you then, and who will deal with the ghost tide?"

"Hurry up and remove your restrictions, let them in!"

Without his fellow disciples supporting him, he was truly afraid.

Luo Huanzhen shouted, "Not giving a direct answer is tantamount to admitting it. What kind of disciple dares to speak to the sect leader like that! And even address me by my full name?!"

"They deserve a beating, but you deserve it even more! Take this 108-move Dog-Beating Stick Technique!"

Having said that, the closed umbrella turned into a stick.

The blows landed on Wen Heng's body, one after another.

Wen Heng screamed repeatedly as he fled in a sorry state from the spirit ship.

The disciples who had been circling the spirit ship and pounding on it, trying to get Luo Zhenhuan to let them in, slowly lowered their raised hands upon seeing this scene.

Hanging from the spirit boat, they looked at each other, each seeing the same thought in the other's eyes—

Otherwise, it's better not to go in.

Seeing how badly Junior Brother Wen was beaten, it's better for him to stay outside than to go inside and get beaten up.

After an incense stick has burned.

With his face bruised and swollen, Wen Heng cowered in a corner of the spirit ship, no longer daring to utter any more disrespectful words.

However, she dared to beat him so badly; his parents had never treated him like this. Wen Heng secretly vowed in his heart that one day, when he had the strength, he would definitely make Luo Zhen pay.

He wanted to skin her alive, pull out her tendons, and hang her in the wilderness so that all the wild beasts could devour her flesh.

He looked up at his disciples hanging outside the ship's window, his eyes filled with a sinister light as he telepathically transmitted his thoughts to them:

"Since she drove you away, you have no responsibility for exorcising the ghost. If you want to follow me from now on, you must not allow anyone to be ordered around by her!"

The disciples hanging on the spirit ship had already chosen Wen Heng's side; Luo Zhenhuan was their enemy and the rival they needed to overthrow.

What's more, she treated them like that.

As an inner disciple of a prestigious sect, when going out on sect missions, he couldn't even get on the spirit ship and could only hang outside in the cold wind.

I just passed by several independent cultivators.

Their eyes were filled with a strange and amused look; who could stand it?

This kind of insult is unbearable for anyone.

Therefore, upon hearing Wen Heng's telepathic message, everyone nodded without hesitation.

They need to work together.

They must unite as one to fight against Luo Huanzhen and reclaim everything that rightfully belongs to them!

At this moment, Luo Huanzhen had already closed his umbrella, taken the small flag from his head and held it in his hand, and swaggered out of the cabin.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the disciples hanging outside, all of them looking like they had been injected with some kind of chicken blood, their faces showing a sly and mischievous expression.

Luo Huanzhen: "..."

What kind of wicked trick are they plotting now?

Luo is not the type to take things lying down.

She deserves revenge.

So, Luo Huanzhen carried the Ten Thousand Demon Banner to the outer corridor of the spirit ship and began to stab people with the flagpole.

"What are you doing?"

"No, don't hit my head!"

"And don't hit my hand!"

"Hahaha, don't, don't poke my stomach, that's a ticklish spot!"