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 be exposed so early, but in order to defeat Xu Chen, he couldn't care less.
Seeing Xiao Geng using the Thunder Punishment Blade, Xu Chen sensed a hint of danger and 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 the latter was afraid and did not dare to confront him head-on, so he laughed proudly.
Thunder surged and the sword fell like lightning.
Xu Chen's speed finally slowed down a step and was enveloped by thunder.
"boom!"
A loud sound resounded.
The brick-and-stone arena cracked with cracks like spider webs.
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."
"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 has no one to blame."
Everyone looked at the arena shrouded in smoke and dust, whispering and discussing.
"call out!"
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 actually Xu Chen.
And it was unscathed.
"How can it be?"
He exclaimed in his heart.
Unable to accept the scene before me.
Xu Chenfei rushed in front of Xiao Geng, and a punch that he had prepared for a long time flew out like lightning with the momentum.
Xiao Geng hurriedly held the knife in front of his chest.
"clang!"
Xiao Geng was so shocked that his arms went numb and he retreated uncontrollably.
"clang!"
Xu Chen stepped forward and punched out again.
Xiao Geng resisted with all his strength.
"Clang clang clang!!"
Xu Chen waved his fists, punching one after another, constantly hitting the blade.
Xiao Geng could barely resist at first, but later on, his arms were shocked and he lost consciousness. Finally, with another loud noise, the sword flew away from his hand.
Xu Chen's spiritual power surged up on his right leg, and with a hiss, a whip kicked him hard on Xiao Geng's waist.
"Bang!"
With a muffled sound, a cloud of blood mist exploded from Xiao Geng's waist, and he screamed and flew backwards uncontrollably.
Amid everyone's exclamations, Xiao Geng flew out of the ring and landed hard on the ground.
"Wow~"
Everyone was in an uproar.
They looked at this scene in shock.
I couldn't react for a while.
On this day, Xu Chen's name will eventually be remembered by everyone.
Those present will not forget that this boy, 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, everyone in the audience recovered from the shock.
"Hiss~ 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?"
"Does he really only have the fourth level of Qi Condensation Realm? Is he hiding his cultivation level?"
"It's possible, otherwise it won'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 senior officials and accepted as a disciple..."
Countless disciples were talking in disbelief.
"Impossible, how could Xiao Geng lose?"
Su Yue also had a look of disbelief.
"waste!"
Seeing Xu Chen becoming the center of attention, he became angrier and cursed in a low voice.
I don’t know whether he was scolding Xu Chen or Xiao Geng.
Amidst the lively discussion, Xu Chen walked off the stage, striding out of Fengyun Gorge without even looking at Xiao Geng who had passed out under the stage.
…
Inner door.
In Xu Chen's courtyard.
He sent the visitor away with a fake smile on his face.
After the courtyard door was slammed shut by him, a trace of exhaustion appeared on his face.
Three days have passed since Xiao Geng was defeated.
After he defeated Xiao Geng and his reputation spread, people started to visit him one after another.
These people have different purposes. Some want to make friends with him, a rising star in the inner sect, some want to win him over for their respective families, and some want to challenge him and become famous in the inner sect.
For those who want to challenge him and step on his way to power, he can treat them coldly, but Xu Chen cannot turn away those who bring gifts and show goodwill.
After all, why don’t you reach out and hit the smiling person?
This way.
These three days.
He is almost always dealing with all kinds of people and doesn't even have time to practice.
"This 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 clan 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, a medium-sized city three hundred miles to the west.
The city has a population of over one million.
Xu Chen walked on the crowded street, looking left and right.
"Sir, I have a thousand-year-old spiritual ginseng and a medium-grade spiritual weapon here. Would you like to take a look? The price is favorable and I guarantee your satisfaction."
An old man with gray hair on the roadside saw Xu Chen's extraordinary bearing and recommended his products.
Xu Chen heard the sound and looked towards the old man's stall.
Just one glance.
He shook his head slightly.
The thousand-year-old ginseng mentioned by the old man is just an ordinary medicinal plant that exudes some spiritual power.
As for the middle-grade spiritual weapon, it is even more improbable.
Withdrawing his gaze, Xu Chen walked away.
Restaurants, drug stores, teahouses...
He visited them one by one.
It's getting dark.
Xu Chen was going to find an inn to stay at.
But when passing by an alley, I suddenly heard a painful groan coming from inside, as well as the dull sound of fists hitting my body.
Xu Chen hesitated for a moment and entered the alley.
"Ye Fan, you are the son of a groom and a lowly bastard. I have warned you before to let you know your identity and not get close to Song Ya. 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 young man wearing sackcloth.
The thin young man was probably only thirteen or fourteen years old. He sat on the ground with his head in his hands, fisting and kicking, and groaned, 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 bear 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 vigorously.
The leader of the horse-faced boy stepped on the face of the thin boy and said arrogantly: "Ye Fan, as long as you kneel down to me and beg for mercy, maybe I will let you go when I am happy."
"Don't even think about it!"
Ye Fan, a thin boy, has a weak voice but a firm attitude.
When the horse-faced boy saw Mark's refusal, a fierce 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 drew the broken sword from his back.
Both hands hold the hilt of the sword.
Staring at the horse-faced boy with a fierce expression.
When the horse-faced boy saw this, he was slightly startled, and then burst into laughter.
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 stepped forward, slapped the broken sword out of Ye Fan's hand, and then kicked Ye Fan in the 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.
"If you carry this broken sword on your back every day, then I will help you and let you die on the broken sword."
As he spoke, murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and he stabbed downwards.
Ye Fan resignedly closed his eyes.
He was just the son of a groom and a servant of the Song family in Guangyun City. He had no power to fight back when faced with the bullying from Song Hui and other members of the Song family.
If he dies, I'm afraid no one will collect his body.
"Forehead?!"
The severe pain never came.
Could it be that Song Hui changed his mind and no longer wanted to kill him?
His heart sank.
There is no joy in surviving the disaster.
According to his understanding of Song Hui, the other party definitely wanted to keep his life and torture him wantonly if he didn't kill him.
Let his life be worse than death.
He slowly opened his eyes.
The scene he saw made him slightly stunned.
His original 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.
The posture is upright.
Sword eyebrows and starry eyes.
The young man grabbed Song Hui's wrist.
The edge of the broken sword was only three inches away from his chest.
He just missed death.
Ye Fan was scared for a while.
"You want to kill someone after a little friction. Your heart is so cruel!"
Xu Chen grabbed Song Hui's hand and spoke coldly.
"Boy, it's none of your business. If you don't want to die, get out of here."
Song Hui struggled hard.
After no results.
He stared at Xu Chen fiercely, "I am a son of the Song family. If you are wise, let go immediately and kneel down to apologize to me. Otherwise, you will die without a burial place."
"Is the Song family very powerful?"
Not only did Xu Chen not let go, but he slightly increased his strength.
Song Hui screamed in pain, and his face was covered with mucus and tears.
The broken sword in his hand also clanged and fell to the ground.
See the situation.
Xu Chen shook his head boredly.
He didn't bother to kill someone like Song Hui, because killing would dirty his hands!
"roll!"
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 to pick it up.