Heavenly martial arts group

Chapter 100 117: What are you?
On the open sedan chair, Jiang Cheng sat leisurely and pompously in it. Luo Hu, Liu Shi and others followed him on both sides. look.

Almost all of these warriors present are at the inner Qi realm. Very few of them have reached the upper three levels. However, they have all met Jiang Cheng before. Even if they don’t know him, they don’t dare to take it easy just by looking at the grandeur and power. offend.

A few days ago, Jiang Cheng personally killed the second and fourth sons of the Wang family. Killing warriors from the seventh and eighth heavens was like slaughtering chickens and dogs. Many people had seen it and knew how powerful it was.

And not only is Jiang Cheng powerful, but even his subordinates, such as Luo Hu, have gained some limelight and fame in the past few days.

Therefore, as soon as these people saw Jiang Cheng and his group coming, they all voluntarily backed down and opened a way, watching Jiang Cheng and others walk towards the best position of the Corpse Puppet Sect.

However, although these ordinary casual cultivators got out of the way, the best position had already been occupied by others. In addition to the Corpse Puppet Sect and the Xiaoyao Sect, there were also several groups of people, all in small groups with all strengths. Not bad, the worst ones are all those who are at the eighth level of inner energy.

These people are not good people. Seeing Jiang Cheng coming in such a grand manner, some people immediately felt unhappy.

Su Yunfei, the white-faced puppet of the Corpse Puppet Sect, frowned, his words were interrupted by Jiang Cheng's sudden arrival, and seeing that Jiang Cheng was just a martial artist with eight levels of internal energy, he dared to be so arrogant. Somewhat displeased, he flirted with the two people on the side.

The two people on the side were both wearing moon-white robes, one made a staff, and the other carried two swords on his back. They had goatee beards on their chins. They were the two people who were sitting in the tea shop at the foot of the mountain.

These two people obviously have friendship with Su Yunfei. Seeing his wink, the man with the goatee's eyes flickered and hesitated slightly, but the man who made the staff next to him snorted coldly and walked out directly. Xiang Jiangcheng and his party said coldly, "Stop."

After being stopped by this person, the four people carrying the sedan chair couldn't help but stop and look at Jiang Cheng.

Jiang Cheng gave the stick maker a cold look, "What's the matter?"

The man who made the stick said coldly, "This place is already owned, and there is no place to accommodate your Excellency. You must either go back to your home, or stay here, and listen to Brother Su from the Corpse Puppet Sect and Yu Xiaoyao from the Xiaoyao Sect. How will you arrange it later, senior brother?"

As soon as the man who made the staff said this, Su Yunfei and the Xiaoyao Sect members all turned pale. They felt at ease when they were complimented so much.

Jiang Cheng sat on the sedan chair and chuckled softly, "The road is up to the sky. This is the first time I heard that Kunling Peak has an owner. But since the senior brothers from the Corpse Puppet Sect and Xiaoyao Sect have taken the position first, of course I will let someone Location"

As soon as he said this, the casual cultivators who were watching around secretly despised him.

This is enough to admit cowardice, it is really too bullying, isn't it very arrogant a few days ago?

Even Su Yunfei and Yu Ruodan looked slightly surprised, but since Jiang Cheng gave them this face and took the initiative to show his favor, the coldness in their eyes slightly dissipated.

But the next moment, Jiang Cheng flicked his fingers again, and said coldly to the sneering man who made the cane, "The Corpse Puppet Sect and the Xiaoyao Sect have such weight, but what are you? Can you stand on my side?" Speaking in front of you? Luo Hu."

Almost at the moment when Jiang Cheng suddenly changed his face, Luo Hu had already taken action, and no one could see how he acted, but he flicked the five fingers in his sleeves continuously, and the sharp sound of swishing through the air was heard endlessly.

In an instant, dozens of flying needles as thin as ox hair flew out, like life-threatening migratory locusts, and went straight to the man who made the stick.

At the same time, Luo Hu's figure also rushed out, as fast as a ghost, following the hidden weapon to the man making the staff in the blink of an eye.

The man felt bad when he first heard the sound of the hidden weapon breaking through the air. He swung his staff wildly to block it, but the flying needle was so small that it was hard to see in the dark. increase.

Luo Hu's movements are strange and difficult to control, the sunflower needle sword technique is unfolded, a small embroidery needle that is no more than an inch is in his hand, but it is poked or picked or pointed or teased, easily resisting the long stick in the stick man's hand , even seized the slightest chance, and the flying needle popped out of his hand without any warning, and the man who killed the stick maker was repeatedly injured after a few encounters.

An inch long and an inch strong, an inch short an inch dangerous.

The man who made the staff held a long staff to meet the enemy, but before he showed his strength, he was killed by Luo Hu's little embroidery needle.

The battle that erupted in this instant was only a matter of breaths, and the speed of the two of them fighting in the arena was dizzying.

However, the man who made the staff groaned repeatedly and retreated violently. Everyone could see at a glance that the man who made the staff had clearly fallen into the lower category.

The eighth level of inner qi, but being suppressed and beaten by Luo Hu, the seventh level of inner qi, is simply shocking.

Jiang Cheng was still sitting comfortably on the sedan chair, not at all prepared to make a move, but even so, he was the only one of his subordinates to make a move, and he had such a powerful ability, which immediately shocked the hearts of some casual warriors around him.

"enough!"

Seeing that his junior brother had been stabbed with dozens of needles and some joint acupuncture points were sealed, making him in danger, the middle-aged man with a beard gave a low shout and suddenly unsheathed the long sword in his hand.

With a choking sound, the cold light flashed, and an extremely powerful and sharp sword intent enveloped all directions invisibly, and the sharp sword energy broke through the air, turned into six paths, and killed Luo Hu who was still trying to entangle him.

chirp chirp-

The long grass on the ground split into two with a tremor the moment the sharp sword energy passed by.

Luo Hu's complexion changed slightly, he flicked his ten fingers repeatedly, dozens of silver needles flew out, like a goddess scattering flowers, and his figure was even more like a kite, pulled back by an imperceptible silk thread.

beep-

The sound of dense explosions came out, and all the flying needles were split into two the moment the sharp sword energy came into contact.

The sword energy remained unabated, and the speed was astonishingly fast, catching up to Luo Hu.

Some people couldn't help but exclaimed.

A swordsman in the True Qi Realm can kill someone with just one sword strike. No matter how amazing Luo Hu's performance was before, he will not be able to reach the Inner Qi Realm and be killed in front of him.

"Uncle Gu."

Jiang Cheng called out in a calm voice.

bang——

A big tree suddenly broke and shattered, and a golden light suddenly appeared like a divine dragon.

The entire venue was suddenly enveloped by a fierce and domineering aura, and a bright golden light instantly appeared in front of Na Luohu.

Scandium Scandium Scandium——

There was a roar and explosion as heavy as iron.

Six sharp sword qi blasted violently above the golden light, roaring and dissipating in an instant.

Everyone took a closer look and couldn't help but gasp.

Even Su Yunfei and Yu Ruodan were so startled that their hair stood up slightly.

But seeing that the golden light in the field was introverted, it turned out to be a person, a real person, an old man in ragged clothes, disheveled hair, strong and unruly eyes, and a ferocious appearance like a ghost.

"You! You" The middle-aged man with the goatee who drew the sword looked horrified, as if he had seen a ghost.
　Happy Dragon Boat Festival to everyone!I've been really busy lately.

　　
　
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