Family Cultivation: I can upgrade my magic weapon

Three lava floating islands were suspended in the air, each emitting an attraction that attracted visitors to step on.

"Only three..."

Wang Xian looked cold and arrogant. When he glanced at Zhao Yan, he saw that the other party was from Yaowang Mountain, so he instinctively did not target him.

On the side of Taoist Hongri, he had heard of this person's name. This old-fashioned Purple Mansion cultivator was not easy to deal with, so Wang Xian ignored him.

Finally, he simply locked on the young Chen Qingyun, who was younger than himself, and said coldly: "You, get down!"

Just four simple words, provocation, contempt are clearly revealed, with a strong commanding tone, as if he was casually commanding a servant.

Originally, Chen Qingyun, who was just waiting and did not make enemies casually, did not avoid his eyes after hearing Wang Xian's scolding, and coldly confronted Wang Xian.

"This person is also at the peak of the Purple Mansion, but he is just a show-off with elixirs and spiritual objects."

"What a fool, why did he have to provoke Chen Qingyun, the God of Killing? He is really short-sighted."

The Taoist Hongri looked like he was watching a play, mocking Wang Xian in his heart that he would hit a wall this time and bury himself here.

With the support of his father in the Golden Core Stage, Wang Xian is used to being arrogant and conceited.

He will make enemies everywhere and offend his fellow disciples, that's for sure.

This time, if he didn't receive his father's instructions and teach him to keep a low profile in this retreat, that would be impossible.

But Wang Xian's eyes were about to be raised to the sky, and he looked down on people with his nose. How could he change in a short time?

He knew very little about Chen Qingyun.

So now, compared with the few people present, he simply ignored him and didn't pay attention to him, thinking that he could not pose a threat.

Just think about avoiding Nangong Wuwang, Daoist Qian, Ji Ziyun, Han Wu, and Zhou Zhiheng.

The rest of the people are just some clowns, not worth mentioning, and why should they be paid special attention to.

For a moment, the atmosphere on the scene became tense, because Wang Xian's domineering behavior seemed full of gunpowder.

"Are you deaf? I told you to get off!"

Seeing that Chen Qingyun was unmoved and looked at him with cold eyes, Wang Xian felt that his face was ashamed and lost face.

"You are really looking for death!"

This time, he didn't say much, and directly sacrificed a flying sword and slashed at Chen Qingyun.

"Stupid, why do you provoke him when you can provoke anyone else."

At the moment when the flying sword was slashed, Zhong Yingxing also showed a look of watching the show, secretly cursing Wang Xian for being stupid, and he was probably going to die without a burial place.

Clang!

With a golden light rising from Chen Qingyun's body and a metallic explosion, Wang Xian's flying sword was knocked away and turned into scrap iron and flew away.

Before Wang Xian could exclaim and recall the flying sword, a golden flying sword, with its remaining power, slashed directly at Wang Xian with a murderous aura.

After all, he was a descendant of the Jindan, and Wang Xian had many treasures on him, including three protective magic weapons.

"What! You..."

Facing the sudden sword, Wang Xian did not expect it at all, and he screamed in fear.

At the critical moment, his platinum robe automatically unfolded a defense, condensing a layer of solid defensive shield armor, which blocked the golden flying sword without any danger.

Swish.

The golden flying sword rose more than ten meters like a scallion pulled out of a dry land, pulling away from Wang Xian, emitting a brilliant golden light in the air, which was particularly dazzling.

Not far away, the Pang brothers of Xingzong saw the golden flying sword, and their pupils shrank. They subconsciously whispered: "Heavenly Thunder Sword!"

Hongri Taoist and Zhong Yingxing witnessed Chen Qingyun's attack for the first time. They were just about to use Wang Xian as a whetstone to see Chen Qingyun's strength.

At this time, Wang Xian showed anger, recalled the flying sword in a panic, and scolded Chen Qingyun.

"Asshole, do you know who I am? You dare to attack me. You are really bold!"

Chen Qingyun's eyes were cold, and he urged the Heavenly Thunder Sword to burst out with power again, and said word by word: "You can shut up."

Before the voice fell, the Heavenly Thunder Sword fell from the sky, rolled up the sky-high sword energy, and with the majestic sword power, it slashed at Wang Xian with a sword.

Bang!

This sword directly cut his platinum robe on the spot, and Wang Xian screamed in shock, and finally realized that he had provoked a tough guy.

"I am the descendant of the Golden Core, you can't kill me!"

He had the intention of retreating in his heart, but his character was still very arrogant. Even if he wanted to beg for mercy, he didn't look like he was begging for mercy.

Having long expected that Wang Xian had defensive means, Chen Qingyun had no intention of stopping. He controlled the Thunder Sword to slash again and responded coldly.

"Noisy."

It was just in the blink of an eye.

The golden light flew in the void, and two consecutive swords cut Wang Xian himself and the defensive magic weapon on his body in half.

"Ah——"

The flesh was wiped out, Wang Xian was horrified, and his soul fled in panic, fleeing in the opposite direction of the magma sea of ​​fire.

At this moment, facing Chen Qingyun again, he was no longer as high-handed as before, and there was only fear.

He didn't even have time to use his magic weapon before he was suppressed by force, and the gap in strength was huge.

Chen Qingyun was decisive in killing. Since he had already made his move, he would not let his opponent have any chance to survive. He urged the Heavenly Thunder Demon Sword to strike again.

The golden flying sword cut through the sky and killed Wang Xian's soul in one fell swoop. It split his soul with one sword, and then the remaining soul was dispersed by the sword energy.

In less than three breaths, this arrogant second-generation ancestor of Wuyin Island was killed by Chen Qingyun's sword.

What Jindan descendants, sect elites, dare to provoke, then kill them with a sword!

"This... is so domineering."

Even the Jindan descendants said to kill without mercy, which made Zhong Yingxing open his mouth in shock.

"Those who don't know their own strength will seek death."

The Taoist Hongri sneered in his heart and had no sympathy for Wang Xian's death.

However, this time he saw Chen Qingyun's strength. With such means, he was equal to Ji Ziyun and Taoist Qian.

This is indeed a top purple mansion, amazing.

The Pang brothers of Xingzong looked at Chen Qingyun with admiration, watching Chen Qingyun put away the Tianlei Jiangmo Sword and Wang Xian's storage bag.

Then, he threw the man's body directly into the sea of ​​magma and fire.

The atmosphere fell into silence for a short time. No one dared to speak easily at this time, for fear of angering Chen Qingyun with a disagreement and suffering the same fate as Wang Xian.

In the distance, another lava floating island floated over, attracting the attention of everyone present.

Zhong Yingxing couldn't help it, and just as he was about to step forward, he felt two eyes falling on him like a knife.

He looked sideways, who else could it be but the Pang brothers?

"My two brothers want this island, fellow Taoist, you should wait for the next one."

Brother Pang Jing said in a deep voice.