Haoyu Zhenxian

Chapter 618 Who else?Who else! (8.6K is added for old friends of the Silver League!)

"A top-grade spiritual treasure with dual attributes of earth and water."

The moment the innate sword heart affected Pei Yan's spirit sword, Chen Ping immediately sensed various details and characteristics of the sword.

This Pei Yan was born in the old school of swordsmanship, and his background was undoubtedly extremely strong.

The match between the natal spirit sword and one's own skills is something that many sword cultivators dream of.

The more so, the more Chen Ping wanted to destroy the long brown sword.

The innate sword heart jumped unsteadily, pouring out its own sword intent.

He wanted to completely control Pei Yan's natal magic weapon.

"Compared to Jianxin, Pei has never lost to anyone!"

A flash of hostility flashed in Pei Yan's eyes, and a stream of dark spring water erupted from his body.

This spring is like the source of new life, and the gurgling flow seems to have no power.

But at the same time, the long brown sword gradually stopped tearing, as if the baby swallow was returning to its nest.

"The strange spring water Kenshin just gives me a heavy feeling."

Chen Ping remained calm, but secretly frowned.

He boasted before, and it was obvious that he couldn't take it back.

As a fourth-step swordsman, Pei Yan's swordsmanship doesn't seem to be much weaker than him.

Tens of miles away, He Yongming glanced back and forth nervously.

He believed ninety-nine percent of the difference between cloud and mud that the senior brother just said.

But looking at the sword intent between the two, it seems that there is no difference.

"That's right, Fellow Daoist Pei can make Han take the first and second seriously."

As soon as he spoke hard, Chen Ping held his breath, the sword power on his body gathered wildly, and formed a gray inconspicuous giant sword in the air, and Huang Huang pressed down towards Pei Yan.

This is not swordsmanship, it is still the suppression on the heart of the sword.

In the turbulent wind and cloud, the gray sword pressed down and swiped against the brown long sword.

Silently, the dark yellow spring water scattered into countless water droplets, which broke apart.

"Why did his sword heart come into being?"

Pei Yan turned pale with shock, and looked at Hui Jian incredulously.

My spring water sword heart was born naturally after practicing the Zongmen's heavenly grade swordsmanship Jiquan Liujue.

The strength of this sword heart ranks first in the entire Fancang sea area.

But the facts were before his eyes, and his sword heart was crushed by the opponent.

"Hey, can't you think it's wrong?"

Pei Yan's surprise made Chen Ping laugh coldly.

His sword heart was born from the first sword that comprehended the world.

The source of the regular power of the sword spirit root is the innate sword.

Under the whole world, nothing can be suppressed!
At least with Chen Ping's knowledge, he still doesn't know the existence stronger than Xiantian Jianxin.

"Buzz!"

The brown long sword was once again guided by an inexplicable force, intending to betray its master.

Kendo competitions at the same level are affected by many factors.

The strength of the sword technique, the strength of the sword heart, the strength of the sword...

Any one is very important.

Since he had completely lost in Jianxin, Pei Yan didn't force it. Once he recited the mantra, the yellow beads all over the sky condensed again and turned into a spring of Jianxin.

This time, not only his body, but also the natal spirit treasure and the surrounding space were entangled with dark yellow springs.

There is a sword move in Jiquan Liujue, which can temporarily strengthen Jianxin's supernatural power.

Pei Yan, who had already practiced this method to the great perfection, used it with ease, and the brown long sword stopped immediately, and began to reject the guidance of the innate sword heart.

……

"The confrontation between the two fourth-step sword cultivators is rare and wonderful."

Outside the formation, Bai Wencheng, the taciturn Nascent Soul of the Bodhi Mansion, spoke.

"Fellow daoists may recognize the origin of Han Jianxiu's sword heart?"

Fan Xinglun asked questions indifferently to the surroundings.

"Qiu Rong has never seen it in the classics."

Yun Qiurong shook her head and said softly.

The others were silent, apparently unable to recognize their heels.

Fan Xinglun had predicted it in advance.

The information and collection of classics of the Nine Cauldrons Chamber of Commerce is absolutely dominating the Eastern Territory.

Even he has never heard of it, and the fellow Taoists present probably won't know about it either.

"The real body of this gray spirit sword may be a heaven-reaching spirit treasure."

True Monarch Mountain Demon raised his eyebrows, and said in a lukewarm manner.

"Oh?"

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of the Nascent Souls all changed, and they looked at Chen Ping one after another.

If Zhenjun Shanmo guessed it right, then could Yuan Ying with the surname Han possess a sword-like Heaven-reaching Spirit Treasure?

This is a treasure that is enough to make them jealous.

"Junior Brother Han's heavenly grade swordsmanship is extremely powerful, and it's not surprising that he has mastered this sword heart."

Liu Yuze excused Chen Ping.

Afterwards, all the Nascent Souls fell silent with different thoughts.

……

The sword fight in the square continued.

The two Nascent Souls were hundreds of feet apart, and their motionless appearance seemed rather strange to low-ranking monks.

But in fact, the confrontation between Chen Ping and Pei Yan was extremely dangerous, and if one didn't pay attention, the heart of the sword would break and the way of the sword would be greatly damaged.

The sensation caused by Xiantian Jianxin was already expected by Chen Ping.

First of all, swordsmanship is his fundamental method, and sooner or later it will be exposed.

Moreover, it would not be a bad thing if it could attract some Nascent Souls who died for money to covet them.

Every Nascent Soul cultivator is not an unknown person in the Fancang sea area.

It is impossible to take the initiative to rob and kill again and again.

But if others covet his treasures and are forced to fight back, the nature will be different.

"Withdraw!"

Chen Ping shouted loudly, and the innate sword heart compressed into half the size of a palm contained violent energy, and slashed down heavily.

"Zizi"

The two swordsmen who were evenly matched just now competed for judgment.

Pei Yan's Underworld Sword Heart shattered for the second time.

"puff"

Backlashed by the sword intent, Pei Yan spat out a stream of blood, and his robes were stained with blood.

"Fellow Daoist Pei who specializes in swordsmanship, you are nothing more than that!"

A long brown sword that took Pei Yan, Chen Ping said mockingly.

"Senior Pei lost his natal spirit sword?"

"Doesn't this mean that Senior Han's swordsmanship is far from what Senior Pei can match?"

"Senior Pei also directly controlled Senior Wu Nian Zonghe's sword just now, Senior Han seems to hold a grudge."

Off the field, Wanxiu chattered.

"Brother's swordsmanship is superb and has reached an extraordinary level."

He Yongming was excited, and his pupils regained some spirit.

"broken!"

The moment the brown long sword was in his hand, Chen Ping clamped his fingers together and pressed hard.

But what he didn't expect was that the material of this sword was so hard that even his physical strength could not shake it.

"Take my Lingting sword, Pei and you will never give up!"

Wisps of anger danced in Pei Yan's eyes.

He Yongming clearly felt the humiliation he experienced just now.

For any great sword cultivator, the hatred of seizing the sword is like killing his parents.

However, the most important thing right now is to take back the pavilion, after all, half of his magical powers are based on this sword.

"Whoa!"

The Lingting sword is the talisman that Pei Yan practiced day and night. When he was activated by one of them, he immediately broke free from Chen Ping's palm.

In just half a breath, there were large sword marks on his arm.

Chen Ping's heart trembled.

He and Pei Yan's swordsmanship is almost the same, but he just relied on the suppression of the sword heart to forcibly collect the Lingting sword, and he couldn't control it for a long time.

Indeed, if he exposed all his spiritual power, it would be enough to shatter the connection between the two and take away the spirit sword.

It's a pity that this is not a life-and-death struggle encountered in private.

The dozens of Nascent Souls outside the arena all focused their attention on this.

Once the news of the birth of the treasure spirit method is leaked, it will be much more serious than a heaven-reaching spiritual treasure.

No matter Nascent Soul Great Cultivator, even Huashen Lingzun would covet him very much.

Li Wei is one thing, but Chen Ping is absolutely unwilling to expose all his trump cards in full view.

Seeing that the Yingting sword would not be destroyed for a while, Chen Ping pursed his lips sadly, and hundreds of drops of blood burned and converged on the index finger of his right hand.

Then, the Lingting sword roared like a dragon's chant, and flew back towards Pei Yan.

"Boom!"

With a strong pressure from his elbow, relying on his physical strength, Chen Ping punched the Lingting sword into his crotch abruptly.

Afterwards, Long Ying stepped in the air to chase after him, and his index finger, which was full of essence and blood, suddenly drew a few strokes on the hilt of the Yingting sword.

"Han's handwriting is too ugly, please forgive me, Fellow Daoist Pei."

Chen Ping smiled with his hands behind his back, and said in a strange tone.

Behind him, his index finger trembled in excruciating pain.

The material of the Ling Ting sword was too hard, and he spent a lot of money in order to destroy humanity.

"Whoosh!"

When the Ling Ting sword returned to Pei Yan's hand, he subconsciously glanced down.

The next moment, the man's face twitched wildly, filled with anger.

On the hilt of the Yingting sword, there were four crooked ancient scripts on cultivation.

"The sword under the crotch!"

The dazzling large characters seemed to be pierced into the body with a sharp knife, even with Pei Yan Yuanying's state of mind, his seven orifices were filled with smoke.

"Friend Daoist Han's methods are a bit despicable."

After sweeping his consciousness, Fan Xinglun made a rather speechless comment.

On the other hand, Yun Qiurong smiled, and there was a trace of strangeness in his iceberg-like expression.

The other Nascent Souls frowned even more.

Fighting in an upright manner, and dealing with these indiscriminate methods, he really regarded himself as an evil cultivator who did all kinds of evil.

"Junior Brother Han did a great job!"

Liu Yuze was in high spirits, grinning.

Junior brother He was almost ruined by Pei Yan, and he gritted his teeth in hatred for this person.

Although Junior Brother Han's method of revenge was a bit petty, it was very much to his liking.

However, he was also faintly worried.

Wu Nianzong had just declared war with Fierce Yadong, and now they offended a sword cultivator sect in the outer sea. Why do you feel that something is wrong?

"Is the rough language spoken by the rude people, is Fellow Daoist Pei still satisfied?"

After humiliating Pei Yan severely, Chen Ping pointed without saying a word, and all kinds of free sword energy around him rushed forward.

Just now, it was just a psychological pressure, and did not cause substantial injuries to Pei Yan.

And how to destroy an arrogant and arrogant swordsman, he has a lot of experience.

After a short period of rage, Pei Yan had recovered his calm, his cold eyes turned, and the Lingting sword shot out.

"Buzz!"

A brown sword shadow covered it, and it rushed straight to kill with sword energy.

Chen Ping's sword energy was transformed from a foreign object, without the blessing of a magic weapon, he was naturally no match for the Yingting Sword.

In two or three strokes, the Lingting Sword gained the absolute upper hand, and wiped out the sword energy with a sweeping momentum.

"Wu Nianzong Han Shu, use your natal sword!"

Seeing Chen Ping condense his sword energy to fight with his bare hands, Pei Yan seemed to have suffered even greater humiliation, the radiance of the Ying Ting sword surged again, and it was aimed at the arrogant figure with a slash.

"No way, no way."

Waving his hand humorously, Chen Ping opened his mouth and spit out, a delicate flower bone whirled out of thin air.

Then, a vortex of green thunder flew into the air, and it bloomed twice with "bang" and "bang".

One red and the other blue and purple, two huge swords with a length of hundreds of feet were condensed in the air.

Under Chen Ping's thoughts, Lei Jian and Huo Jian moved to the left and right, and at the same time aimed at the Yingting sword to pinch away.

The combination of the sword power and the technique of the heaven and earth as the sword realm immediately wiped out the shadows of the heavy swords around Ying Tingjian.

"This person's thunder and fire techniques are powerful."

Pei Yan's face darkened, and the formula popped out.

The confetti sword shadows near the Ling Ting sword immediately screamed in unison, and also formed two comparable giant swords in mid-air.

One handle is gray and the other is blue, respectively flowing with powerful earth and water attributes.

Jiquan is divided into swordsmanship, the third form of Jiquan Liujue.

This move combines the magic power of the monk itself, and the defense is amazing.

Sure enough, Chen Ping's Thunder and Fire Swords slowly rotated and collided with Fenjian.

"呲呲"

The sharp sound of the needle point against the wheat awn is endless.

As we all know, the earth attribute focuses on defense, and the water attribute also has the ability of protection that cannot be underestimated.

Therefore, the Green Tribulation Immortal Thunder and the Unquenchable Ancient Flame didn't take any advantage at all. Instead, they exploded one after another, and the light rose and shrank and disappeared without a trace.

The downside of the scene immediately made the juniors of the Wu Nianzong fearful.

Especially Master Meng who obeyed the order to bring the whole family to watch the battle.

If Patriarch Han loses, will he be blamed?

However, all the Nascent Souls watched indifferently.

So far, Chen Ping has not used a magic weapon.

Who wins and who loses is still a matter of two opinions.

As for the calmest ones, Liu Yuze and Wu Chuhan were the two.

The Wunian Luosheng Sword, the most inherited treasure, has not yet appeared, and Junior Brother Han's strength has only been exerted by [-] to [-]%.

……

"This can't go on."

Chen Ping regretted that many magic spirit swords were destroyed by the Lingting sword.

It is true that he wanted to set an example for his junior, but he overestimated his own swordsmanship.

"Junior Brother He, please remember that in high-level fighting techniques, one must be able to adapt to changing situations, no matter how good one's words are, it's useless."

As soon as Chen Ping drank He Yongming's sound transmission, he was about to draw out Luo Shengjian.

Coincidentally, after Pei Yan broke up the attack, he brought up the old story again: "It's really a pity that Pei fights swords with a swordless sword repairer."

If it was a life-and-death fight, he wished that the other party would be slaughtered without using the spirit sword.

But under Wanxiu's attention, if he can't defeat Quansheng's enemy in an upright manner, his sword heart may be depressed for a while.

Sleepy sent a pillow this is!

Hearing this, Chen Ping was overjoyed, but said calmly on his face: "Very good, just as Fellow Daoist Pei wants!"

As he spoke, he slapped his dantian without thinking, "Boom", a dark green light and shadow flew out instantly.

The light and shadow circled flexibly, and in the blink of an eye, clusters of hideous sword lights gathered in all directions.

Almost covered the entire array space!
"Buzz!"

After the dark green light and shadow appeared, Ying Tingjian seemed to have encountered an enemy of fate, his aura suddenly plummeted, and the sword aura that was released couldn't help shrinking a large circle.

"Extreme Sword Spirit Treasure?"

Pei Yan's eyes narrowed, covered with a cautious look.

Such a situation with the Ling Ting Sword was clearly suppressed by the power of the opponent's spirit sword.

Soon, his spiritual sense sensed that this dark green sword was a rare treasure stronger than the top-grade spirit treasure.

Pei Yan, who threw a stone at his own foot, felt distressed, and said stiffly: "Since it's a sword fight, I hope fellow Taoists don't use other supernatural powers."

The lineage of Wu Nian Sect is longer than his sect.

He was afraid that if this person didn't talk about martial ethics, he would use some difficult methods to deal with him.

"Junior Brother, next you must concentrate on understanding the way of the sword!"

Nodding his head noncommittally, Chen Ping gave He Yongming an order, and immediately slapped Luo Shengjian and charged down.

In an instant, the surrounding dark green sword energy rolled violently, and the destructive momentum surged up in waves, covering Pei Yan and Yingting sword.

"Nine Heavens Waterfall!"

With a low cry, Pei Yan did not dare to neglect a sword technique.

He knew very well that in terms of the quality of the magic weapon alone, the Lingting Sword was by no means a close match for the opponent's Spirit Sword.

Suddenly, when the formula fell, a fifteen-foot-wide space crack opened above.

The earth and water spiritual energy in the square city kept pouring into the square and was absorbed by the cracks.

"crash"

Then, a yellow and blue waterfall poured from the crack.

What's frightening is that this waterfall has no tendency to flow, and the surrounding body is actually densely packed with static small swords.

But the roar of hitting rocks and hitting mountains suddenly rang in Chen Ping's ears, frightening his mind.

"This sword technique also carries a certain spirit attack!"

Relying on the strength of his soul, Chen Ping completely ignored the negative effects of swordsmanship, and against the overwhelming howl of swords, Luo Shengjian twirled in the palm of his hand.

Sixteen identical sword bodies rushed out, swept away like a fairy tail, and faced the sword waterfall head-on in the air.

For a moment, two very different scenes were divided in the area of ​​the square.

Luo Sheng sword energy pines and cypresses grow tough, thousands of nights soaring to the clouds!
The sword in the pavilion is bright but not shining, and the still water runs deep.

Just when the two clouds of swords were equally divided, Luo Shengjian was a trickle of illusion, and the sixteenth swords merged into one in an instant, gathered in one place and stabbed fiercely at the center of the sword waterfall.

"Boom!"

Under the huge gap between the Lingbao, the sword waterfall collapsed suddenly, and the Yingting sword let out a wail of its own accord, and a black seam half a finger wide appeared on the body.

Pei Yan immediately turned pale, and spit out a mouthful of blood on the sword.

"Zizi"

At the same time, the power of the Lingting sword increased by [-]%, and after touching Luo Shengjian, it barely returned to its original position without losing the wind.

"Mr. Han's ordinary sword, you have to be blessed with blood essence to barely deal with it. Your kendo accomplishments are too disappointing for me, and you are not worthy of fighting swords with me!"

Standing firmly in the sky, Chen Ping sighed quietly, shaking his head.

These words were the heartbreaking words of Chu Qingling who ridiculed him for his weak sword skills when he and Chu Qingling were fighting swords in Kongming Island.

Even with the thickness of his face, he was deeply humiliated.

Presumably Pei Yan would feel even more heartbroken.

"you!"

Pei Yan was furious, and the grief and indignation suppressed in his heart could not be controlled.

The Nascent Soul cultivator used a lot of mind-attacking techniques, which is no longer indiscriminate, but indecent.

But for the sword cultivator, maintaining his state of mind is extremely important, and it is difficult to get out after Pei Yan has entered the game.

"The Luo Shengjian, the most precious treasure inherited from the Wu Nian Sect, is indeed majestic."

On the chair hanging in the air, Fan Xinglun turned his head and said to Liu Yuze: "I remember that hundreds of years ago, the Jiuding Chamber of Commerce wanted to exchange two top-grade spirit treasures for this sword, but was resolutely rejected by several fellow Taoists of the noble sect."

"This Fellow Daoist Han has only joined your sect for dozens of years, yet you are so relieved to entrust the important treasure of the sect to him?"

The Jiuding Chamber of Commerce also has a sword cultivator in the mid-Yuanying period.

After changing Luo Shengjian to no avail, he retreated to refining a top-grade spirit treasure.

"Liu is very relieved of the character of the younger brother."

Liu Yuze avoided the topic of changing swords back then, and said with a smile.

He admitted that giving Luo Shengjian to Chen Ping was a gamble.

If the junior brother sneaked away from the sect, he, Liu Yuze, would be a sinner of the sect.

But to win over a Nascent Soul cultivator with unlimited potential is to treat each other with sincerity.

At present, Junior Brother Han is completely worthy of his trust.

"After he mastered Luo Shengjian, I probably won't be his opponent anymore."

Yun Qiurong pursed her red lips, thinking secretly.

At this moment, the two major sword cultivators in the square formation had once again stuck together.

"Fellow Daoist Pei, please accept the move!"

While Chen Ping moved with the wind, Luo Shengjian slashed through the air.

A brilliant arc of swords and a black dragon flicking its head and tail struck down.

"This is the heavenly grade swordsmanship that Han spent [-] years creating himself. He is a true human swordsman genius, beyond your imagination!"

Chen Ping roared indifferently, and the sword one and sword two moves were slowly pressed down.

At the same time, Luo Shengjian violently fluctuated throughout his life, and circles of transparent vortex ripples emanated out.

"Zizi"

This sound wave contained indescribable power, which shook the surrounding space with a loud bang.

The spell Kongyin Jianxiao that comes with Luo Shengjian.

Exercising the three swordsmanship together is already the limit of Chen Ping's current swordsmanship.

Even with the power of his divine sense, it is extremely difficult to control.

He didn't want to entangle Pei Yan any more, and the momentum of thunder was suppressed one after another.

Pei Yan's body froze and his face changed wildly.

His escape technique was actually restricted.

What's more, the clanging and howling of swords all over the sky interrupted his incantation over and over again, like the sound of urging death.

At the expense of his essence and blood, Pei Yan managed to communicate with the Yingting Sword.

The sword rotated outside the body, and immediately transformed into a yellow-blue sword shield, covering the body.

"boom!"

The next moment, the attack of sword one sword and two styles came together.

Jian Yi's magic attribute is biased towards body immobilization, and its power is not frightening.

Therefore, it was easily resisted by the yellow and blue sword and shield.

But the attack of the second sword style is obviously several times higher.

No matter how much mana Pei Yan injected, there were still "creaking" and "creaking" cracks, and then shattered and annihilated with flying ash.

"Friend Pei Daoyou, your sword heart has no spirituality! Jian Wuling has no intention!"

"Wrong, your sword moves are all defensive, but you have fallen behind."

Chen Ping smiled grimly, and returned Pei Yan's harsh words to his junior.

"Brother..."

He Yongming choked up in disappointment, filled with emotion.

"He's going to kill me?"

Seeing Luo Shengjian shoot straight at his dantian, Pei Yan was startled, and quickly opened his mouth to spray out a white porcelain cup.

The size of the white cup soared hundreds of times after one turn, and Pei Yan was protected under it.

A sword slashed and fell, but Chen Ping was forced back dozens of miles by the force of the counter-shock.

This white porcelain cup is actually a precious top-grade defensive spirit treasure.

"Your surname is Pei, you don't talk about martial ethics, and you don't talk about martial arts, what other magical powers do you use for sword fighting!"

Chen Ping was so angry that he grabbed it with his backhand, and the Duankong Tower soared into the air, pressing down.

……

"Senior Han is too strong. He is also in the early stage of Nascent Soul, and he has no power to fight back under his hands."

"That is, how can my ancestor of the Wunian Sect be compared with ordinary people of the same rank?"

The scene of Chen Ping suppressing Pei Yan's attack made Wan Xiu feel a lot of emotion.

Especially the disciples of the Wunian sect were even more excited.

In the cultivation world, only strength is the capital that can overwhelm everything.

After this battle, Chen Ping's prestige in No Nian Sect skyrocketed, second only to Liu Yuze, the first cultivator.

"Qiu Rong, after you go back, you will add the information of Fellow Daoist Han to the Nascent Soul Ranking, and the ranking will be set at 85, six places ahead of Pei Yan."

Fan Xinglun ordered casually.

Casual cultivator Yu Haoying and Zhu Zhenjun from Yusha Palace looked at each other with ugly expressions.

The Fancang Nascent Soul List is jointly announced by several top chambers of commerce in the entire sea area, sharing information with each other, which is extremely authoritative.

Being recognized by Fan Xinglun shows that Chen Ping's supernatural power has been greatly recognized.

Yu and Zhu felt like retreating, they are still not within a hundred, how can they compete with Chen Ping again.

Judging from the scene, Pei Yan could only consume Chen Ping's mana at most, and could not hurt this person at all.

Especially Zhu Zhenjun, fear emerged in his heart.

The gap between Yusha Temple and Wu Nianzong is well known.

In case Chen Ping was seriously injured here, he would miss the Ji Zhou Treasure Domain.

"Elder Fan, don't forget that Fellow Daoist Han is still a top puppet master, even hiding his natal puppet."

Yun Qiurong's words made Yu and Zhu's expressions change again.

Chen Ping once seized a lot of resources on Wunian Island by means of puppetry, which obviously couldn't be hidden from the eyes and ears of the Jiuding Chamber of Commerce.

"Then it will be eighty."

Fan Xinglun said lightly.

"Hehe, thank you for your recognition."

Liu Yuze cupped his hands in thanks.

Since him, it is a blessing that the Zongmen has another person who is on the Nascent Soul List.

Of course, he is well aware of the strength of his junior brother.

If you asked him to come to the row, it wouldn't be too much to squeeze into the top fifty.

"Fellow Daoist Han's potential is really good, but I would like to congratulate you on Wu Nianzong."

Fan Xinglun said with a smile, his heart skipped a beat, and he glanced at the sky on the right side quietly.

"The aura of the fifth-level concealment formation, could it be that fellow Taoist from the Phaseless Formation Sect?"

Seeing that the other party did not intend to show his face, Fan Xinglun was inconvenient to expose it.

The opening of the Extreme Day Treasure Domain is imminent, and even the Royal Court of the Sea Clan has contacted the Jiuding Chamber of Commerce, let alone the leader of the human race, the Wuxiangzhengzong.

It's just that today is different from the past. Once Elder Qin refines that thing, he is as strong as Zhenzong, and he will no longer be able to point fingers and bully him at the Jiuding Chamber of Commerce.

……

While all the cultivators were discussing, it was already dark in the big formation, and the sword energy was everywhere.

Whenever Pei Yan used a supernatural power other than swordsmanship, Chen Ping immediately showed color.

In just a few breaths, Pei Yan was covered with scars and lost a thousand drops of essence and blood.

Although the top-grade defensive spirit treasure is strong enough, monks in the early stage of Nascent Soul usually use up their magic power twice.

After Luo Shengjian broke Pei Yan's sword shield, Chen Ping smiled coldly, and rushed forward with all the sword energy in the sky.

"hiss!"

Flesh rolled, Pei Yan's face, hands, and abdomen were bleeding profusely, and the sword marks were dense.

"You hurt my senior sister thirteen times, and I will pay you back ten times now!"

Counting one by one seriously, Chen Ping burst out with a mouthful of spiritual power and shouted, shooting out a sword energy that penetrated Pei Yan's lower body.

"what!"

Pei Yan kept screaming, but he tried his best to dodge but it was useless.

"130!"

Then, Luo Sheng's sword rested on Pei Yan's neck, drawing the last hideous wound with deep bone visible.

"Senior brother..."

Wu Chuhan's beautiful eyes brightened outside the arena, and an inexplicable emotion flashed in his heart.

Chen Ping's status in the sect is getting higher and higher, which will undoubtedly reduce her interests.

The original sourness and dissatisfaction are now all disintegrated.

……

"Ancestor Han has great supernatural powers and boundless mana!"

Under Chen Ping's thought order, Peak Master Meng immediately signaled to the people in the three spirit ships.

Immediately, overwhelming cheers and boasting resounded in the spirit ship.

The roars of beasts, birdsong and insects echoed over half of Wunian Island.

The monks below were also infected, shouting in praise and worship.

At the same time, every monk felt a chill in his heart.

In the battle between the two major sword cultivators, apart from displaying his powerful supernatural powers, Patriarch Han has gained more popularity in one aspect.

Jairus must be reported!

The mind is smaller than a grain of rice!
Even a few Nascent Soul cultivators were shocked, and secretly warned themselves not to provoke this person as much as possible in the future.

……

"Admit defeat!"

Chen Ping gave a drink indifferently, and Luo Shengjian advanced half an inch.

"Enough, Fellow Daoist Pei has been defeated."

Before the ashen-faced Pei Yan could answer, Fan Xinglun flew down and sternly stopped him.

A Nascent Soul cultivator from Pei Yan's sect had a close relationship with him.

Of course, you can't just watch Chen Ping ruin a fourth-step sword repair.

"Junior Brother Han, it's almost over."

Liu Yuze hurriedly sent a voice transmission.

"Han welcomes the sword cultivators of the noble sect to come and learn from each other at any time."

Chen Ping snorted coldly, kicked Pei Yan in the chest, and kicked him directly out of the formation channel.

No consideration was given to the sect forces behind this person.

First of all, he has never been a good man and a believer.

In the past, the low profile was just a trade-off due to the lack of supernatural power.

Now he bullies a Nascent Soul early stage, there is nothing to discuss.

Furthermore, he considered the future.

After Ji Zhou Baoyu and his party, he may leave Wunianzong for a long time.

For the Zongmen, it is a huge and effective protection to leave an impression on the powerful enemies who are looking around.

Whoever dares to provoke Wu Nianzong will have trouble with the ruthless Han Zhenjun!

In this way, as long as he does not fall, the possibility of the sect being safe and sound will be much greater.

"Junior brother, you go out first."

Turning around, Chen Ping said unquestionably.

He Yongming nodded and flew away from the square without hesitation.

For a moment, there was only one purple-robed figure standing with his hands behind his back in the formation.

"Who else?"

Chen Ping opened his mouth lightly, and his mana expanded the words to the limit, echoing out loudly.

At the same time, a black shadow fell from the cuff, and a fifth-order seahorse puppet appeared proudly!
Then, Chen Ping moved another half step, pointed at Yu Haoying and Zhu Zhenjun who were outside the formation, and repeated in a low voice:

"Who else!"

"Ow!"

White lightning densely covered the sky, and the silver badger puppet, with four hooves, howled wildly.

For a moment, the whole city was silent, as quiet as death.

Zhengjiao Yu Haoying and Zhu Zhenjun's eyelids twitched wildly, how dare they step forward to fight.

That seahorse puppet was fine, but the badger demon was a step above them.

Coupled with Chen Ping's own supernatural powers in swordsmanship, even if the two of them play together, it will not help, and they won't last long.

Pei Yan, who was seriously injured, showed despair.

It turned out that the opponent he thought he could catch up with was actually hiding the puppet master's tricks!
Fang Cai didn't treat him as a strong enemy at all.

"The silver badger domesticated by Madman Dai really fell into his hands, and has been forged into a fifth-order middle-grade puppet!"

Yun Qiurong paused for breath and murmured.

Bai Wencheng and Fan Xinglun were the strongest. Although they didn't put the two puppets in their eyes, they still frowned in unison.

The strength that Chen Ping showed was already able to compete with Nascent Soul Middle Stage.

This kind of Nascent Soul cultivator of a lower level is very rare in the Fancang sea area.

"Qiu Rong, raise his ranking by another ten places."

Fan Xinglun sent a voice transmission again.

"it is good!"

Yun Qiurong nodded numbly.

"Why don't you two go together!"

Seeing that no one answered, Chen Ping said calmly.

It is too boring and meaningless not to hurt people's lives, and not to fight for treasures.

He has absolutely no interest in fighting two more games.

The two big five-level puppets were released to make the two Nascent Souls behind them quit!

"Fellow Daoist Han has superb supernatural powers, the concubine has lost."

Yu Haoying cupped her hands and said with a wry smile.

"Zhu also automatically admit defeat."

Afterwards, Zhu Zhenjun said with an ugly expression.

The Mindless Sect has risen!

If he wants to save his life, the only way to go is to seek refuge in the evil tooth hole.

Feeling apprehensive, he looked towards his ally Mountain Demon Lord.

And the other side also looked shocked.

"Could it be that when the mindless cultivators killed Fellow Daoist Dai that day, this person made great efforts? No, I have to report the news to Cave Master Kan as soon as possible."

True Monarch Mountain Demon pondered secretly as his mind turned.

……

"Since the two admit defeat without fighting, the Baoyu quota belongs to this sect!"

Chen Ping smiled, and rose into the air with Wu Nian Luo Shengjian.

Immediately, Wanxiu's sighs and enthusiastic discussions came from the market.

In the early stage of a Nascent Soul, the shocking two peers dared not join forces to play together. The shock to them was simply indescribable!

The monks of the No Nian Sect cheered and raised Patriarch Han up a few more steps.

With an ancestor who protects his shortcomings, why is the sect afraid of other forces that are staring at them like a tiger?

"After he conceived a baby, he unexpectedly flourished in the open sea again."

From a hidden space high above Fangshi, a pleasant female voice came out, and there was a hint of smile and complexity in the words.

　Thank you, Lord Dragon, for Curdy's 5000 points reward!Thanks to Shirley for the 4000 dots, and thanks to the 1500 dots tipped by Han Paopao!

　
(End of this chapter)