The three monks who came from the same sect looked surprised and suspicious. Looking at the sudden appearance of the blue-shirted guest, he frowned deeply. He followed the rules on the mountain and warned him first.

"Fellow Taoist, we have some personal grudges with this woman, but don't meddle in other people's business. At least we must consider our own abilities first, otherwise we three fourth-level monks will not stop working later."

The three of them clearly did not want to make trouble, so they advised the Qingshan Guest who had no idea of ​​the origin to leave quickly.

Guan Huaping was full of joy at first, then listened to the words of the three monks, and looked confused. After a moment, he sacrificed all the magic weapons and said resolutely: "Young Master Chen, go away, it's not your business."

Chen Jiu ignored her and said to himself: "Three people..."

He moved his finger and counted, "Nine Breaths."

Finally, Chen Jiu nodded and said confidently: "It's almost the same."

The three monks looked surprised and wondered what the Qingshan Guest was fiddling with.

Chen Jiu arrived in an instant. When the three of them caught off guard, they kicked the head of the man in the lead, kicked his head down, and smashed it into the ground. They leveraged their strength and stepped hard, and then shot straight towards the other person.

The man looked shocked and hurriedly sacrificed his magic weapon, blocked him in front of him, and suddenly broke, revealing his horrified face. He was actually directly destroyed by Chen Jiu's punch. Then Chen Jiu turned his fist into a palm, grabbed his head, squatted down, avoided the attack of another monk, and pinched the monk with one hand. Even if he jumped, he would punch the last monk with one hand.

The man's chest was sunken, and after he fell to the ground, he was unaware of his life and death.

Chen Jiu's eyes were filled with golden light and thunder. He looked at the monk in his hand who was being controlled by him, and he was like a god-like man who was not angry and powerful.

The monk was extremely frightened by Chen Jiu's head. He was full of crying and didn't even dare to say anything begging for mercy.

The golden light in the Qingshanke's eyes slowly faded, and he threw the crying monk down, and said calmly: "If you don't die later, remember to collect the body of your brother."

The monk looked up in confusion, not knowing what he meant.

The head was kicked, flying a hundred meters wide, and shot into a mansion building, collapsed with a bang, and then it was silent.

All the monks who were fighting in the courtyard stopped and looked at the blue-shirted guest, so they didn't dare to breathe.

I will kill three fourth-level cultivators in an instant!

This combat power is so outrageous, right?!

This is nothing special about physical cultivation, he is just a god of war!

Some people who recognized Chen Jiu found something was wrong and began to run quietly down the mountain. After all, I had ridiculed Chen Ruanfan at the beginning. If he held a grudge and punched him, his little body would not be able to bear it.

Guan Huaping was particularly surprised, with his mouth wide open. He didn't expect that Mr. Chen, whom he was thinking about, was such a powerful physical cultivation.

The woman was stunned for a moment, and the corners of her mouth slightly raised.

The young master's posture when he hits people is also very beautiful, but he is fighting for himself.

When the pretty woman thought of this, the smile on her face became stronger, and her eyes immediately condensed and she noticed that one of Chen Jiu's hands was already covered in blood.

Guan Huaping's face was instantly worried, so he hurried to Chen Jiu's side, and took out any healing medicine from the storage magic weapon, and applied it to Chen Jiu's hands.

But when the woman was about to apply medicine, she saw Chen Jiu's chest blown up and bleeding wounds.

The pretty woman's eyes were sore, and she didn't like to cry very much, but her eyes were filled with tears. She asked in a crying voice: "Young master, it hurts very much, right?"

Chen Jiu grinned and said disdainfully: "What a small injury is worth mentioning."

The scholar ran over happily, stretched out his thumb, and exclaimed: "Hero!

Guan Huaping's eyes narrowed and he cursed in a sweet voice: "What a hero? If you are injured like this, you are considered a hero? Then I would rather be a young master than a hero."

The scholar was stunned, looked at Chen Jiu, and asked in confusion: "Insider?"

Chen Jiu also stood there and shook his head.

The scholar was so strange. For some reason, the woman reacted so much. She asked the woman again, "Admiration?"

Guan Huaping applied medicine to Chen Jiu, his cheeks flushed, and said angrily: "So what?"

The scholar bowed and smiled and said, "He is such a talented man and a beautiful woman."

Guan Huaping's attitude towards books changed instantly, and he bowed and replied: "Sir, he is really a wise and talented person."

Chen Jiu was speechless when he watched from the side. Why did these two people still put it on?

The three of them were talking.

The Xuanguang gate of the cave in the distance was suddenly closed.

All the monks noticed the change, stopped fighting, and looked surprised and suspicious.

The sky is spinning and the mountains disappear.

Everyone was in a state of silence and had arrived at a wide world, with three hundred-foot chessboards placed in it.

Everyone was shocked and shocked, and there was a constant noise.

There was a movement in the three pairs of chessboards. Among them, a short old man who looked like a land master came out. He held a white jade bodhi stick and slapped his forehead. He looked at everyone and smiled: "Get up the net to catch fish, and the goods are quite small."

The monks below were even louder and louder.

The short old man pestled the white jade bodhi staff hard on the ground, making a loud noise, and smiled and said, "Quiet."

A monk stepped out and asked angrily: "Who are you? Don't tease me and wait, let us out quickly, otherwise..."

Before the monk could finish his words, the short old man stretched out his hand and crushed him into meat sauce like an ant, and blood was everywhere.

The monks around him looked horrified and dared not speak.

The short old man smiled again and said, "Do you know how to be quiet?"

No one dared to speak out.

The short old man shook his head again, "If you ask you to be quiet, you will be really quiet. There is no blood and energy at all. How can you compete with the heaven for the great way? It seems that the casting in this issue is just an empty choice."

A monk asked boldly: "Senior, I wonder what if you called me here?"

The old man nodded, as if he was admiring the man, and explained: "My Taoist tradition has been passed down for thousands of years, but my limit has come. Only this body is left, and there is no successor to the Taoist tradition. Today, the cave door is opened and you are invited to come, so you will be casting three people to inherit my Taoist tradition!"

Many of the words were unclear, so everyone was left to guess.

The short old man looked at the man again and asked, "You are very good."

The man was flattered.

The short old man suddenly smiled strangely again, "It's just that I said I should be quiet."

So in an instant, this man only had flesh and blood.

Everyone in the audience was frightened.

There is only one person.

Chen Jiu looked at the old man happily, thinking about whether this funny-looking old man could kill him.

After waiting for a while, the short old man smiled and said slowly, "Since he is the one who chooses the Taoist tradition, he must be extremely outstanding, so he needs to choose."

He used the white jade bodhi staff to pestle the ground again, and three vague figures suddenly appeared on the three hundred-foot chessboards.

The old man smiled and said, "A sword cultivator, a physical cultivator, a mere channel and talisman, is just a three-level state. When you challenge you, those who can pass the level will be the inheritor of my Taoist tradition."

Most of the people in the audience frowned.

So simple?

Even if this is a sword cultivator, is it too easy to just have three realms?

Some monks did not want to get involved, so they bowed to the old man and said respectfully: "Senior, if I don't want to inherit your Taoist tradition, can I withdraw from here?"

The short old man turned his head slightly, as if he was moving his neck, and smiled and said, "If there is no casting, then you will kill them all. If there is one, half of them, two, all of them, and three, you will be considered as a bonus, and you can take away all the magic weapons you have."

As soon as this statement came out, the monks in the audience were shocked again, but they did not dare to discuss it, for fear of causing the old man to be unhappy.

The old man yawned and said impatiently: "No one came out within five breaths, kill them all."

One of them walked out straight and got on the chessboard of the talisman monk in the essence channel.

The old man nodded, "That's right."

Afterwards, two people walked out one after another, with their own swords at their waists, and they were actually two quasi-sword cultivators.

Among them is Chen Jiu's "acquaintance", Song Hongxiu, who has been with him for a few days.

Song Hongxiu got on the physical cultivation chessboard, and the flying sword behind him was unsheathed and pinched it in his hand. He didn't know whether he had great skills, but his sword cultivation style was pretending to behave well.

The short old man nodded and smiled, "Everyone opened."

The three vague figures suddenly set off and came straight towards the three of them.

The three of them had their own responses and used their methods one after another. The first monk used a single formation, which first blocked the vague figure's attack, and then pinched his hands and used a thunder magic to attack.

The vague figure suddenly stopped and returned it with thunder.

The two fought hard.

Compared to the chessboard here, the other two sides are much easier. The two quasi-sword cultivators pressed against the blurred figures on the opposite side, and they all used killing moves to take their lives.

In the end, Song Hongxiu killed the fuzzy figure with an extremely fast sword move, and took the lead in taking it, standing in the center of the chessboard, feeling that this trial was nothing more than that.

Another sword cultivator followed closely and killed the fuzzy sword cultivator on the opposite side.

The three of them have been killed. According to the old man's principles, the monks present can survive.

There are monks who regretted it. It’s so simple, why don’t you have the courage to try it and miss such a great opportunity in vain!
To be continued...