A disciple of Tianjian Villa hurriedly rushed to Jian Guiyi's side to investigate, and saw that although his personnel was unknown, his life was still intact. He took a breath and raised his head to glare at Zhong Wen in the air.
"Master! Zhong Wen!"
Liu Qiqi looked at the two familiar figures in the distance, her eyes filled with excitement, and she couldn't help but exclaimed.
"Qiqi!"
The moment they saw Liu Qiqi, both Lin Zhiyun and Zhong Wen showed surprise on their faces.
However, looking at Liu Qiqi's unusually pale complexion and her shaky figure, which could hardly stand alone if she wasn't leaning on Jian Qingmei, Zhong Wen's heart was shaken, and then a strong anger surged into his heart.
"Qiqi, are you okay?" At this time, Lin Zhiyun had also noticed Liu Qiqi's abnormality and couldn't help but ask with concern.
"No, it's okay, I'm fine."
Liu Qiqi's "Return to the Clan" style has not yet completed the gathering of strength. Although she suffered a spiritual backlash, it was not fatal, but she would be unable to act for a while. She was worried that the conflict between Lin Zhiyun and Tianjian Villa would intensify, so she quickly spoke.
However, in the eyes of Lin Zhiyun and Zhong Wen, this scene had a completely different interpretation.
The two of them almost simultaneously imagined the scene in which Tianjian Villa forcibly accepted a disciple, Liu Qiqi refused to obey and was brutally tortured.
Lin Zhiyun was so angry that her whole body was shaking. She held the hilt of the unsheathed sword with her right hand, her face full of anger. If she hadn't taken into account that Liu Qiqi was still in the opponent's hands, she would have taken action with anger.
"What a Tianjian Villa!" Zhong Wen sneered, "It's really eye-opening that he can be so cruel to a seventeen-year-old girl!"
"Boy, don't rant!" A silver-haired old man who looked to be in his sixties shouted angrily, jumped up in front of Zhong Wen, pulled out the long sword on his back, pointed straight ahead, "If you can win against Junior Brother Guiyi, is it possible?
Do you think you are invincible?"
"Who are you?" Zhong Wen glanced at the old man and asked coldly.
"I have a million swords." The silver-haired old man replied, "You dare to verbally insult the great elder. If you don't kneel down and apologize quickly, don't blame me for the ruthlessness of the sword in my hand!"
It turns out that this elder Jian Baiwan is also a supporter of Jian Yicheng.
"Look over there." Zhong Wen pointed to where Liu Qiqi, Jian Yicheng and others were, "Do I seem to be talking nonsense?"
Jian Wanwan looked in the direction of his finger and saw a bright and beautiful girl in red looking at Zhong Wen worriedly.
The girl's face was pale, with faint traces of blood on the corners of her mouth. Her delicate body was trembling slightly. If Jian Qingmei hadn't supported her, she might have fallen down at any time.
On the side, Great Elder Jian Yicheng's eyes flashed, with a look of shame on his face.
Jian Wanwan was not stupid. He just took a look from a distance and knew that the great elder was probably wrong. He didn't know how to respond and fell into silence.
Most of the sword cultivators in Tianjian Villa have a single mind. They are all keen on practicing swordsmanship, but they are not good at talking nonsense and confusing right and wrong. In the words of Zhong Wen in his previous life, they are "straight men"
He ran out aggressively to defend Jian Yicheng, but was refuted by Zhong Wen and was rendered speechless. In this way, it was as if Jian Yicheng had made a mistake in public, which immediately made the master of Tianjian Villa far away.
The elder was extremely embarrassed.
Jian Xingluo, who didn't take it too seriously when watching the excitement, burst into laughter and almost fell to the ground.
"Boy, if you can beat Junior Brother Gui Yi, your strength is also a big deal. Let's compete!" Jian Wanwan also realized that his response was a bit inappropriate and quickly changed the subject.
"If you want to compete, it's okay." Zhong Wen found that the other party was a bit naive, and a smirk appeared on his face, "But can you let us people from Piaohua Palace go first?"
"Are you talking about that girl?" Jian Wanwan was stunned, then looked at Liu Qiqi in the distance and said, "If you can defeat me, how about I go and plead with the Great Elder and ask him to let her go?"
His silly words were equivalent to admitting the fact that Jian Yicheng had kidnapped his disciples.
After hearing this, Jian Yicheng in the distance turned livid with anger and wished he could kill him with a sword.
Sword Star Luo Ze was already lying in the air rolling with laughter.
"You are quite cheerful." Zhong Wen said with a smile, "Come on, let me see your clever tricks!"
"Attention!"
Although Jian Wanwan has a somewhat naive personality, his cultivation is far better than that of Jian Guiyi. His right hand shook slightly, and suddenly a dazzling aurora shot out from the sword body and went straight to the door facing Zhong Wen at a very fast speed.
It's almost the same as teleportation.
"careful!"
Today's Liu Qiqi has an extraordinary sense of swordsmanship and spiritual skills. She instantly judged how terrifying the power of this sword was and couldn't help but exclaimed.
However, facing this incredibly fast sword, Zhong Wen seemed to have expected it.
Almost at the same time as Jian Wanwan took action, his feet swayed and his figure suddenly disappeared from the spot, just in time to avoid the aurora.
When he appeared again, he was less than two feet away from Jian Wanwan. He raised his right hand into a fist and smashed it into the opponent's chest.
Jian Wanwan's face tightened, and he was about to dodge sideways when he suddenly felt his heart beating violently and uncontrollably. His whole body fell into an extremely brief state of stiffness and he was unable to move.
"boom!"
Being punched in the chest by Zhong Wen's fist, Jian Wanwan turned into a phantom in the air like a cannonball out of the barrel. Following Jian Guiyi's footsteps, he hit the mountain wall below hard, and his whole body was sunk in it.
Hard to extricate myself.
"I'll go! What's the origin of this young man?"
"I'm afraid even the Taoist Spirit Master may not be able to defeat Elder Jian Million with one move, right?"
"He doesn't look like he's twenty yet?"
"How is it possible? He is definitely an old monster who is proficient in the art of keeping his appearance!"
"I heard Jiansu say that they are not from the Holy Land. When did such a monster appear in the secular world?"
If Jian Guiyi was defeated, it was only surprising, but defeating Jian Wanwan with one move caused an uproar among the disciples of Tianjian Villa.
Just because although Jian Wanwan is still an ordinary spiritual master, he has already faintly touched the traces of the Great Dao, and is only half a step away from the realm of entering the Dao that even people in the Holy Land dream of.
Zhong Wen defeated Jian Wanwan with one punch. There was no look of pride on his face. Instead, he turned to look at Jian Yicheng, with obvious provocation in his eyes.
"Old ghost, you have got into trouble with an amazing person." Jian Xingluo laughed and said, "I can feel that this kid is really less than twenty years old, and he is so amazing now.
Given time, we may not even be able to compete for the position of saint."
"Yes, I don't know where this Piaohua Palace came from. All the people in the gate are monsters." Jian Yicheng rarely replied, "It's just that of the three people I've seen, any one of them can be placed there."
In the Holy Land, there are all unique talents."
"Senior Brother Yicheng, how do you plan to deal with it?" Jian Qingmei suddenly asked.
"I originally planned to lower my head, admit my mistake, and then discuss with the woman in blue shirt opposite to see if she was willing to let Liu Qiqi enter the Holy Land to practice." Jian Yicheng scratched his head and said rather tangledly,
"Now……"
After all, Tianjian Villa is ranked first among the Seven Holy Lands in terms of combat effectiveness.
Now two elders were punched into the wall by Zhong Wen. If he came out and apologized again, it would make people think that the holy land was beaten into submission by a young man. Once the news spreads to other holy places,
There's no guarantee that you won't be laughed at.
Just as he was hesitating, a white figure suddenly jumped out from the crowd, stepping on the sword light, and landed elegantly in front of Zhong Wen.
"Tianjian Villa Law Enforcement Elder Jian Feiyang." The man in white looked to be in his forties or fifties, with regular features, a delicate appearance, and a cold expression. He had an aura of immortality and aura, "Please give me some advice."
Facing the flying sword, Zhong Wen's expression remained calm, but a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes.
Enter the Taoist Spirit!
This was his first attempt to enter the Dao Spirit Master head-on. Even though he had practiced the "Five Yuan Divine Art" and several great secrets, he was still a little confused.
"Since you are sincerely asking me for advice." He quickly adjusted his attitude and showed a lazy smile again on his face, "Then I will give you some compassionate advice."
As soon as he finished speaking, his feet swayed, and his figure drew a faint white shadow in the air. He instantly appeared in front of Jian Feiyang and punched Jian Feiyang in front of him.
Jian Feiyang's expression was indifferent, and he was about to stab forward with the long sword in his hand. Suddenly he felt his heart tremble, and the blood in his body seemed to be boiling. He had clearly raised the sword, but he couldn't hand it out.
He was taken aback, and in a hurry, his eyes suddenly shone brightly, and he suddenly emitted endless terrifying sword energy, shooting out in all directions. His body jumped back a certain distance with the force of the sword energy, and he barely managed to avoid it.
Zhong Wen's fist.
What kind of magical skill is this that can directly affect my heart and blood?
The sword was flying, his steps were graceful, his body shape was constantly changing, and his mind was spinning rapidly, trying to see through the principles of Zhong Wen's spiritual skills.
The two of them were chasing and dodging in the air. Zhong Wen seemed to have the ability to anticipate the enemy's opportunities and could always calculate the opponent's dodge route one step ahead. In this way, Jianfei Yangtang entered Dao Lingzun, and was actually forced to do so.
He was in such a sorry state, seemingly helpless to fight back.
"How could he actually force the sword to fly like this?" At this moment, even Jian Xingluo's expression became solemn.
As the most outstanding genius of the previous generation in Tianjian Villa, Jian Feiyang has successfully understood his own way at the age of fifty-five. Now, in his early sixties, he is the youngest spiritual master in the entire Villa.
, and is considered to be one of the most promising candidates to enter the realm of saints.
Such a proud man was chased by Zhong Wen and was unable to fight back. Jian Xingluo couldn't help but start to worry whether the prestigious Tianjian Villa would really be disgraced today.
"What a magical skill." Jian Feiyang suddenly stopped and sighed, "It can actually affect the opponent's heartbeat and blood flow frequency."
"You have good eyesight." Zhong Wen also stopped chasing and said with a slight smile.
The characteristic of "Five Yuan Divine Skills" that affects the frequency of surrounding things is taken from the Holy Spirit Skill "Xuan Yin Zhen" of Feng Wuya, one of the five great sages.
"Now that you've seen through it," Jian Feiyang said lightly, "then it won't be difficult to deal with it."
The aura on his body suddenly changed, as if blending with the surrounding air, becoming vague and elusive.
At the same time, the long sword in his hand pointed straight ahead, and countless dazzling auroras shot out from the whole body, hitting Zhong Wen's location as quickly as lightning.
"In just a few years, his understanding of the Dao has reached this point." Jian Yicheng felt the looming aura on Jian Feiyang's body and couldn't help but sigh, "In terms of talent alone, I am not as good as him."
Zhong Wen walked briskly, turning left and right, seeming to be taking a leisurely stroll. However, the dazzling auroras that were too fast to be caught by the naked eye actually passed by his body one after another, and they all came to nothing.
In the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of Jian Feiyang and punched him in the same manner.
The sword flew up with a look of disdain on his face, he raised his hand and drew the sword, directly between Zhong Wen's eyebrows.
At this time, he was in a semi-nihilistic state, not worried at all about being hurt by Zhong Wen.
However, the next moment, his expression suddenly solidified.
The spiritual power contained in Zhong Wen's punch seemed to have been tempered for thousands of times and was extremely condensed. Wherever the punch passed, a "crack-pap-pap" sound erupted, and it actually directly broke through the world.
Even the heaven and the earth were broken open, and the sword hidden inside was naturally invisible and was instantly exposed in front of Zhong Wen.
Caught off guard, when he was about to raise his sword and fight, he suddenly felt his heart beating violently, his body froze, and Zhong Wen's fist hit his chest firmly.
"boom!"
The arrogant swordsman genius also followed in the footsteps of the two previous men and became the third Holy Land elder to be trapped in the stone wall.