Invincible Starts From God-level Plunder

Jiang Wencheng, who is at the peak of the third level of Wu Zong, is expected to step into the fourth level of Wu Zong before entering the Qinglong Cave.

But what he was going to face was Chen Jiang, the Fifth Rank of Wu Zong.

Tianyuehu's bloodline is not weaker than Qingmingjian's bloodline.

Jiang Wencheng had no chance of winning because he missed two realms.

Jiang Wencheng? Prince You's son? Chen Jiang looked at him, couldn't help but sneered, and said: I was born with a golden spoon, and all kinds of cultivation resources are inexhaustible, but now I only have the third level of Wu Zong.

This world is really unfair. How can a mediocre person like you have all this, while I, with such outstanding talent, came from a mediocre background and was bullied all the time since I was a child. I can be what I am today because of my unremitting efforts, step by step. You came here. And you are only qualified to stand with me because of your status.

Chen Jiang sneered again and again, Wu Zong Wuzhong's powerful aura spread out, and the atmosphere in the fantasy world became more and more dignified. Jiang Wencheng only felt a pair of invisible big hands descending on him, the pressure became more and more obvious, and his legs began to tremble.

Poor people must have something to hate. This is not unreasonable. Some people have been bullied since childhood. Once they grow up, their dark side will be released. I have seen a person similar to you, In order to get everything she wanted, she did whatever she could. But in the end, she ended up dying in a different world and vanishing into ashes. Jiang Wencheng used his spiritual power to face Chen Jiang, saying neither humble nor overbearing.

The person he was talking about was Xia Ningjing.

Really? Chen Jiang sneered.

Before he finished speaking, his figure moved.

Exercising the mysterious martial arts, he appeared in front of Jiang Wencheng in an instant, and the phantom of the Tianyuehu martial soul appeared behind him. Although it had not been solidified, the power of the martial soul had also been released.

As the silver light fell, Jiang Wencheng felt his body stiffen, unable to move at all.

Chen Jiang's eyes were flushed, as if blood was shining in his eyes, reflected on Jiang Wencheng's face.

At that moment, Jiang Wencheng couldn't resist, he was suppressed by the silver light emitted by Tianyuehu, and even the Qingming sword martial soul was difficult to use.

The Tianyuehu martial soul is absolutely suppressing opponents whose strength is far inferior to his own.

A hand like a sharp claw protruded out like a ghost, pinched Jiang Wencheng's neck, and lifted it with a little force.

Chen Jiang's face was ferocious, and his other hand turned into a fist.

boom!

This fist hit Jiang Wencheng firmly in the chest.

Jiang Wencheng snorted, and a bunch of blood sprayed out of his mouth.

Aren't you aloof, don't you want me to be wiped out? You're going to attack, resist. Chen Jiang sneered, and punched me down again.

If you give me everything you have, the achievements I have achieved now will be a hundred times higher than yours! It would be a waste to use it on you!

bang bang bang!

With three punches in a row, Jiang Wencheng's consciousness became blurred, and his eyes gradually lost their luster.

Outside the illusory world, Jiang Yunlan was already weeping. When Jiang Wencheng fell from the illusory world, she used her agility and martial skills to meet him quickly and catch him.

Sister, I...I have shamed Youwang's Mansion. Jiang Wencheng said weakly.

Wen Cheng, it's none of your business, it's because he went too far. Don't worry, sister will avenge you! Jiang Yunlan said with concern.

There's no elder sister who doesn't spoil her younger brother, seeing Jiang Wencheng being beaten up like this, and seeing Chen Jiang's disdainful expression in the fantasy world, made Jiang Yunlan even more furious.

I recognize you. You are the master of the Tianbao Pavilion, the disciple of the Immortal Casting Soldiers, the princess Youwang, Jiang Yunlan. Even in Qingqiu Kingdom, your name is like thunder. But, in my opinion, you are only relying on Youwang Status is nothing more than a parasite trying to gain fame. If you change your background, how much do you have? Chen Jiang looked down at Jiang Yunlan.

You! Jiang Yunlan clenched her teeth, trembling with anger.

She handed Jiang Wencheng to the medical officer of Qingyun Temple and walked to the fantasy world.

Seeing this, the smile on Chen Jiang's face grew stronger.

If I defeat the famous Jiang Yunlan, today will be the day when I, Chen Jiang, will become famous. Moreover, the rest of the Qingming Kingdom has no opponent who can match me. I will dominate the outcome of this Qinglong battle. All of you People, all performances are just my foil.

Jiang Yunlan, you are the stepping stone to my fame!

He licked his lips, his eyes full of fanaticism.

But at this moment, an immature young man stepped out from the crowd and stopped Jiang Yunlan.

This person is Luo Chenfeng.

In the Nebula Sect, Luo Chenfeng might still be famous, but in Qingming City, or even in the Qinglong battle where the Qingqiu Kingdom powerhouses were present, he was completely unknown.

At the age of sixteen, Wu Zong's second level cultivation base, although the talent is extremely amazing, but the Qinglong battle is the real strength.

For such a little-known kid who dared to stop Jiang Yunlan under such circumstances, many people became very interested in him.

You are not his opponent. Not only will you not be able to avenge Jiang Wencheng, but you will get yourself into it. Luo Chenfeng said.

His tone was flat, and his appearance was steady, not at all like a sixteen-year-old boy.

Jiang Yunlan has a little impression of Luo Chenfeng, but she doesn't have much contact with him, she only knows that he is often by Gu Tianyi's side. And I heard from Jiang Wencheng that this person's talent is extremely high, not inferior to Gu Tianyi.

This is a matter of my Prince You's Mansion. You don't need to worry about it. Get out of the way. Jiang Yunlan said flatly.

This is not just about the Prince You's Mansion, but also about my Nebula Sect. Don't forget, Jiang Wencheng obtained the key to enter the Qinglong Cave as a core disciple of the Nebula Sect. Luo Chenfeng said.

What do you want to say? Jiang Yunlan frowned.

Luo Chenfeng chuckled, pointed at Chen Jiang in the fantasy world, and said, I want to say, let me teach this person a lesson.

After saying that, he jumped up, golden lights rose from under his feet, his body flickered, and he entered the fantasy world.

The spirit array of the imaginary sky closed, and a starry sky battle platform evolved inside.

At this moment, Luo Chenfeng and Chen Jiang seemed to be in a starry sky, with many broken stars floating beside them, and the two stood on top of each broken star, facing each other.

Chen Jiang was taken aback by this turn of events.

He looked at Luo Chenfeng with great interest, and said with a sneer: Boy, what do you mean, blocking the knife for Jiang Yunlan? Why bother? None of the rest of you are my opponents. Jiang Yunlan has always been my opponent. You will be defeated by me. What you do is just adding unnecessary pain.

Have you finished your nonsense? Luo Chenfeng's voice turned cold.

The smile and banter on his face disappeared, and he became very serious, so serious that even those who knew him felt strange.

You want to vent your anger on that trash just now? Chen Jiang narrowed her eyes.

Just now, he felt a threat from Luo Chenfeng.

Open your mouth to be trash, shut your mouth to trash, in my opinion, you are a complete trash. Your arrogance is just to cover up your inner vanity and inferiority.

You want to stand on a high place, I have no problem, but you use my friend as a stepping stone, sorry, I can only make you fall hard!

Seven Star Fulong Mace!

boom!

In an instant, the golden dragon roared and the stars twinkled.

The seven-star crouching dragon mace martial spirit suddenly condensed, Luo Chenfeng's momentum rose, his eyes stared blankly, like an emperor descending.