A bang!

Mo Yiming flew out a few meters and landed on the ground, smashing the bluestone on the ground.

But the sense of pressure did not disappear, but turned into a white rainbow in the sound of the sky. In an instant, he was approaching Mo Yiming's place. Even as he approached, he had not seen the face of this person clearly. He waved his sleeves indifferently, and the powerful cultivation power roared out of his sleeves, knocking Mo Yiming's body away again.

This time, his body rubbed against the ground like being dragged, making a trembling hissing sound.

Mo Yiming only felt a burning pain in his back, his clothes had been worn out, and several scars appeared on his back, and blood flowed out.

Mo Yiming gritted his teeth, slapped the ground with his palm, and his body jumped up from the ground. His entire body's cultivation power gathered on his right hand and he swung out with a punch.

When this punch was swung, the void was torn into cracks.

With a bang, when the power of cultivation fluctuated, Mo Yiming felt a numbness from his fist and his body retreated repeatedly.

At this moment, I just saw this person clearly!

The man stood with a white robe, with his hands behind his back, with a look of indifference. There was a circle of transparent protective fluctuations in front of his body, and it was slowly disappearing as if it was dissolved.

This person is about the early twenties, and his clothes are free of wind. There is a kind of heroic spirit between his eyebrows and eyes. His pupils are as deep as an abyss, and he cannot see the bottom.

"The great disciple of the Temple of Heaven - Jian Antian!"

At this moment, many Xifeng disciples witnessed Jian Antian's strength again. Even amidst the amazement, an inexplicable admiration ignited in their hearts.

"Jian Antian, whose cultivation is ninth level of energy gathering, is close to the realm of transformation, is born in a famous family... he is a genius who is proud of the entire Temple of Heaven!"

Amid the discussion at this moment, Jian Antian stepped forward and stopped in front of Mo Yiming like teleportation. The invisible pressure that rushed towards him made Mo Yiming's body feel like he was restrained, and this feeling became heavier and heavier, making Mo Yiming have no power to resist, and blue veins emerged on his face, as if the whole sky was about to explode.

You must know that if a genius son like Jian Antian kills a person from the back mountain in the west peak, the sect manager will not pursue the matter.

This is the difference!

"The person in the back mountain has the power of cultivation. I will not investigate whether you practice evil skills... But your arrogance has actually touched my disciples in the Temple of Heaven. Today I will destroy you."

Jian Antian spoke indifferently, his expression was extremely dull, and it seemed that he had long regarded killing as a common thing.

As the words fell, Mo Yiming's body was lifted by the binding force, and at the fingertips of Jian Antian, a golden sword transformed from the power of cultivation suddenly appeared. The sword seemed to have flames burning, and when it appeared, it made a "puff" sound.

"I have no grudges and grudges with you, but you have always been too bullying!" Mo Yiming roared angrily, and blood was already flowing out as he gritted his teeth. When his thoughts were output, the lotus platform struggled a few times in his waist, but did not fly out.

This shocked Mo Yiming, thinking that this sword Antian had actually entered the transformation!

"You are not qualified to speak in front of my transformation and cultivation. Here, speak with strength..." Jian Antian ignored Mo Yiming's words. He regarded Mo Yiming as an ant in his hand. As long as the golden sword flew out at his fingertips, there was no doubt that Mo Yiming's body would make a bang and then turn into ashes!

At the same time, some monks around here couldn't help but take a breath after hearing this, and their eyes were shocked.

"This sword An Tian... has actually entered the transformation!"

"I heard that his sword skills were unfathomable. At this moment, the golden sword at his fingertips looked inconspicuous, but it gave people an inexplicable sense of oppression."

Jian Antian slowly raised his finger and continued to say coldly: "You should have stayed well in the back mountain, but you are uneasy about the status quo. Since that's the case, I will give you permanent peace."

Jian Antian said, pointing his fingers slowly at Mo Yiming's eyebrows. When this pointing made Mo Yiming feel a breath of death. Even when several monks around him saw that the golden sword was about to touch Mo Yiming's eyebrows, they had a judgment in their hearts. They knew that as long as the golden sword touched Mo Yiming's eyebrows, Mo Yiming would be isolated from the world from now on!

Mo Yiming gritted his teeth and wanted to break free from this constraint, but he could not.

"Clang!" "Clang!" "Clang!"

Just as the golden sword at Jian Antian's fingertips were about to touch Mo Yiming, three piano sounds suddenly came from the air. The piano sound echoed with waves, and a green beam of light fell from the sky and turned into a green scimitar, hitting the golden sword directly.

The golden little sword flew out and turned into scattered power of cultivation, placing it on Mo Yiming's arm. It was only a trace, but a deep blood mark appeared on Mo Yiming's arm!

Because of this, the binding force on Mo Yiming's body disappeared instantly, and after landing on the ground, he looked at the place where the sound was made.

He looked at the place where the sound was heard with him, and Jian Antian who had retreated two steps, and several monks who had not yet recovered from Jian Antian's cultivation level.

At this time, where their eyes were turned, a woman in white, unstained from the mud, holding the xylophone in her hand, her clothes fluttered, her cherry mouth and willow-leaf eyebrows, like a fairy descending, slowly falling under the many admiration looks!

This person is Liu Zhongling!

"This... I will see the two geniuses of our Xifeng within one day!"

"This Liu Zhongling will appear at this time!"

"A stunning woman."

The moment Liu Zhongling appeared, although these monks did not speak, it would be easy to see from their expressions what they were thinking in their hearts at this moment.

Only Jian Antian's expression had an inexplicable gentleness from the previous indifference. An inadvertent smile appeared on the corner of his mouth and said, "Congratulations to junior sister, you have broken through the ninth level of gathering energy and reached the transformation."

Liu Zhongling's expression was still cold and said, "Fortunately, I found the Green Summer Pearl, otherwise I wouldn't have stepped into the transformation so quickly. But Senior Brother Jian didn't think that if he was killing people in this Western Peak in full view of everyone, wouldn't he be afraid of violating the rules of the Western Peak?"

Jian Antian smiled indifferently, looked at Mo Yiming, and said, "This person openly provoked the people of my Temple of Heaven Sect. I just taught him some lessons and gave him a memory. There was no intention of killing him..."

Mo Yiming didn't want to defend himself. He knew that defending himself at this moment would only turn himself into a clown. At this moment, he suddenly realized that even in Xifeng, he had to speak with his strength, and there were no rules or irregularities at all.

If you become a genius, your words are right and everything you deserve.

But if you are a weak person, then you are like an ant underground, trampled on by others!

"It's so good. After all, Jian Antian is a disciple of the Temple of Heaven Sect. If you compete with a person from the back mountain, you should pay attention to your identity." Liu Zhongling said.

"My junior sister reminds me that such a arrogant person who is not aware of the great heights of heaven and earth should not have dirty my fingers." Jian Antian said, his eyes turned to Mo Yiming again. When he turned toward this, contempt flashed in his eyes!

"I advise my senior brother to improve his cultivation first. After all, in the Nanshan land, there are still many people who are in Hedong and Hexi. Don't bully the young man's poor after ten years." It is obvious that Jian Antian's contempt when he looked at Mo Yiming was a kind of arrogance, but she was not happy about it.

Jian Antian is also self-aware. If he continues here, he will not get Liu Zhongling’s kind words. After all, he is also admiring Liu Zhongling like others. In his opinion, he and Liu Zhongling are handsome men and beautiful women, and are born together. Before he gets the other party, he must leave some good feelings in front of the other party, even if it is just a little bit.

So he made a retreat posture and said, "Junior sister said yes."

After saying that, Jian Antian turned into a rainbow and galloped away.

Mo Yiming, who was standing behind, was silent all the time. When he saw Liu Zhongling, his heart was gone without the inexplicable acceleration before, and his face would not be red. Instead, he showed an unprecedented determination and firmness. In his heart, he didn't want Liu Zhongling to see his embarrassed side, but today, he was crushed by Jian Antian because of his cultivation. This incident made his heart stronger and stronger!

He knew that he did not lose his love for Liu Zhongling. He just wanted to be the best self every time he saw Liu Zhongling from this day on!

Liu Zhongling turned to look at Mo Yiming, which made her feel surprised in a flash, especially the indescribable perseverance in Mo Yiming's eyes, which made Liu Zhongling stunned. This was completely different from when she saw Mo Yiming before.

Mo Yiming turned around and left without saying anything. He felt that it was just as Jian Antian said, "Here, he had to speak with his strength. He was now gathering Qi at the seventh level, and Liu Zhongling had already reached the transformation. This difference was simply a huge difference! He even felt that he was not qualified to thank Liu Zhongling at all.

Liu Zhongling did not talk to Mo Yiming either. She knew that Mo Yiming was not feeling well at this time. But when she saw Mo Yiming leave, her body trembled, and a powerful sense of familiarity echoed in her mind like a roar.

"This..." Liu Zhongling seemed to remember something in his heart, but in a flash, he felt relaxed: "It shouldn't be him."

"Mo Yiming." Even so, Liu Zhongling spoke when he rejected it.

Mo Yiming paused, and did not speak, but waited for Liu Zhongling to continue speaking.

"I know you are obsessed with practicing. The purple bamboo forest has a strong spiritual energy. It may improve your cultivation." Liu Zhongling spoke again.
Chapter completed!