"Han, Xi, Yuan..."

Zheng Haotian and the other four lit up almost at the same time.

The moment they saw this person, a scene flashed through their minds that they would never forget almost at the same time.

With a hand, he grabbed Qiu Xinyu and plundered her.

Zheng Haotian punched and attacked him easily, but he drove away like a wave of his hand to drive away a fly.

This is what happened when several of them were carried by Wen Ren Bingying to enter the Wanjian Sect for the first time.

At that time, Han Xiyuan was also the chief disciple of Bawang Peak. In order to seize these genius disciples with top qualifications, he was the first to make his debut.

For Zheng Haotian and others who had just joined the Wanjian Sect, Han Xiyuan at that time was like a towering giant peak, and they were like ants at the foot of the giant peak. In front of him, they could only look up and look up.

So, no matter how insult Han Xiyuan gave them at that time, they could only swallow their anger.

This is strength. Before the strength to compete with it, even if you are extremely frustrated, you can only knock down your teeth and swallow your blood.

But now it's different.

Zheng Haotian and the other four had powerful auras at the same time. These auras were either strong, feminine, or vague, which was unpredictable, or like huge waves, endless.

However, no matter which breath is, it is so powerful, it actually competes Cao Daying.

“Wow…”

An uproar suddenly came from afar.

Those high-level cultivators all looked at the four masked men with incredible eyes.

They were sure that these people were not tenth-level strong men, but only nineth-level. However, it was already terrifying that a ninth-level able to release the huge aura that suppressed tenth-level strong men, and now such a pervert appeared suddenly

The number of four is naturally terrifying, and even the air is not daring to take a breath.

Han Xiyuan's eyes were too long, his brows frowned slightly, and his eyes glanced on the faces of the four people. After a long time, he seemed to remember something, raised his eyebrows and said, "Zheng Haotian?"

Zheng Haotian laughed loudly, he took off his face towel and said, "Han Xiyuan, it turns out that you still remember Mr. Zheng, it's such an honor."

Yu Weihua and Lin Ting also took off the mask on their faces and looked at Han Xiyuan coldly with their true faces exposed.

Among them, Yu Weihua's eyes were the most fierce, and he did not hide his strong hostility. If he hadn't known it would be difficult to defeat this chief disciple of Bawang Peak, he would have gone out and punched him.

"It's Zheng Haotian."

"Those monsters in Baicao Peak."

"Hey, I should have thought of a long time ago that besides those super-qualified and powerful people in Baicaofeng, who else can have such a powerful aura at the ninth level."

"Hehe, Baicao Peak encountered Bawang Peak, it's really interesting. Who do you think can win?"

"Now, of course, the Bawang Peak has the advantage, but it is hard to say who wins and loses in a hundred decades."

After the high-level cultivators in the distance learned the origin of Zheng Haotian and others, they all suddenly realized it.

Baicao Peak is the fastest rising peak in the Wanjian Sect in recent years. What makes this peak most talked about is not that they have obtained the qualification of the lower peak in the ten-year competition this time, but in this one.

There are a group of perverts with super and top-quality qualifications in the peak.

Everyone knows that once these super and top-notch people grow up, that is the time when Baicao Peak will truly become terrible. By then, the Wanjian Sect has balanced the power of each peak for thousands of years, and may usher in a new round.

The shuffle has been made.

However, Bawang Peak is one of the old strong peaks in the Wanjian Sect. The conflict between them naturally attracted the attention and interest of countless people.

However, not everyone looks at it all with gloating eyes.

Some of the children of Zhongfeng changed their faces slightly, and several of them even left the crowd and released a small sword they carried with them.

All this was done quietly, even Han Xiyuan and Zheng Haotian did not discover it, let alone others.

Han Xiyuan nodded slowly and said, "It's really you, it's great. Do you want to wait until level 10 before challenging me, or fight now."

Zheng Haotian's eyes flashed for a moment, and his heart suddenly jumped.

Now his qi-observation technique has achieved some success. At a glance, he immediately saw that the halo on Han Xiyuan's body was as thick as a physical body.

If he was not mistaken, he had reached the peak of the tenth level. As long as he was willing, he could take that last step at any time and become a real spiritual powerhouse.

However, the success rate of impacting the spiritual realm is not very high, and in this process, it is necessary to experience the danger of demons attacking.

Therefore, before the tenth-level peak cultivators are fully prepared and sufficiently confident, they force their strength to prevent them from being able to promote the level.

And now Han Xiyuan is undoubtedly in this state of being half a foot.

Staring firmly at the other party's eyes, a smile broke into the corner of Zheng Haotian's mouth and said, "Since you meet it, how can you miss it."

Han Xiyuan's eyes flashed with bright lights, and he sneered: "I really don't know where the confidence comes from when I am a ninth level."

He is not an ordinary practitioner, but the chief disciple of the Overlord Peak in the Eleven Peak.

Looking at the entire Wanjian Sect, there are only eleven such people.

The strength he possesses is definitely not comparable to the ordinary tenth level. Although he cannot compare with the amazing King Kong Emperor, when facing an opponent who is one level lower than himself, he has it.

Full of confidence.

Zheng Haotian sneered and stretched out his fingers, and dense spots of light emerged around him, as if they were endless. Once these spots of light splashed, they immediately turned into sword lights and rushed towards the other party.

A trace of disdain flashed in Han Xiyuan's eyes. He shouted loudly, and his fists were flying towards the surroundings.

His fist wind was strong and powerful. When he punched out, even the air trembled violently. The sword lights flying towards him suddenly paused in the air, and then he heard the rupture of "papapa..."

Zheng Haotian's face changed slightly, and only then did he truly experience the powerful strength of the chief disciples of each peak.

Han Xiyuan's punches were so fierce that they shattered the sword light that was approaching him with the power transmitted by the air.

Zheng Haotian's sword lights are not ordinary sword lights, but powerful sword light cores.

Since these sword lights were activated, they have been warming up in the cyclone. Their toughness is incomparable to ordinary sword lights. However, they are not much better in front of Han Xiyuan. As long as they are slightly closer, they will

It is shattered by the powerful and incredible fist wind, even if it wants to turn it into energy and reclaim it, it is impossible.

Zheng Haotian's face was solemn, and Han Xiyuan's strength was indeed above his imagination.

However, he was not afraid of anything.

With a light shout, thousands of swords suddenly rotated rapidly and merged into the sword formation.

This is a world of sword seas. No matter what happens inside, it will not be spyed by outsiders. This is also the reason why Zheng Haotian condensed thousands of swords into one.

After all, at the ninth level, at most, he can only condense nine hundred and ninety-nine swords into one, and his integration of thousands of swords into one has actually exceeded the limit of this level. If he is not a spiritual dual cultivation

, I am afraid that the cyclone has been burst by a powerful force.

Therefore, he didn't want this to be known to everyone.

Now his strength has improved greatly compared to the beginning. Although he has successfully condensed the integration of thousands of swords, he has no transformation at all, and there is not even a little pressure.

After becoming strong, the toughness of the body has indeed improved greatly.

"disease……"

With Zheng Haotian's whisper, the sword sea that trapped Han Xiyuan immediately cracked a gap, causing the giant sword to rush away.

Han Xiyuan sneered and said, "There are some tricks in the carvings, and I'm here to show my ugly face again."

He had already transformed into a Vajra at this time, and his huge palm was snatching towards the giant sword.

However, the moment his palm had not touched the giant sword, he knew it was wrong.

Above that giant sword, there was a trace of strange and powerful force, which was incomparable to ordinary sword-condensing techniques.

At this moment, Wen Ren Bingying's cold and beautiful face suddenly flashed deep in Han Xiyuan's heart.

In the past, he was defeated by Wen Ren Bingying's sword-condensing technique. Although this matter has been several years, he still remembers it fresh.

As his eyes narrowed, he shouted violently, and golden light suddenly appeared on his palms, pushing King Kong's body wider.

Then, his palm finally grabbed the giant sword firmly.

A strong light burst out from the giant sword immediately. This is the purest power of light that can purify all unclean things in the world.

However, this powerful light power was intertwined with the golden light in Han Xiyuan's hand, and neither side could do anything to each other.

The giant sword kept jumping in the big hand, but it couldn't break free. Similarly, no matter how hard Han Xiyuan tried, he could not crush the giant sword.

The face of the chief disciple of the Overlord Peak became extremely ugly. He said word by word: "Thousands, swords, together, one."

Being able to withstand such huge force of sword light definitely meets the standard of unity of thousands of swords.

However, how could a ninth-level spiritual master break through the limit and condense such a terrifying number as Thousand Swords?

It was not until this moment that Han Xiyuan felt a little regretful in his heart. What kind of freak he had messed with in the past?

"stop……"

Suddenly, a sweet voice came over.

Then, a huge sword light fell from the sky like a thunderbolt in the clear sky, and passed by the middle of the two people.

Everything that blocked this sword light was instantly defeated and scattered, even Zheng Haotian's sword light core was no exception.

Han Xiyuan frowned slightly, and finally let go of his palm, allowing the giant sword of light, which had become a frightened bird, to fly back to Zheng Haotian.

The two of them looked at each other, but their expressions were completely different.

"Mr. Wenren...Uncle."

***: Baihe's uncle is over 80 years old and lives in Wuhan. Among his grandchildren, only my little Baihe has never seen him.

So this time, Baihe took Xiaobaihe to Wuhan to meet the old man, which was fulfilling his wish.

It just caused many inconveniences to all friends, Bai He is sorry again.

In addition, the plan has changed, probably to return to Ningbo the day after tomorrow, so if it is updated tomorrow, please forgive me again^_^(To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to ***(***).
Chapter completed!