The sky was gloomy, and at some point, a cloud came and started to rain.

It wasn't raining heavily, but for some reason, it felt cold.

It's okay for the monks, but for the other big guys, the assistants around them all opened their umbrellas and looked around, which was quite interesting.

Xue Zi held up his umbrella and looked up, with a hint of joy in the corner of his mouth: "It won't work after all. No matter he is a monk or not, he is no match for Master Man. No matter how powerful he is, as long as he dies, he will be nothing.

"

He took out a handkerchief and gently wiped the watch that was wet with rain.

Hu Feng sighed: "With so many people, do you really think that Brother Man will fail? It's really ridiculous. Since Brother Man entered the monks, except for one defeat several decades ago, the rest have never been defeated."

"I seem to see Master Man again. The southern monk circle has been silent for several years and is finally going to be shaken up."

As he was talking, he saw lightning suddenly ringing on the top of the mountain!

No!

That was not lightning, but the knife in Barantou's hand.

The sword was so bright that it shuttled through the rain, leaving afterimages in the air.

A strange color flashed in Qi Chen's eyes. He didn't have a sword in his hand, so he could only use his flesh palm as a weapon.

In short, the opponent's weapons are much more terrifying. After all, they are carefully crafted, not like what Qiao Peng gave Qi Chen, which is more for viewing than practical.

Spiritual energy surged into the palm of his hand. In fact, although Qi Chen had just opened the second realm, fortunately due to his mental skills, the intensity of the spiritual energy far exceeded this realm. Otherwise, it would have been difficult to resist.

On the top of the mountain, there was only a crackling sound, and everyone's hearts trembled because they saw Qi Chen receiving the opponent's attack with his flesh palm.

"Crazy, really crazy!"

"What kind of realm is this Master Qi? Even if he is a grandmaster, he would not dare to take the weapon of an opponent of the same level with his bare hands."

On the mountainside, the monks looked pale, obviously being stimulated.

"It's not impossible. If the strength of spiritual energy is comparable to a sword, why can't you use your body to block weapons?"

Taoist Qingchen whispered, the rain fell on him like jade beads, but did not wet him. Instead, it splashed and scattered in all directions.

"Master Qingchen, even if you say this, it's too scary. Could it be that that kid has a mental method to practice, and it's an extremely powerful mental method..." A monk said, with a strange color flashing in his eyes.

Then the atmosphere here changed.

Master Qingchen naturally knows what these people think. According to our ancestors, cultivating immortals is nothing more than a wealthy couple.

That young monk was able to reach this level because he had great resources.

"If you want to rob, you must have this ability."

He just said something lightly, but of course no one would listen.

Hurrah!

A gust of wind blew.

Qi Chen only felt that the rainwater all over the mountain was pouring towards him, and he quickly

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Following that, endless sword light also followed.

The wind and rain are coming suddenly like a knife!

"Fight!" Qi Chen felt that his scalp was numb and the skin on his face was extremely tingling. But now that it was over, he could only fight for one fight.

He mobilized all the spiritual energy in his body, lowered his body, and stepped forward with one foot.

Wow!

When the foot stepped down, it would splash at any time and the weeds would fly, but it would soon be washed away by the wind and rain.

Qi Chen took a bow and stepped out. At this moment, all the spiritual energy in his body was concentrated on his right fist.

He had never learned any other fighting techniques, he could only use the Forgetting Sword Technique, and with this punch, there was a hint of sword intent.

"Are you going to fight hard?"

Man stood on tiptoe, as if he was stepping on the wind and rain, looking at the opponent's punch, slightly surprised, and a look of fear appeared on his face.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, not bad, really good. If I take this punch, I'm afraid I will be injured too. But, why should I take it?"

As an old monster who has been cultivating for decades, although his cultivation has progressed slowly over the years, Mantou has also focused all his attention on the control of spiritual energy and physical body.

His sword was already castrating. An ordinary monk could only chop it down and collide with Qi Chen's punch.

But Mantou used the strength of his waist and abdomen to forcefully retract it.

The wind and rain were still there, but his people had landed on the grass pavilion again.

boom!

Qi Chen's punch lost its target and hit the air. Because there was no force point, the punch seemed to hit his own arm. In an instant, his bones exploded and his meridians bulged.

The sky was full of wind and rain, turning away.

Mo Dingshan frowned slightly, looked into the distance through the rain curtain in front of him, and said worriedly: "Mr. Qi has suffered from experience. That Master Pu is too sophisticated."

Qiao Xuyou lowered his head and did not speak. Instead, he looked at his mobile phone.

After waiting for a while, he seemed to be relieved and raised his head and said: "If Master Qi loses, it will be impossible for the other party to kill him."

"Dad, did grandpa send someone here?" Qiao Peng suddenly looked around.

The rain hit the dark plants and made a sound, but he didn't know whether it was the sound of rain or the sound of human footsteps.

Qiao Xuyou said inexplicably: "Although the secular world cannot interfere too much in the monks' circle, if Mr. Qi is really Master Qi, he has made great contributions to the country, so we have to ensure that others will not have any objections."

When Mo Dingshan heard this, he was horrified. What did Qi Chen do to make the Qiao family protect him?

He looked at the dark mountains and forests around him. At this time, he didn't know how many gun muzzles were pointed at the top of the mountain.

He understood that although monks could dodge bullets, and master-level experts could resist bullets, that was also limited.

What's more, I heard that the army has been secretly researching bullets that can defeat spiritual energy.

There was silence all around, but who could have imagined how many people there were?

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Ambush here.

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On the top of the mountain, rubble is rolling.

Qi Chen punched out, and the spiritual energy in his body was instantly drained. He staggered two steps and finally sat on the ground.

On the grass pavilion, Mantou coughed twice, looked at Qi Chen with dull eyes and an ugly face: "That's really good. I'm sure that you haven't reached the realm of a grandmaster. It's just that your strength is even worse than that of a grandmaster."

I will not be your opponent."

"After losing the battle with that man, although I disappeared, I also killed many geniuses, but you are the only genius who can hurt me."

Suddenly, his eyes paused and he saw Qi Chen take out a bottle of top-quality psychic potion and drink it.

"It's...what a waste..." His facial features became distorted.

"Do you know that what you are drinking now is my property. It seems that I can't squander it on you."

Pointing his toes, Mantou drew his sword again.

Qi Chen tensed his body. At this time, the rain had already touched the white clothes and stuck to his skin, making it feel cold.

He walked in the rain with a determined look.

Qi Ling said: "You can break through. If you don't break through, you will be killed by the opponent if you are not careful."

Qi Ling knew that Qi Chen had eaten the inner elixir of the snake demon, but he just endured it and never made a breakthrough.

"It's still a little short of that, Artifact Spirit. You also said that a breakthrough without training is like water without a source or a tree without roots. It's too vain."

"pressure!"

"I need pressure!"

"I don't need the talent given to me by the blood in my body, I want to break through on my own."

boom!

One punch, the mountain is full of wind and rain!

The punch hit the sword light, and Qi Chen's body shook violently, and then he suddenly took a dozen steps back. Every step he took left a deep hole in the rocky ground.

He vomited blood and mixed it with the rain.

On the other side, Mantou's body was like a kite with a broken string, and suddenly flew away, but finally landed firmly on the grass pavilion. His face turned slightly pale, but the strangeness soon disappeared.

However, the next second, his eyes became solemn again.

"Are you still drinking?!"

He was a little irritable, and in his opinion, these top-quality psychic potions should all be his.

Mantou let out a low shout and stamped his foot fiercely, as if he were a flying owl, and his body was as light as a swallow.

The snow-white sword fell from the sky.

Qi Chen drank two bottles of potion in one breath, his face turned red, and he punched again!

The sword and fist met, and the dull blows resounded in everyone's hearts like thunder.

"Master Qi has already begun to fight for his life. Although he has psychic potion, how long can he last?" Although Taoist Qingchen was surprised by Qi Chen's potion, he still shook his head.

Author's note: Wake up, my family. I don't know if it's due to the epidemic, but I've been very sleepy recently.
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