Anyang Jingxin wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and raised a pair of moving eyes, which suddenly burst out with a faint red light.

But the old monster was still clenching a pair of fists that were comparable to basketballs, and his forehead was covered with sweat. The sweat flowed to the wound that was pecked by the crow, causing endless pain.

Anyang Jingxin's evil eyes revealed a hint of coldness, and she made a finger gesture with her hands. Suddenly, a layer of purple-green light appeared on her hands. Anyang Jingxin took out a seven-foot soft sword from her waist.

, a cold light flashed in the sword's edge, and the purple-green light instantly enveloped the soft sword.

"Suffer death." Anyang Jingxin scolded, and suddenly rushed over.

A soft sword seemed to have life in her hand. Wherever the sword blade touched, there was a cold light, the sword energy was magnificent, and sand and rocks flew on the river beach. Fortunately, this area was relatively deserted, otherwise it would have attracted onlookers.

The old monster from Wulingshan quickly retreated, feeling frightened.

With a bang, the old monster grabbed Anyang Jingxin's soft sword with his bare hands. Anyang Jingxin turned his eyebrows and snorted coldly. The purple-green light on his hands suddenly flowed through the soft sword, and the old monster's hands suddenly

He was burned and glowing purple. He quickly let go of his hands with a look of fear on his face.

"That's all." Anyang Jingxin said arrogantly.

"Fuck, I've been Zhang Chi all my life, am I still afraid of a little girl like you?" The old monster named Zhang Chi cursed, holding his hands in the air, and suddenly a sledgehammer appeared in his hand, which was three points higher than the others, very bluffing.

people.

Zhang Chi recited the spell silently, while Anyang Jingxin held the soft sword tightly. Suddenly Zhang Chi's height grew ten centimeters and he became stronger, but Anyang Jingxin snorted disdainfully.

Obviously Zhang Chi has not broken through to the realm of foundation building. She read from the book "Xuanyun Immortal Technique" that cultivation is divided into twelve levels.

They are, Qi refining, concentration, foundation building, fetal breath, bigu, golden body, Yuanying, out of body, distraction, integration, transcending tribulation, Mahayana. Each level is divided into three levels: early stage, middle stage and late stage.

stage, after reaching the integration stage, it is possible to accept the baptism of heavenly tribulation in any of the three stages, and thus ascend to the fairy world.

The three levels of foundation building, golden body, and distraction are the most difficult realms to break through.

Throughout the ages, only ten thousand people have succeeded in building foundations, and only a few gold masters. As for masters of distraction, they have become legends. It is said that there is a master of transcending tribulations in the Jade Altar, and he will soon be baptized by the tribulation of heaven.

Generally speaking, as long as you break through the foundation building realm, you will not use external skills. Generally speaking, the competition is internal strength, but the Zhang Chi in front of you obviously has not passed the foundation building, otherwise you would not use this method to expand your body.

The outer sect skills are used to deal with Anyang Jingxin.

Zhang Chi waved the sledgehammer in his hand and rushed towards Anyang Jingxin. Anyang Jingxin leaned back and the sledgehammer hit the ground with a bang. Dust flew up and a hole was made in the ground. Zhang Chi picked up the big hammer

Hammer walked towards Anyang Jingxin again. It seemed that the ground would tremble with every step he took.

But his originally handsome appearance turned into something extremely terrifying, and he looked as if he had aged dozens of years in an instant. This is probably the origin of his nickname of "Old Monster of Wuling Mountain".

Anyang Jingxin took a deep breath, clenched the soft sword, and rushed towards the sledgehammer in Zhang Chi's hand. The blade of the sword met the sledgehammer, and the soft sword bent almost ninety degrees. However, at that moment, the soft sword suddenly

Bounced open, Zhang Chi felt the sledgehammer in his hand shake and fall to the ground. Anyang Jingxin's sword edge flashed past. Zhang Chi felt a chill in his arm, and in the blink of an eye he was looking at it.

One of his hands was gone. Zhang Chi was shocked. When he lowered his head, he saw an arm covered in blood lying on the ground.

Ah, a tragic cry resounded through the night sky.

Zhang Chi immediately sat on the ground, covering his broken arm.

Anyang Jingxin stood behind him, her soft sword still stained with blood.

Zhang Chi looked at Anyang Jingxin's back and cursed: "Fuck."

Anyang Jingxin snorted coldly: "Does the last sneak attack on me count as my ability?"

"You!" Zhang Chi wanted to scold, but couldn't. The last time he attacked Anyang Jingxin, both of them were injured, and this time he underestimated the enemy even more.

Anyang Jingxin turned around and looked at Zhang Zai on the ground. The red light in her eyes dimmed and she returned to her original peaceful look, but her face was still cold.

At this moment, a sentence suddenly came from him: "Young girl is really good at this?"

Zhang Chi and Anyang Jing were shocked, and then they saw a man walking in the distance. He was about twenty-five or six years old, carrying a long sword on his back, and there was a hint of amusement in his eyes. Zhang Chi saw this man,

He was overjoyed all of a sudden and shouted: "Uncle Master, Uncle Master, why are you here?"

The man Zhang Chi called his uncle rolled his eyes at him and said, "Do you want to come here and die? Didn't I tell you what kind of disciple you recruited? He didn't know the importance. He died just after he broke through the Qi refining process.

What a waste.”

Zhang Chi had runny nose and tears, but the man named Uncle Shi gave him a disdainful look. He then looked at Anyang Jing with a smile and said to his heart: "I am Zhang Youdao, the 36th generation disciple of Wuling Mountain.

."

Anyang Jingxin held the soft sword, her eyes flashed red again. She could tell that this smiling man had bad intentions. Zhang Youdao smiled and said to Anyang Jingxin: "Girl, I am a master uncle."

, you can’t ignore our outer disciples in Wuling Mountain, you’ve offended me.”

After saying that, he took off the long sword from his back and held it with both hands. The originally dull long sword suddenly became gleaming with a dazzling cold light and was extremely sharp.

Before Anyang Jingxin could react, Zhang Youdao's long sword cut through Li Kong and rushed towards her. Anyang Jingxin quickly blocked it, took two steps back, picked up the soft sword again and charged back.

But in this fight, he discovered that Zhang Youdao, who looked very kind on the surface, was more than ten points stronger than Zhang Chi, and there was a soft aura on his sword, as if his inner strength was extremely strong. Anyang Jingxin

He was shocked and said: "Have you broken through the foundation?"

"Sorry, the fetal breath is late." Zhang Youdao showed off his power.

After saying that, the long sword in his hand shook, which suddenly shook the heart of Anyang Jing who was holding the soft sword.

Anyang Jingxin took a deep breath, her arms were still numb, but Zhang Youdao in front of her looked at Anyang Jingxin with a smile, saying harmlessly: "Miss Anyang, as long as you are willing to come to my apprenticeship.

Sorry, I just brushed these things off, how about that?"

His face was sanctimonious, but in fact his eyes were looking at Anyang Jingxin's figure.

Anyang Jingxin was such a thoughtful girl, but she couldn't see it. She snorted coldly and scolded: "Beast."

Say it, and charge forward again with a soft sword in hand.

Zhang Youdao snorted coldly: "You will be fined if you don't eat the toast, then I will have to take you back by force."

Soon, Anyang Jingxin discovered that she was indeed no match for Zhang Youdao, especially the internal force in Zhang Youdao's sword, which seemed to be beyond her control. With a bang, Zhang Youdao hit Anyang Jingxin behind with a palm.

A trace of blood gushed out from the corner of Anyang Jingxin's mouth, and Zhang Youdao grinned, finally revealing his fox tail, with a vicious look in his eyes, and grinned: "Tonight, I want you to become my woman."

Anyang Jing was horrified. She turned around and looked at Zhang Youdao's face full of filth. She had a cold expression on her face and was not talking nonsense. She turned her sword and a soft sword flashed with dazzling light and rushed towards Zhang Youdao. Bang!

With a sound, the sword edge met Zhang Youdao's long sword, and the soft sword was bounced back by him. Anyang Jingxin lost her balance and fell to the ground. Zhang Youdao took back the long sword and stood in front of Anyang Jingxin, arrogantly.

Looking at Anyang Jingxin.

Zhang Youdao walked up to Anyang Jingxin, showed a vulgar expression, grinned, and said: "Anyang beauty, I heard that your fiancé doesn't want you. It doesn't matter. He doesn't want you. I..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a cold wind behind him. He turned around and saw a beautiful woman standing there, with a bell hanging on her waist and a fan in her hand. The woman was graceful and luxurious.

Apparently she was a beauty when she was young.

"Suffer death." The fan in the woman's hand opened, and a purple mist suddenly appeared on the fan. The mist transformed into a ghost in the air and flew towards Zhang Youdao. Zhang Youdao changed his color in shock, and before he could react,

The purple-red ghost had swallowed him up, and in an instant, Zhang Youdao, the master of fetal breathing, had been completely destroyed, his bones shattered and ashes scattered.

The frightened Zhang Chi next to him didn't care about the pain in his arm and ran away.

Anyang Jingxin said quickly: "Grandma, don't let him run away."

The person who came was none other than Anyang Jingxin's grandmother, An Yanghui. An Yanghui glanced at Zhang Zhang, who was missing an arm, and said disdainfully: "A young person in Wulingshan is not a problem, so let him be."

Anyang Jingxin had no choice but to sigh, endure the pain on her body and stand up. She glanced at her grandma An Yanghui in front of her, pretended to smile and said, "Grandma, why do you think of Chuncheng?"

An Yanghui sighed and said, "Let me see how you kill that little bastard. Before you came here, you said you could do it in half a month, but now? I think you are going to follow grandma's old path."

, Really, grandma has told you a long time ago to poison all the unscrupulous people in the world, why don’t you listen.”

Anyang Jingxin showed embarrassment, she stuck out her tongue naughtily and said, "Didn't grandma kill the master of the Shen family back then?"

"You!" Anyanghui was speechless.

Anyang Jingxin showed a childish smile.

An Yanghui glanced at the severed arm on the ground and asked, "Tell me, what's going on? What would you have done if I hadn't arrived in time?"

Anyang Jing thought to herself: "Don't I have the Three Souls and Seven Souls Powder given to me by my grandma? If he really dares to come here, I will let him go to hell."

"You!" An Yanghui shook his head and said helplessly.

Anyang Jingxin smiled and briefly explained the whole story, and then asked: "Grandma, what was that trick you just used? Why haven't I seen it before?"
Chapter completed!