He is at the fourth level of the Tribulation Realm!
"Who is your Excellency?"
Chu Shanjun asked aloud, but for some reason, despite being fearful, he actually felt faintly excited in his heart.
It's always exciting to meet strong people!
The man was silent.
The man suddenly raised his hand, and green fire surged out. In an instant, the scene here was transformed from the vast snow field into a green bamboo forest!
Lord Chushan was surprised!
Because this snow is his domain!
The other party acted so wantonly in his field!
"Your Excellency, what do you want to do?"
"Thank you!"
The man finally spoke and made a "please come" gesture.
This is a fight!
The blood in the aloof and indifferent Chushan Lord was boiling... completely at this moment!
Are you coming...
The fight of his dreams!
His dream opponent!
"Tai Yi Zheng Lei Jue, the fourth form, Lei Pan!"
A soft drink.
A dark-colored long sword came out in response.
The sword is long and narrow, with dark golden flowing cloud patterns engraved on it. Thunder light shines, and the sky and earth turn into dusk after leaving the body!
Infinite sword energy swept away.
dusk!
An extraordinary divine blade!
But seeing the opposite side, green flames surged into the sky.
Wow——
There was a tsunami sound, and the man was motionless, without a sword in his hand, but there was sword light all around him. The sword light turned into blue waves, and the space was filled with smoke.
Lord Chushan walked away with his sword.
In an instant!
It was just a meeting, but it was enough.
In the bamboo forest, there was no mysterious person, only the Holy Son of the Xieyang Sect!
The bamboo forest disappears.
The site turned into an ordinary forest.
The space was silent, and the wind and clouds stopped flowing.
at this moment!
"Old Chu!"
Yan Fei's voice came over.
He saw Lord Chushan in the forest, with disheveled hair, kneeling on his knees, and the Dusk Sword thrust across the ground.
Yan Fei ran over quickly.
"Okay, so strong!
"That sword power, that sword intention, I'm afraid I won't be able to surpass it even in five hundred years!
"Chu has learned a lesson!"
Lord Chushan was trembling all over and bleeding from the corners of his mouth. He gritted his teeth and murmured.
Yan Fei came to his side and frowned.
"Who did you fight with?"
"Number one on the heavenly list!"
"Who? Real or fake, have you seen what he looks like?!"
"No!"
Lord Chushan shook his head, "But his voice is young and his style is outstanding."
Yan Fei felt even more strange. He scratched his head, full of confusion: "Why did he hit you?"
"He came to thank me!"
"What the hell! I'm going to beat you up for thanking you? Wow, it really ruins your outlook on life!"
"Chu decided to follow him!"
"Are you sick?"
Yan Fei jumped up immediately, his eyes widened and his voice was sharp.
Masochist…
This guy is an absolute masochist!
No matter how obsessed you are with martial arts, don’t be so extreme...
"I have reached the pinnacle, and there are many things in the world that do not interest me, except swordsmanship.
"I keep searching for a strong enough opponent, but I can never meet one.
"To this day! His swordsmanship is very strong, so powerful that... I seem to be unable to surpass him in this life! My intuition tells me that he is number one on the heavenly list!
“Only the ultimate swordsmanship is Chu’s ultimate pursuit!
"Yan Fei, you understand me."
Lord Chushan said.
"Yes, I understand you, but..." Yan Fei frowned.
"I know, you want to say that I am the Holy Son of the Xieyang Sect, but you know that I am not interested in worldly power, and besides, the Xieyang Sect still has you, right? Young Master!"
"I told you not to call me Young Master. I'm just an ordinary inner disciple. Ah, it's so annoying! I just want to be a carefree and romantic person. Why is it so difficult?!"
Yan Feinana said.
Suddenly he lost his temper again.
Lord Chushan was selected as the Holy Son of the Xieyang Sect because of his amazing talent, but Yan Fei was the son of the sect leader Yan Hantian!
Yan Fei calmed down: "You can pursue your swordsmanship, but you must promise me not to leave the Xieyang Sect!"
Lord Chushan nodded!
…
The person who fought against Chushan Lord was none other than Xie Feng!
Because there are some mysteries in his mind that he wants to solve, and he happens to have also practiced the ability to calculate celestial numbers.
He is a fortune teller!
A fortune teller can calculate all the secrets of heaven.
Days to repair!
The number of heavens is ten feet, and an ordinary fortune-teller who has cultivated three or four feet is already outstanding, and those who have cultivated seven feet can calculate all the ways of heaven.
Eight feet above is the avenue of calculation!
Xie Feng has cultivated seven feet in heaven, and he can calculate all the divine ideas!
His questions, such as:
Who broke the news that the Heavenly Sword Holy Land had provoked the Canglong Clan?
Why does the Holy Land of Heavenly Sword take the blame, but make the mistake of going to war directly?
In this bloody land incident, Su Shang deserves the most attention. Who deliberately concealed the news about her?
…
He counted Chushanjun!
It was this person who released the news and let the Canglong clan take the blame!
As for the reason, it's very simple. He pays close attention to the strong people in the Tianbang, and he extremely pursues fighting against the strong ones. When he cherishes heroes, he chooses to help Su Shang solve the problem of Tianjian Holy Land!
"This person is so cute."
Xie Feng laughed.
So he went to find Mr. Chushan to express his gratitude!
Although this matter was completely caused by Chu Shanjun's wishful thinking, at least it shows that this is not an enemy!
When Xie Feng returned to Xuanji Gate, the little girl was still training hard. Finally, one dark and swollen evening, she perfectly performed the skill of swallowing clouds, broke through the whirlpool storm, and came to Zizhu!
Thousands of sword lights pour down.
She reached out and grabbed a bamboo leaf.
After thinking about it, there was a hint of dissatisfaction on her little face. She was tortured by this broken bamboo for so many days and finally only pulled out a bamboo leaf. It was not good.
"Strike you to death!"
"Strike you to death!"
Su Shang reached out angrily and plucked the leaves wildly.
Sudden!
"Little girl, you can't kill me like this."
An old voice said quietly.
"Ghost!"
"I'm not a ghost, I'm a bamboo."
"Oh, Bamboo Spirit."
"No manners! I can be your grandpa's grandpa's grandpa's grandpa's grandpa!"
At this time, Xie Feng entered the field. Su Shang saw that his face was a little serious, and moisture suddenly appeared in his eyes. She said timidly: "I didn't mean it, don't be angry, I, I'm just apologizing..."
"Grandpa, I'm sorry!"
Su Shang stood still in front of Zizhu, lowered his head, stuck out his buttocks, bowed deeply, and remained still, his expression solemn and solemn, his big watery eyes almost shed tears, and he stood up after five seconds.
.
puff!
Zizhu almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.
You are so sensible, kid. Do you want to send me away with this bow?!
"That's all, children's words are unbridled." Zizhuyan said insincerely.
Su Shang stuck out her little tongue and did not dare to say anything. She hid her little body behind Xie Feng.
Hey, it’s better to stop talking. It seems that too many words are wrong...
The world of adults is so difficult!
This purple bamboo was also left behind by Master Xie Feng. It is a ten thousand year old spiritual bamboo that protects Xuanji Mountain.
Its biggest hobby is sleeping. If Xie Feng hadn't made it a sparring partner, and if Su Shang hadn't teased it so much that it couldn't help but complain, it would never have been willing to speak.
