Chapter 393 It’s Your Own Fault

Although he thought so in his heart, Wu Xuepeng was extremely submissive on the face, and he didn't even dare to express his anger even if he touched his head to the ground.

After a long silence, Gan Weiwei's faint voice sounded:

"Wu Xuepeng, first kill this genius of the Yunlan Sect, the future leader of the Yunlan Sect. Oh, by the way, don't kill him yet, castrate him."

Everyone was shocked, secretly thinking that Gan Weiwei was really cruel, Feng Chengye was not a thing, so he should be castrated.

Hearing Gan Weiwei's words, Feng Chengye suddenly felt a chill in his lower body, and he was extremely frightened. Beads of sweat kept dripping. He looked at Wu Xuepeng, who was walking towards him with a grin, and his body began to tremble slightly.

He had been a lustful person all his life, and castrating him would be more terrifying than killing him.

At this moment, he no longer cared about his own face, and suddenly knelt down and walked a few feet in front of Gan Weiwei, and then kowtowed like Wu Xuepeng.

"The sinner Feng Chengye is also willing to follow the sect master and serve the Xuantian Sect. Moreover, I know the locations of all the Yunlan Sect's treasure secret rooms, and I also know how to open the restrictions. Sect Master, I am also a useful person!"

Feeling Gan Weiwei's extremely cold eyes, Feng Chengye groaned secretly in his heart and thought desperately about how to impress Gan Weiwei. Then his eyes lit up and he hurriedly said:

"Sect Master, the sinner can swear a great oath of heaven or let you plant a ban, so that he can serve you for life. Moreover, the sinner has a middle-grade golden spiritual root. He will definitely enter the Danhai realm in the future. I will leave you and Xuantian. There’s no harm in it.”

As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked and moved. This evil boy turned out to be a middle-grade single spirit root! He is indeed a genius among geniuses, and he really has a great chance of entering the Danhai realm as he said.

Nangong Shang hesitated for a moment, looking at Gan Weiwei's cold face. He tried to persuade her several times but could not. He had heard with his own ears how Feng Chengye insulted Gan Weiwei, but out of consideration for the future of Xuantian Sect, he still insisted. He scratched his head and said:

"Xiao Wei'er, let me see..."

"Elder Nangong, there is no need to say more," Gan Weiwei waved her golden sleeves and said coldly: "Wu Xuepeng, what are you waiting for?"

Hearing the murderous intention revealed in Gan Weiwei's cold words, Feng Chengye's soul was filled with fear. He suddenly took a few steps back, and then looked at Zhan Nianchuan with a flattering look on his face, who was standing with his hands behind his back, looking extremely calm and calm.

"Brother, help me, help me say something nice, I have something good for you."

He took out several pink pills like a treasure, then took out a pink jade tube and said with a smile on his face:

"Brother, I think you are also of the same kind. If you give this thing to a female cultivator, no matter whether she is a chaste and fierce woman or an incomprehensible woman, she will become a slut. But if you take it, you can be strong in that aspect. Three times the effect! Whoever uses it knows!”

Everyone in the audience had strange expressions on their faces, and they all turned their attention to Zhan Nianchuan, waiting for his response.

"Inside this jade tube are the 108 happy moves that I have painstakingly collected. The moves are wonderful, and the taste is awesome. Brother, I can share my experience with you in the future, and please give me a few nice words." ..." Feng Chengye knew that this was his only chance, so he worked hard to brag about his collection and at the same time tried to show that he was indispensable.

In front of everyone, Zhan Nianchuan looked at Feng Chengye lying on the ground with interest, as humble as a potato with dirt, and said lightly:

"You didn't see the wrong person, but you also saw the wrong person. Will I need those things from you? What a joke!"

"If I were you, with your talent, I would never be like this!"

"Get castrated!"

After a cup of tea, a tragic cry of blood and blood rang out in the Xuantian Sect.

All the male monks in the room felt a chill down below and unconsciously tightened their legs. Liu Yandan and Wang Yan both turned red in the face and turned their heads to the side.

Only Gan Weiwei had a winner's smile on her face, strode forward, stepped on the object cut off from Feng Chengye's body, and then slowly trampled it into meat paste in front of Feng Chengye.

"No!!!"

Feng Chengye's face was extremely gloomy and desperate. He stared at Gan Weiwei's soles with blood and tears in his eyes.

He was the first disciple of the Yunlan Sect and the future master of the Yunlan Sect. He was only a sixty-year-old monk in the Core Formation Realm, and he had suffered such a great humiliation.

Actually...actually castrated...

"Gan Weiwei, you will not die well..." Feng Chengye issued his most vicious curse.

"Pfft!"

The sword light flashed and blood surged up. Feng Chengye's human skull rolled to the side, while his golden elixir flew up from his body, desperately and helplessly crashing into the sect-protecting formation.

Although the golden elixir without a physical body is fast, its magic power is not even half as good as its original, and it cannot even tremble when it hits the formation.

Seeing a small golden elixir colliding with despair and helplessness in the big formation, everyone had complicated expressions in their eyes.

Soon, Feng Chengye's golden elixir was surrounded by everyone, and then he was sealed.

"Sect Master, this Feng Chengye is nothing. What do you think should be done with him?" Wu Xuepeng bowed respectfully and asked, his expression extremely humble.

"Don't worry, let's finish you off first." Gan Weiwei smiled lightly and said the words that made Wu Xuepeng's hair stand on end, and then suddenly struck his head with a sword.

At the same time, Tong Dachuan, Wang Yan and Nangong Shang also attacked together, and the four of them worked together to completely block Wu Xuepeng's four-sided space.

Wu Xuepeng knew that he would die today, but it was absolutely impossible for him to surrender!

Even if he died, he would drag Gan Weiwei with him.

Seeing Gan Weiwei hit him hard on the head, Wu Xuepeng laughed grimly, without dodging, and took the initiative to approach Gan Weiwei at a very fast speed, while the golden elixir in his body suddenly swelled.

Oops!

This bastard is going to self-destruct!

Gan Weiwei was terrified, this bastard was so cruel!

She bit her red lips and was about to perform the Burning Blood Escape to leave, but at this moment, a tall and majestic figure suddenly appeared and blocked her. In Wu Xuepeng's horrified eyes, he punched him in the abdomen heavily.

The power of this punch was so great that it shook Wu Xuepeng's condensed magic power away, and the golden elixir that was about to explode was also stagnant.

Taking advantage of the moment when Wu Xuepeng's aura was shaking, Tong Dachuan and the other three had already attacked. The three long swords pierced several large holes in Wu Xuepeng's body, and the true energy attached to the swords wantonly invaded his meridians, while locking his golden elixir tightly.

Wu Xuepeng was completely desperate now, his face was extremely gloomy, he couldn't even mobilize all his magic power to self-destruct his golden elixir.

He was useless.