The Xieyun Peak in the early morning was shrouded in a thin white mist. At this moment, An Jinxuan, carrying a huge golden sword behind him, was standing on the aisle of Lingchen's attic, looking into the distance!
Last night, the whole night of drinking with Wuchen Fatty Su and the others gave An Gezi, who was usually a good drinker, a headache. After drinking dozens of bottles of liquor with Fatty Su last night, although An Gezi was physically strong
He is strong and has superb cultivation, but he is also too drunk to wake up. Even now, his forehead still hurts.
On the other hand, Fatty Su drank all night long with his big belly.
Unlike An Gezi, Fatty Su, who seemed to have average cultivation, didn't show off his figure. His fat belly was like a huge wine vat. He drank an unknown amount of wine overnight, but he was still sober.
It was as usual. But in front of him, Wuchen and Mo Shangyu were lying on the attic floor in a mess.
"Come on, drink more!" Fatty Su was also lying on the table at the moment, with big thorns of saliva dripping from the corners of his mouth and yelling drowsily, as if he was still drinking with An Gezi and others in his sleep.
Looking back, he glanced at Fatty Su and Wuchen, who were lying on the floor in a mess. An Gezi looked into the distance calmly. He hadn't been so happy for a long time. Ever since Uncle Leng Tianyan came out of seclusion, the disciples of Xie Yun Peak were also getting better and better.
The school became more and more prosperous, and with Master Leng in charge of the new disciples, An Gezi and the other teachers and brothers had a lot of leisure time. They often gathered in Ling Chen's small attic and got drunk, not caring about anything.
But the only fly in the ointment is that that guy Ling Chen has been out on a mission for several months and he still hasn’t returned?
Although Elder Ji from the Law Enforcement Hall explained Ling Chen's situation to them, An Gezi was still a little worried.
Looking at the woods in the open space in front of the attic being swayed violently by the strong wind, An Gezi felt a little uneasy, and his sharp eyes looking into the distance gradually became fascinated by a layer of light white mist.
The person he had always suspected came to mind.
The last time he went to the central hall to report the situation, he unexpectedly discovered that Uncle Leng was respectful to that person in the hall.
Is his status higher than his uncle?
How is this possible? We grew up together in the same town, and An Gezi knew that person's background very well.
To say that he has the talent of a monster, it is reasonable for Master Leng to treat him with respect, but he is just an ordinary disciple, why is he treated like this by Master Leng? Now An Gezi can't help but be confused, as if he has fallen into the clouds.
Vague.
It is impossible not to have doubts and worries, but what is his identity?
The more he thought about it, the more unclear he became. An Gezi gave up thinking and thought about it. No matter how deep the fog was, it would eventually dissipate, but An Gezi could think clearly.
After waiting for the sun to rise three o'clock, Wuchen in the room got up from the wet floor, stretched out his hand to rub his painful head, and said: "Wine! It seems that you really need to touch this thing less in the future."
"Senior Brother Wuchen, are you awake?" An Gezi's voice came from outside the corridor.
Wuchen couldn't help but smile bitterly, stood up with all his strength, reached out and pushed open the door, and then said: "An Gezi, senior brother was really drunk last night."
"Ha ha!"
An Gezi smiled heartily and said, "It's okay! Just drink a few more times and you'll be fine."
When Wuchen heard what An Gezi said, he shook his head like a rattle and said hurriedly: "An Gezi, you and Fatty Su should spare senior brother!"
Although Wuchen's cultivation level is lower than that of An Gezi, An Gezi and Fatty Su are used to calling Wuchen, if for no other reason than the one who was so busy working for Xie Yun Peak before Wuchen.
Spirit, senior brother can also bear this sound.
An Gezi reached out and patted Wuchen's shoulder and said: "Hey, senior brother, you are so humble."
"Oh no, Po Jun is coming to Evil Cloud Peak to challenge you today. Did you drink so much last night??"
Being photographed by An Jinxuan, Wuchen, who had always been thinking about Xie Yunfeng, suddenly thought of something.
An Gezi touched his nose and looked directly at Wuchen; "Didn't I forget this too! This arena battle has been closed by the sect. Challenges from each peak can be sent to the opposite mountain. I really don't know why the sect arranged this.
What do you mean?"
"Stop talking, it's already noon now, go to the back mountain and take a look..." Wuchen looked anxious, and he didn't have time to call out to Mo Shangyu and Fatty Su who were sleeping on the ground.
The two of them hurriedly ran down the attic and headed straight for the back mountain.
After a cup of tea, An Gezi and Wuchen stopped in a rather large open space in the back mountain.
In the clearing at this time, there were dozens of disciples of Tanlang Peak, dressed in white robes, standing on the edge of the grass as if they were coming from the dust. In the center of the clearing, a tall and heroic man stood with a sword, enjoying alone the many surroundings.
Admiring and fanatical gaze.
He is none other than "Po Jun", one of the top ten geniuses of the Taiyi Outer Sect.
"You thought this kid wouldn't come?"
"I'm so shy"
"Look, I came here at noon. I'm afraid I want to give up the duel..."
"Haha, that's all Xie Yun Peak's potential is."
When An Gezi appeared in the open space, all the whispering Tanlang Peak disciples started booing and mocking An Gezi who had just arrived.
"Junior brother" Wuchen looked at An Gezi next to him with a worried look on his face, fearing that he would be excited.
An Gezi's handsome face nodded, signaling Wuchen to rest assured, and then he looked frivolously at the tall and heroic figure in the open space and said, "You challenge me?"
Having said that, a sharp gaze shot directly at An Gezi from the open space as if it were real, and two eyes with different attitudes collided in the air for an instant.
Wuchen on the side took a few steps back. He seemed to see a fierce spark from the invisible air?
"Then please!" Po Jun held his sword, drew a circle in front of him, and turned his head lightly, his indifferent words carrying heavy contempt.
"Hmph... Can you Tanlang Peak rely on your long training years to bully the disciples of Xie Yun Peak who have just entered the sect a few years ago?" Just as the surrounding Tanlang Peak disciples' jeers became louder and louder, the back mountain turned the corner.
At this place, a group of disciples from Xie Yun Peak walked up, and the leader was the graceful Qian Xiaoyu.
The disciples of Tanlang Peak have bullied Xie Yun Peak. It would be unreasonable if we don't bring these young disciples of Xie Yun Peak out to make a grand spectacle.
Po Jun looked at the Xie Yun Peak disciples walking in the distance and turned his head. They were just a ragtag group and ignored them.
An Gezi took off the giant sword from his back, glanced at Xiao Yu who came slowly behind him, and smiled slightly.
Carrying a giant sword, An Gezi walked slowly to the center of the open space and stood opposite Po Jun.
An Gezi looked at Po Jun opposite him frivolously, raised his hand, and said contemptuously: "How is it? Brother, how about practicing with my brother?"
"As you wish!" Po Jun's face was expressionless, his calm body exuding a faint and strong pressure, and he looked at An Jinxuan indifferently.
As soon as Xiao Yu brought the disciples from Xie Yun Peak to Wu Chen, the situation in the open space changed instantly.
After the two briefly exchanged words, Po Jun clenched the silver sword with his backhand, his right hand trembled slightly, and the sharp sword tip shook out several cold lights in the air, and then pointed at An Gezi opposite him in the distance.
An Gezi's expression did not change, he still looked at Po Jun with a calm expression with his frivolous eyes, reached out and smashed the huge sword on his shoulder to the ground, and said: "Brother, be careful!"
Whether there were disciples from Xie Yun Peak or Tan Lang Peak, they all forgot to taunt loudly, fight back, etc., and all watched the duel between the two Tianjiao with suspicion.
The legendary Evil Cloud Peak has one peak and four beauties. Now we can finally see the true strength of Evil Cloud Peak.
In the open space, as soon as An Jinxuan finished speaking, his whole body's aura suddenly changed. The dark golden sword in his hand burst out with bright light, whipping up a powerful whirlwind of spiritual energy in the void, roaring towards the enemy on the opposite side.
Roll away.
Po Jun, who was standing straight on the spot, did not dare to be careless. He raised his hands covered by his long robe and saw the silver long sword facing the spiritual whirlwind like a giant cauldron. Po Jun shouted loudly and the silver long sword slammed into the air.
With one stroke and one stroke, a terrifying sword energy took shape.
"boom!"
After a loud noise, An Gezi's dark golden sword was seen inevitably hitting Po Jun's silver sword.
At the first touch, Po Jun's indifferent expression trembled, and he noticed a violent thunderous aura flowing into the silver sword along the dark golden sword.
Po Jun, who was holding the long sword, trembled all over, and layers of spiritual shields formed on his skin. After two full breaths, he pulled the terrifying power of thunder and lightning towards the grass beneath his feet.
Suddenly, a "click" sound exploded.
The patches of green grass rolled back, cracked, and quickly spread into the distance, and a huge hole about half a foot deep suddenly appeared where Po Jun was standing.
"嗗嗗"
In the huge pothole, thunder and lightning sprang up, and the withered grass roots showed a burnt yellow color.
"Violent thunder and lightning metal properties!" Wuchen, who was watching this scene from a distance, couldn't help but feel frightened. His face was filled with ecstasy. An Gezi had the upper hand in the first confrontation. It seemed that this guy was indeed a monster genius.
Xiao Yu on the side also widened his eyes, clenched his small fists, and watched this scene with joy. The stronger An Gezi was, the more he could give this domineering Pojun a head-on blow.
On the other hand, many of the disciples at Tanlang Peak on the other side looked at the huge pit full of thunder and lightning in surprise, and were completely surprised by this scene.
Xiangpojun is known for its strength in the entire Tanlang Peak, and even among the entire Taiyi Outer Sect, only a few geniuses can compete with it.
Unexpectedly, what surprised many Tanlang Peak disciples was that the power erupted by An Jinxuan on top of Evil Cloud Peak was slightly better than Po Jun. For a while, most Tanlang Peak disciples couldn't help but worry.
Senior Brother Pojun is here.
"Very good!" Po Jun was aroused by An Jinxuan's violent blow, and the fighting spirit in his body was aroused. He couldn't help but shouted loudly and said: "Come again!"
After saying that, Po Jun suddenly waved his hands, raised the silver sword in his hand again, and with the shadow of the sharp sword that turned into hundreds, roared down from the sky, and slashed towards An Jinxuan...
An Jinxuan looked suspicious. He didn't want to be hit by Po Jun's powerful sword energy. He stumbled his feet, tilted his body slightly, and flew up with the dark golden giant sword in his right hand.
Wielding his giant sword, he formed a violent aura shield of lightning and thunder in front of him, crushing the fierce sword aura of hundreds of troops.
"boom!"
The silver sword in Po Jun's hand stirred up a large group of sword energy, and without changing its force, it slammed down on the golden thunder shield in front of An Jinxuan.
……………… Smoke rising!
A cloud of dust also rose high, blocking the view of everyone outside the clearing. When the dust dissipated, Wuchen and Xiao Yu saw in the distance that the grass outside the clearing was covered with hundreds of one-inch deep cuts made by the violent sword energy.
.
"This...!" An Jinxuan lay on his back with his giant sword blocking the sharp silver sword in front of his forehead. He looked back at the deep marks under his feet and couldn't help but clicked his tongue.
"Brother Pojun, come on!"
"Brother An, come on"
As disciples from different camps on both sides cheered,
The battle between An Jinxuan and Po Jun started again, and a group of disciples on the outside of the clearing also shouted...