"Hi~" Silver-white thunder and lightning appeared on the sword. "Thunder Punishment Blade!"
The Thunder Punishment Blade is Xiao Geng's strongest weapon. He didn't want to expose it so early, but in order to defeat Xu Chen, he couldn't control it so much. Seeing Xiao Geng using the Thunder Punishment Blade, Xu Chen got a whiff of it.
In danger, he retreated without hesitation. "Haha, Xu Chen, let me see what you can do to block my Thunder Punishment Blade!"
When Xiao Geng saw Xu Chen retreating, he thought that the latter was afraid and did not dare to fight hard, so he laughed proudly. Thunder surged, and the sword fell like lightning. Xu Chen finally slowed down a step and was enveloped by the thunder. "Bang!
"
A loud sound resounded. The masonry arena cracked with spider web-like cracks. Smoke and dust suddenly rose. The entire arena was shrouded in smoke and dust. "How's it going?"
"Is Xu Chen dead or alive?"
"Senior Brother Xiao's sword was so powerful that even the arena was destroyed, so Xu Chen may be in more danger than anything else."
"What a pity."
"Yes, speaking of it, Xu Chen is also a genius, but he is so ignorant that he dared to go on stage to fight against Senior Brother Xiao. Now that he dies, he will have no one to blame."
Everyone looked at the arena shrouded in smoke and dust, whispering to each other, and started talking. "Whoops!"
Just when everyone thought Xu Chen was in danger, a figure suddenly rushed out of the smoke and rushed towards Xiao Geng. Xiao Geng's pupils shrank. He saw clearly the figure flying towards him. It was Xu Geng.
Chen. And he was unscathed. "How is that possible?"
"
clang!"
Xiao Geng was so shocked that his arms went numb, and he retreated uncontrollably. "Dang!"
Xu Chen stepped forward and punched out again. Xiao Geng tried his best to resist. "Clang, clang, clang!!"
Xu Chen waved his fists, punch after punch, constantly hitting the blade. Xiao Geng could barely resist it at first, but later, his arms were shocked to the point of losing consciousness. Finally, with another loud noise,
The sword flew away from his hand. The spiritual energy on Xu Chen's right leg surged, and with a hiss, a whip leg hit Xiao Geng hard on the waist. "Bang!"
With a muffled sound, a cloud of blood mist exploded from Xiao Geng's waist, and he screamed and flew out uncontrollably. Amid everyone's exclamations, Xiao Geng flew out of the ring and was hit hard on the ground.
On the ground, "Wow~" everyone was in an uproar. They looked at this scene in shock. They couldn't react for a while. On this day,
Xu Chen's name will eventually be remembered by everyone. Those present will also not forget that this young man who looked to be only sixteen or seventeen years old easily defeated Xiao Geng, who was quite famous in the inner sect. After a while, the audience
Only then did everyone react from the shock. "Hi~ God, am I dreaming? Xiao Geng was defeated by Xu Chen."
"This Xu Chen seems to be young, but he actually defeated Xiao Geng. This guy is not simple, not simple."
"Xiao Geng used his strongest killing move, but he is still no match for Xu Chen. How strong is Xu Chen?"
"Is he really only at the fourth level of Qi Condensation Realm? Is he hiding his cultivation level?"
"It's possible, otherwise it wouldn't make sense."
"A new star will rise among our inner sect."
"It's a pity that the time he joined the sect was too short after all. I'm afraid he won't be able to enter the top thirty in the inner sect competition in three months."
"At his age, it is normal for him not to be in the top thirty. If he is in the top 100, he will be in the sight of the sect's top brass."
"Yes, once you are noticed by the sect's higher-ups and accepted as a disciple..." Countless disciples discussed in disbelief. "Impossible, how could Xiao Geng be defeated?"
Su Yue also had a look of disbelief on his face. "Trash!"
Looking at Xu Chen who became the focus of the audience, he became angrier and cursed in a low voice. He didn't know whether he was scolding Xu Chen or Xiao Geng. Amidst the lively discussion, Xu Chen walked off the ring and looked at
He didn't even look at Xiao Geng, who had passed out in the audience, and strode out of Fengyun Gorge.
...Inner gate. In Xu Chen's courtyard. He sent away the visitors with a fake smile. After the courtyard door was slammed shut by him, a trace of fatigue appeared on his face. Three days had passed since he defeated Xiao Geng.
.After he defeated Xiao Geng and his reputation spread, there were many
Someone came to visit. These people had different purposes. Some wanted to make friends with him, a rising star in the inner sect, some wanted to win over him for their respective families, and some wanted to challenge him and become famous in the inner sect. For those who wanted to challenge him, step on
He can be cold-faced when looking at people in power
Seeing off guests, Xu Chen couldn't turn away those who carried gifts and showed goodwill. After all, why don't you reach out and hit the smiling people? In this way, in these three days, he has been dealing with almost all kinds of things.
People don’t even have time to practice. “We can’t go on like this.”
"We are both disciples of the Qingling Sect, and I can't turn away people when they come to visit me out of kindness."
Xu Chen sighed and said, "It seems that we can only go down the mountain to avoid the limelight."
He never expected that it was not the enemy who forced him to leave the sect in embarrassment, but the guests who came to the door with gifts. After making the decision, Xu Chen immediately packed up his things and went down the mountain... Guangyun City. Qingling Sect, West
, a medium-sized city three hundred miles away. The city has a population of one million. Xu Chen walked on the crowded street, looking left and right. "Sir, I have a thousand-year-old spiritual ginseng here, a medium-grade spiritual weapon. If you want to
Don’t take a look, the price is favorable and you are guaranteed to be satisfied.”
An old man with gray hair on the roadside saw Xu Chen's extraordinary bearing and recommended his own products. Xu Chen looked at the old man's stall after hearing the sound. He only took one look and shook his head slightly. The thousand-year-old ginseng mentioned by the old man was just a plant that exuded some spiritual energy.
Powerful ordinary medicinal materials. As for the medium-grade spiritual weapon, it was even more useless. Withdrawing his gaze, Xu Chen walked away. Restaurants, medicine shops, teahouses... he visited them one by one. The sky was getting dark.
Xu Chen was about to find an inn to stay. But when he was passing by an alley, he suddenly heard a painful groan and the dull sound of fists hitting his body. Xu Chen hesitated for a moment and entered the alley. "Ye
Fan, you son of a groom, a lowly bastard, I have warned you before to let you know your identity and not get close to Song Ya, but you have turned a deaf ear to my words."
"Made, if you don't look in the mirror, you are a piece of trash and a toad trying to eat swan meat."
In the alley, a group of teenagers were beating up a thin boy wearing linen clothes. The thin boy was probably only thirteen or fourteen years old. He sat on the ground with his head in his hands, punching and kicking himself, and moaning in a low voice, but he never asked for mercy.
Seeing this, the young man who was the leader of this group became even more angry and said angrily: "Hit him, keep beating him. I'll see how long he can hold on. If he beats him to death, I'll be responsible for it."
"He is just the son of a groom, so what will happen if he is killed?"
A group of teenagers no longer had any scruples and greeted the thin boy with all their strength. The horse-faced boy in the lead stepped on the thin boy's face and said arrogantly: "Ye Fan, you just need to kneel down and beg me for mercy. Maybe I will be happy."
I might as well let you go."
"Don't even think about it!"
The thin boy Ye Fan's voice was weak, but his attitude was firm. When the horse-faced boy saw Ye Fan's refusal, a stern look flashed across his face, "Beat him, keep beating him, beat him to death."
Ye Fan felt the killing intent emanating from the horse-faced boy, and was unwilling to be slaughtered. He roared and struggled to stand up. "Clang!"
He pulled out the broken sword from behind and held the hilt with both hands. He stared at the horse-faced boy with a fierce look on his face. When the horse-faced boy saw this, he was slightly startled, and then burst into laughter. The others also looked up to the sky and laughed. "Ye Fan
, were you kicked in the head?"
"Scare us with a broken rusty sword?"
"Hahaha, come and stab me, stab here, see if you can pierce my skin."
The horse-faced boy patted his chest and shouted to Ye Fan. Ye Fan looked struggling. "Pa~" The horse-faced boy took a step forward, slapped the broken sword in Ye Fan's hand, and then kicked it in the hand.
On Ye Fan's chest, the latter fell to the ground in pain. "Do you still want to stab me?"
The horse-faced boy spit, picked up the broken sword, walked to Ye Fan, looked at Ye Fan who fell to the ground, and slowly raised the broken sword. "I carry this broken sword on my back every day, then I will help you.
, let you die on the broken sword."
As he spoke, murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and he stabbed hard. Ye Fan closed his eyes in resignation. He was just the son of a groom and a servant of the Song family in Guangyun City. Facing Song Hui and other children of the Song family, he
He was bullied and had no power to fight back. If he died, I'm afraid no one would collect his body. "Uh?!"
The severe pain did not come for a long time. Could it be that Song Hui changed his mind and didn't want to kill him? His heart sank. He didn't have any joy in the rest of his life. According to his understanding of Song Hui, if the other party didn't kill him, he definitely wanted to keep him.
His life was tortured wantonly, making him worse than death. He slowly opened his eyes. The scene he saw made him slightly stunned. His original
My guess was wrong. It wasn't that Song Hui changed his mind, but that someone saved him. The person who rescued him was a young man with an upright posture and sharp eyebrows and starry eyes. The young man grabbed Song Hui's wrist, and the Broken Sword left the mouth of the sword.
His chest was only three inches long. He was just a hair away from death. Ye Fan was frightened for a while. "You want to kill someone at the slightest friction. You are so cruel!"
Xu Chen grabbed Song Hui's hand and said coldly, "Boy, it's none of your business. If you don't want to die, get out of here."
Song Hui struggled hard. After getting no results, he stared at Xu Chen fiercely, "I am a son of the Song family. If you are wise, let go quickly and kneel down to apologize to me. Otherwise, you will die without a burial place."
"Is the Song family very powerful?"
Xu Chen not only did not let go, but instead slightly increased his strength. Song Hui was so painful that he screamed like a wolf, and his face was covered with snot and tears. The broken sword in his hand also clinked and fell to the ground. Seeing this, Xu Chen
Chen shook his head boredly. He didn't bother to kill someone like Song Hui, because killing would dirty his hands! "Get out!"
Song Hui was granted amnesty. He gave Xu Chen a hateful look, and then walked away in despair. Xu Chen looked at the rusty broken sword that fell at his feet and bent down to pick it up.