A sad look appeared on Lan Yubing's face. She misunderstood what Yun Chen meant, thinking that Yun Chen couldn't resist Zhou Qinghe's attack. After the loss, was he willing to leave this world with him?
She thought well. Here, any late Yuanying monk could kill Yun Chen. It would be so difficult to leave. He never thought that Yun Chen wanted to leave the Qingfeng Mountains.
"Okay, go to hell."
"Qilin Blade, cut!"
Yun Chen's eyes shifted, the aura in his body surged, and a shocking coercion rose into the sky. How could he be a mid-stage Nascent Soul monk? Even a late-stage monk was far behind.
The Jiuxiao Fragment Scroll Technique has a powerful coercion and momentum. In the early stage of Yuanying, it can reach the level of one or two turns in the late stage of other Yuanying stages. Now that it has reached the middle stage, even the fourth stage monks may not be able to compare. It's just that he doesn't
All the strength will be revealed immediately.
After saying that, his consciousness moved, and a strange-shaped weapon appeared in his right hand. The Qilin Blade was exposed to the air, and a powerful pressure suddenly emitted. Coupled with Yun Chen's pressure, the pressure suddenly increased.
Mana was injected into the Qilin Blade, and with a wave of one hand, a huge cold light quickly met Zhou Qinghe's Three Ultimate Slash of Heaven and Ming, and two devastating attacks tore the air apart.
Countless Nascent Soul monks quickly retreated, using magic defense to resist the distorted space, for fear of suffering disaster from the fish pond.
"laugh"
"laugh"
"Boom."
There were two slight sounds of breaking through the air, and then Leng Mang and Tian Ming's three ultimate swords collided together, a duel between top spiritual treasures.
The cold light disappeared in an instant, but the Three Ultimate Slashes of Tianming and Ming came down towards Yunchen without any hesitation. They didn't dare to look at Yun Chen. It would have been okay if it was just a duel between two top-level spiritual treasures, but Zhou Qingheng used the Three Ultimate Slashes of Tianming. Naturally,
It's stronger than Yun Chen's Qilin Blade.
"Dazzling Flowing Cloud Shield, Sacrifice!"
Just when the Three Ultimate Swords of Heaven and Ming came ten feet above Yun Chen, Yun Chen pulled out a strange shield. The shield rotated rapidly, blocking Yun Chen tightly.
"Bang"
With a soft sound, the Three Ultimate Slashes of Heaven and Ming landed on top of the Blinding Light Flowing Cloud Shield. The Shield and the Three Ultimate Cuts of Heaven and Ming were locked in a stalemate. For a moment, it was difficult to tell the winner.
"snort."
Yun Chen snorted coldly, and hit a spell on the shield. The shield immediately spun faster, quickly dissipating the power of the Three Ultimate Slashes of Heaven and Ming.
In the blink of an eye, the Three Ultimate Slashes of Tian Ming disappeared, the shield stopped rotating, and a delicate shield returned to Yun Chen's hand. This shield was obtained from Zhong Xiaotian.
At first, Yun Chen failed to defeat it with the Rainstorm Butterfly Shadow, and Yun Chen was also curious. When he finally made the sacrifice, he did not expect that it was a top-level defensive spiritual treasure that could also dissipate attack power.
"Whoosh."
"careful."
"Pfft."
"You, you, you!"
"ah."
When Yun Chen retracted his shield, he strangely flicked his fingers and shot out a god-killing finger. The god-killing finger was silent and the speed ignored the existence of space.
But the old man on the side, with thousands of years of experience and the strength of the third level in the later stage, also felt a sense of uneasiness, but he didn't know where it was. When he realized it, the God-killing Finger had already reached the center of Zhou Qingcheng's eyebrows.
He reminded Zhou Qinghe loudly, and he ducked to block the threat, but he was too late.
Zhou Qingzhen used the Three Ultimate Slashes of Heaven and Ming, which overdrawn a lot of mana. He didn't expect to be blocked by Yun Chen. Now there is still a chance to resist Yun Chen's attack.
Besides, after receiving the complete fingering technique, Yun Chen's God-killing Finger became more powerful and even more magical. The speed and power increased at the same time, and even the highest level of monks could not sense its existence.
There was a slight sound, his eyebrows froze, and his consciousness quickly dissipated. As a monk in the middle stage of Nascent Soul, he had practiced the vicious Yin Ming technique, so he naturally knew what was going on.
With a scream, the whole person slowly fell down. When he hit the ground, there was no trace of life left, and his soul was killed by the God-killing Finger.
"Walk."
Just as Zhou Qinghe was dying, Yun Chen's body appeared strangely on the steps. With one hand, he hugged Lan Yubing's slim waist. He quickly moved away from the steps and came into the air.
A burst of fragrance spread to his nose, and wherever he touched, he felt a smooth and tender piece of soft jade, which made him almost dizzy. This was a woman he could never forget in his life, and his heartbeat was naturally beating fast.
This would never be the case with other women. He could feel Lan Yubing's rapidly beating heartbeat at the same time, but he couldn't be distracted at all at this time.
"If you want to leave, stay!"
When Yun Chen came to the steps, Lan Xiaotian also noticed it, but Yun Chen's speed and movement were extremely strange. There was no spatial fluctuation at all when he teleported. By the time he reacted, Yun Chen had already taken Lan Xiaotian with him.
Xiaotian left the steps.
A mid-level monk was allowed to take Lan Yubing away before his eyes, and his face was dull. With a wave of one hand, a sharp fist hit him. A late-stage fourth-level monk, even with bare hands, was not something that a mid-level monk could easily resist.
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When they took action, the other Lan family monks and Tianming Sect monks also quickly surrounded Yun Chen in the center, but they did not give orders and did not dare to take action easily.
They didn't know whether Zhou Qingzhen was still alive, and thought he was just injured.
When Yun Chen saw the sudden fist light, he had no chance to use treasures and attacks. He could only use all his magic power and smash out the fist light with the same force.
"Bang."
There was a violent explosion, and a burst of violent energy arose throughout the square, making countless monks shake.
"Pfft."
Yun Chen was distracted for a while, and his body retreated violently. He retreated a full hundred feet before he could stabilize his body. The fists of the fourth-level monks in the later stage were indeed not something he could resist hastily in the middle stage.
"Yunchen, how are you?"
Lan Yubing had an anxious look on her face and tears in her beautiful eyes. She looked at Yun Chen with distress. She understood that even if Yun Chen lost to Lan Xiaotian, he would not be hurt.
It was obviously because Lan Xiaotian was her father that she did not take full action. Indeed, even if the mid-stage monks took action rashly, they would not be easily injured by the later-stage monks.
Because Lan Xiaotian also wanted to stop Yun Chen and had no time to use a powerful attack, otherwise it wouldn't have been so simple.
"It's nothing, what does he do?"
Yun Chen pointed at Lan Xiaotian and looked around. There were more than a dozen monks who were in the first and second levels of the late stage, and dozens of monks who were in the early and middle stages.
"Yunchen, he is not my biological father."
When Lan Yubing heard Yunchen's question, she sent a message to answer. She looked at Yunchen with beautiful eyes, a pitiful look on her face, and when she said about Lan Xiaotian, the hatred appeared in her eyes again.
"He is my father-killing enemy. One hundred and seventy-three Manchu lives were all caused by him!"
When Lan Yubing saw the look of surprise on Yun Chen's face, she quickly spoke softly, no longer worrying about being heard by others.
Hearing Lan Yubing's words, the other Lan family monks were puzzled. Two of them looked indifferent, as if they knew what Lan Yubing was talking about.
For a moment, the atmosphere in the entire square was filled with weirdness. Although Lan Yubing spoke in a low voice, the people present were all Nascent Soul stage monks, so naturally he couldn't hide it from these monks.
"It turns out that Brother Lan is not his biological son."
"After killing other Manchus, you will still adopt her as a child. I really don't know what Brother Lan is thinking?"
"Keep your voice down."
"Could it be that Brother Lan was responsible for the massacre of the Youzhou Lan family three hundred years ago?"
"..."
Many monks were talking softly, and the look on Lan Xiaotian's face was extremely ugly. Now that Yun Chen has killed Zhou Qinghe, the relationship between the Lan family and the Tianming Sect has broken down.
Not knowing how to explain this to Zhou Mingdi of the Tianming Sect, he felt very irritated and looked at Lan Yubing and Yun Chen with cold eyes. Dozens of Nascent Soul Stage monks looked at him, waiting for his instructions.
"Today, I will not drain your soul and refine your soul, and I swear that I will not be a human being!"
At this moment, not far from the steps, the Tianming Sect old man shouted angrily, and a violent aura rose into the sky.
Seeing that Zhou Qingzhen was killed, he was also panicked. He had no idea that things would take such a turn. A happy event, something that couldn't go any smoother, would now lead to the death of the young master.
Even if he is Zhou Mingdi's brother, he will still suffer Zhou Mingdi's anger, and his life may be in danger. All of this was caused by Yun Chen.
"Brother Zhou, how is Qing Lei?"
Lan Xiaotian, with his powerful spiritual consciousness and cultivation, had long known that Zhou Qingqing had been lost, and was horrified, but he could only pretend to be confused.
"The green robe has been damaged."
The old man said harshly and glanced at Lan Xiaotian with anger. Lan Xiaotian had nothing to do with this matter.
"What? Qing Lei is lost. Since I know that I am not your biological father, I kept you because you have good spiritual roots. It seems that I have done something wrong. Today, you two will stay!"
Lan Xiaotian said loudly, with a cold look on his face. He didn't know when Lan Yubing knew that he was not his biological father, but none of this was important anymore.
The important thing is to stand at a good angle at this time and not to give the Tianming Sect any leverage. Otherwise, it will cause trouble for the Tianming Sect and the Lan family to fight, and the position of the head of the family will not be guaranteed.
"Brother Lan, you wait first, I will capture them both, and I will ask them to be buried with Qing Lei."
The old man gritted his teeth and said in a conspiratorial tone, now he wished he could extract Yun Chen's soul and refine it.
"Okay, thank you, Brother Zhou, take action."
Lan Xiaotian readily agreed, which was exactly what he wanted. He also wanted to see what Yun Chen was capable of and dared to come to the Qingfeng Mountains to cause trouble.
He is also very interested in Yun Chen's God-killing Finger and top-level spiritual treasures. He has a deep knowledge of the city, so naturally he will not show it.
"Binger, be careful, I know what to do."
Yunchen looked at the hundreds of Nascent Soul stage monks around him. There was no fear on his face. On the contrary, he had a gentle smile on his face. He stayed with the person he liked, and he didn't regret it even if he suffered a loss.
But he will not give up so easily. When he finds an opportunity, he will take Lan Yubing away from here. If he provokes his own people, he will never let him have a good life.