In a blink of an eye, another half month has passed. Now, it has been more than a month since Jian Chen came to Huangjia Village. During this half month, Jian Chen rarely stepped out of the room and trapped himself in the cabin all day long to improve his strength. He only went out for a meal every two or three days, or three or four days. Despite this, he did not stay outside too much. Once the meal was finished, he immediately returned to the cabin to continue practicing, and rarely showed up in front of outsiders.

After more than half a month of cultivation, the holy power in Jian Chen's body is also growing at a very fast speed. At the same time, the magic cores in his space belt are also consumed very quickly. Fortunately, he had already prepared sufficient third- and fourth-level magic cores, and there are also some magic cores in the space belt collected from the great saints in Fengyang City, so in a short period of time, Jian Chen doesn't have to worry about not spending enough in the magic cores. Moreover, in his space ring, there are two fifth-level magic cores. These two fifth-level magic cores alone are enough to match hundreds of fourth-level magic cores. The combined number of magic cores is enough to increase his strength to the stage of the Great Saint Master.

Now, Jian Chen's strength has reached the peak of a high-level saint master, and there is only a layer of paper-like diaphragm blocking it from the great saint master, and it can be broken with one stab.

At this last moment, Jian Chen stopped practicing and slowly opened his eyes. At this moment, his plain eyes were a little excited. The Great Master, he should have broken through more than a month ago, but unfortunately, because of the hidden dangers left in his body, he had to postpone the breakthrough time. Once he broke through to the Great Master, he would have enough ability to solve the hatred of the Tianxiong family in Wak City.

Taking a deep breath, Jian Chen slowly calmed down his agitation in his heart, and then took out more than a dozen fourth-level magic cores the size of a child’s fist from the space belt and placed them one by one in front of his legs for his needs to break through.

Because at the critical moment of breakthrough, the energy required was very huge, and at that time he did not have any extra time to get the magic core from the space belt, so these things must be prepared before breaking through.

After all preparations were made, Jian Chen held a fourth-level magic core in each of his hands, slowly closed his eyes and entered the state of cultivation again.

In a blink of an eye, another day passed, at noon, at this moment, Rosco, his wife Fanghui and two children were sitting in the room having lunch.

"Jian Chen has been practicing too hard. In the past half month, he only came out to have a meal every two or three days. I don't know how he endured it. It's been four days this time, and Jian Chen hasn't even stepped out of the door. Oh, I'm really worried if he will get tired or sick like this." Looking at a small wooden house with a wooden door closed not far away, Fang Hui shook her head and sighed, with a hint of worry in her tone.

Hearing this, Rosco laughed and said, "Hua'er, you have never been exposed to the power of the saint. You will never think of the magic of the power of the saint. The young man Jianchen's cultivation is indeed very hard, at least a hundred times harder than before, but this will never get tired or sick. As for eating, let alone eating, it's not to mention that on Tianyuan Continent, it is normal for some powerful people to not eat for a few days or even for more than ten days. When I went out for a mission, I hadn't eaten with a few friends for four or five days, and I was still fighting with robbers and robbers in a lively manner."

After hearing this, Fanghui held her mouth in disdain and said, "You are you, Jian Chen is Jian Chen. Don't forget that you were all in your thirties at that time, but Jian Chen was just a young man in his early twenties and was so thin. How could he compare with you who were strong and strong?"

Rosco sighed lightly and said, "Hua'er, you have never walked on the Tianyuan Continent and don't know about this. Let me tell you, your strength has nothing to do with age. Some people with stupid talents will find it difficult to condense a holy soldier to become a saint in their entire lives. Some people with good fortune and good conditions have a height that many mercenaries cannot reach in their lifetime at such a young age."

"For example, the village chief of our Huangjia Village is over 150 years old this year, and he only has the strength of a great saint. This is already the most powerful person in our village. Among some colleges on the Tianyuan Continent, our village chief's strength has barely reached the graduation standard. Many people under the age of 30 already have the strength of our village chief."

Fanghui nodded in a vague way and pondered: "It seems to be right, but Jian Chen may not have such strong strength. After all, he is too young."

After hearing Fanghui's words, Rosco was about to continue to defend himself when suddenly, a strong wind blew in from outside the house without warning, rolled up a large amount of mud and sand flying into the house, making the dishes of vegetables on the table full of mud and sand.

"Oh no, why did such a strong wind suddenly blew?" Rosco's face changed slightly, and he immediately ran over and closed the door.

"Wuwuwu...Wuwuwu...Dad, mom, my eyes are in the sand and I can't open it." Luo Jia, who was sitting at the dining table, covered her eyes with her hands and said in a crying voice.

Fanghui hurried to Luo Jia and comforted her: "Be good, Jia Jia, don't cry. I have my mother here. Let me come and blow the sand for you. Come on, open my eyes."

Rosco looked back at the food covered with mud and sand on the table. He hesitated for a while and said with a serious expression: "You stay in the room first. I'll go out and take a look. The strong wind was so sudden that it was so sudden that there was no sign at all. It felt a little weird." As he said that, Rosco opened the door and walked out.

Outside the house, the strong wind was still raging everywhere, rolling up dust and flying in the air, covering the sky. Even the strong light from the scorching sun in the sky was weakened by the thick layer of dust in the sky. Some clothes hanging outside were driven by the strong wind and flew high into the sky and fluttered with the wind. On the roof, a large number of tiles were blown away, and even several more fragile wooden houses were disintegrated by the strong wind.

"What's going on? Why is it suddenly so strong wind blowing..."

"This gust of wind came so strangely. It suddenly came, and it was so fierce..."

In the distance, the villagers of Huangjia Village also walked out of the wooden houses, each of them was very confused.

Rosco glanced around casually. When he accidentally swept to the small wooden house where Jian Chen lived, his eyes suddenly condensed, because he suddenly discovered from the flying smoke and dust that the wind seemed to spread around the surroundings with the small wooden house where Jian Chen lived.

Rosco, who had been on the Tianyuan Continent and had the power of a saint, quickly inferred the truth of the matter based on this phenomenon. His eyes widened and stared at the small wooden house where Jian Chen lived in incredible, and said in a lost voice: "This... is this the movement caused by the young man Jian Chen's cultivation?" At this moment, huge waves broke out in Rosco's heart. He knew very well that if he wanted to create such a scene, he was far from able to do this when he had the power of a saint, and what made him even more unbelievable was that Jian Chen was only in his early twenties and had far surpassed him back then.

"I've really misunderstood it. The young man's strength is definitely stronger than the saint master. I guess his strength is at least as strong as that of the great saint master." Rosco said with a sigh. Although he has become a useless man now, his previous experience is still there and he can't speculate on Jian Chen's strength at once.

"Look, this strong wind seems to be blowing in that direction." An old voice came from a distance, and a white-haired old man pointed at the direction where Jian Chen lived and said loudly.

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bsp; Hearing this, the rest of the people turned to look at the location where Jian Chen lived, and then someone immediately said, "The village chief is right. This strong wind is indeed blowing from that direction. Look, the smoke and dust in the air are spreading around."

"Let's go, let's go and take a look..."

"Yes, let's go over and see what's going on..."

Then, a group of people followed the village chief and walked towards the wooden house where Jian Chen lived. The arrival of their group was discovered by Rosco at the first time. Rosco hurriedly ran over and stopped them, saying, "Captain, let's not go there now, so as not to disturb the young man Jian Chen."

"Rosco, what's going on? I see that this strong wind seems to be blowing out of the cabin." The village chief asked Rosco, his tone full of doubts, and the wrinkled old face was also very serious.

"Yes, Rosko, what is the matter in that wooden house? It's not like there is a treasure hiding, right?" As soon as the village chief finished speaking, someone immediately interjected.

"That's right, Rosco, you are so unkind that you won't let all of us open your eyes when you find the baby."

"Take out the baby quickly and let us all see it. I have never seen a baby that can blow wind."

As the man said that, the rest of the people thought that there must be some treasure hidden in the cabin, and they all followed suit and said loudly.

"Shh...sh... everyone is quiet." Rosco quickly made a gesture of banning voice. After everyone calmed down, he lowered his voice and said innocently: "Don't get me wrong. I don't have any treasures. This is clearly the phenomenon caused by the young man Jian Chen practicing in the house. Based on the experience I have summarized before, it can be concluded that this phenomenon should have only occurred when the young man Jian Chen practiced at the most critical moment. This moment is the most afraid of others disturbing him. Otherwise, it will cause very serious consequences and will be very unfavorable to the young man Jian Chen. Let's stay away from him, so don't disturb the young man Jian Chen practice."

"Oh, so that's what it is..."

"It's impossible. I've seen Jian Chen, too. Why didn't I find that he is so powerful, and he actually has the magical power to call the wind and rain."

"Rosco, you're not lying to us."

Everyone questioned that after all, they were all people who grew up in mountain villages and had hardly walked on the Tianyuan Continent, so many people were skeptical about Rosco's words and did not believe that a person who was not as old as them would have such great abilities. In their eyes, this scene seemed to them to be an amazing magical power.

The old village chief stared at the wooden house where Jian Chen lived for a long time, and there was a deep shock in his eyes. Then he sighed and turned around and said, "Everyone, what Rosco said makes sense. As for whether the matter is the same as what Rosco said, we will naturally know later. Now let's retreat to avoid disturbing Brother Jian Chen."

The old village chief obviously had a high prestige in everyone's hearts. As soon as he spoke, everyone stopped talking and quietly retreated, retreating until fifty meters away before stopping, and they all stopped there and looked at the small wooden house where Jian Chen lived.

The strong wind continued to rage around, but the range it affected was not large, just a few hundred meters in a radius, just covering the entire Huangjia Village.

Everyone watched for nearly half an hour from fifty meters away. During this period, even some old, weak and weak people and some women and children left the houses and watched curiously at what was happening here against the flying mud and sand.

Now, more than a hundred people in the entire Huangjia Village, who can move, almost all of them gather here to watch the scene they had never seen before. If the scene in front of them was placed on the Tianyuan Continent, it might not attract anyone's special attention, but in this small mountain village that is almost isolated from the world, it is very fresh.

"Why do I feel more and more uncomfortable in my heart? I feel very difficult to breathe with my uncomfortable face." Suddenly, an elderly man reached out and rubbed his chest and said in confusion.

"Yes, I also feel very stuffy in my chest, which makes me feel so stuffy, and I seem to be carrying a heavy thing on my body." As soon as the old man finished speaking, a middle-aged man standing next to him also spoke.

"So too, my chest was so stuffy, like a big rock pressing against my chest, I was almost breathless."

"It's strange, you guys feel this way, I thought it was caused by some discomfort in my body."

“I feel that way too….”

“I have….”

Listening to the crowd's discussion, Rosco was shocked, and then seemed to have thought of something. His face changed slightly, and he immediately shouted: "Everyone should retreat quickly. This is an invisible aura that only powerful people can exude. It will directly have a huge impact on the people around him. Some top strong people can even directly suffocate people to death with their momentum."

After hearing Rosko's words, everyone's faces changed drastically, including the old village chief. They hurriedly retreated and retreated a hundred meters away before stopping. Although many of them didn't understand what the momentum was, they heard clearly, that is, some top strong men could directly suppress people to death with their momentum.

"bump!"

Just as everyone retreated a hundred meters away, a loud noise suddenly came, and the small wooden house where Jian Chen lived became fragmented in an instant. Then a figure broke through the roof and soared into the sky like a cannonball. In the blink of an eye, it flew into the sky fifty meters high.

"ah!"

Jian Chen was suspended in the air at a height of fifty meters, and a long roar was raised to the sky. The sound waves rolled and spread from afar. Then the powerful and surging holy power gathered in his left hand. With a wave, a pure energy ball of light formed entirely by the holy power came out of his hand and flew towards the distant ground.

"boom!"

When the energy light ball hit the ground, a loud roar was made, accompanied by a large amount of smoke and dust slowly rising from the ground. When the smoke and dust dissipated, it was shocking to find that a large pit with a diameter of about two or three meters and a depth of five meters had already appeared there.

The surging holy power emerged from Jian Chen's right hand again, and a silver-white long sword quickly condensed. The silver-bright sword god reflected a dazzling light under the sunlight, making people dare not look directly at it. This long sword seemed to be more dazzling than the sun in the sky.

The silver light flashed, and the sword had pierced out of the air at a lightning speed. A sharp sword energy broke away from the constraints of the sword with a dazzling light, and shot into the open space hundreds of meters ahead at a speed as fast as lightning. It silently sank into the hard stone slab, leaving only a very small gap on the surface, with no crack around it.

After the sword was stabbed out, Jian Chen's body slowly landed on the ground. Although he could reach a height of fifty meters in one leap, he could only stay in the air for less than one breath.

When it fell to the ground, Jian Chen had a faint smile on his face, which was a confident smile. After more than half a month of continuous practice, his strength has now successfully broken through from a high-level saint master to a great saint master stage.
Chapter completed!