Saint Qin Batu

The golden light in the black made Tian Wenjian even more majestic.

"nice one!"

The young man grinned, but he didn't draw out any weapon. Instead, he directly withstood the menacing Tian Wen Sword with a skill far superior to Ying Zheng's.

Ying Zheng frowned, and immediately withdrew his sword after failing to make a single blow.

When the young man saw that Yingzheng withdrew his sword, the smile on his face became even stronger, and the immortal power in his palm was like a river, overwhelmingly attacking Yingzheng.

Looking at the young man who shot with all his might, a look of surprise flashed in Ying Zheng's eyes.

Although the previous sword move was fierce, it was just a trial by Ying Zheng.Unexpectedly, the young man in front of him actually shot with all his strength.

The crazy look on his face and the greed in his eyes are not concealed at all.

"How can you be so inexperienced?" Ying Zheng meditated while dodging the young man's attack.

Ying Zheng knew that a monk who broke through to Yuan Ying could return to youth, so Ying Zheng always regarded the young man in front of him as the same age as his teacher.

It's just that I didn't expect that this dignified Nascent Soul cultivator's combat experience was actually inferior to that of an ordinary acquired swordsman.

"What's the use of such a Nascent Soul cultivator, even if his celestial power is higher than him?" Ying Zheng sneered in his heart, and he didn't hold back his hands anymore, his aura suddenly soared.

"Oh, not bad!" Seeing Ying Zheng's aura soaring, the young man was a little surprised, and then the offensive in his hand accelerated a little bit again.

"Ow!"

The Tianwen sword in Yingzheng's hand turned into a huge dragon's head, with five gems shining golden.With bursts of dragon chants, he slammed into the young man who was attacking from the front.

Although there are still cracks on the dragon's head, they are actually far more than the youth at this moment.

As if venting the grievances he suffered before Tianlei, the dragon head with scarlet eyes directly dispelled the young man's attack and hit the young man's chest hard.

"puff!"

The young man who was seriously wounded flew upside down, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Ying Zheng immediately asked the question of heaven, and attacked the young man again, without giving the young man a chance to breathe.But this time, Tianwen, who was originally just a dragon head, has completely turned into a black dragon at this moment.

The seriously injured young man looked at the roaring black dragon, the horror in his eyes was undisguised.

"How could it be! How could the treasure controlled by a mere Golden Core be so powerful..." The young man widened his eyes and exclaimed in disbelief.

However, before he finished speaking, a mouthful of blood gushed out of his mouth again.

"Oops……"

The young man hurriedly looked in the direction of Qi State in the north. He was already extremely flustered, but at this moment he didn't even know how to deal with the successive changes.

"Oh!"

With a loud noise, facing the stunned young man, Ying Zheng didn't give him the slightest chance to hold back, and directly smashed the already crumbling body protection immortal power with one blow.

The young man who was hit again fell straight to the ground.The originally handsome face suddenly became extremely embarrassed.

Before he could stand up, the blade of Tian Wenjian was already pointed in front of him.

"Let me go..." the young man begged in pain, clutching his aching chest.

"Tell me, how many families are you talking about?" Ying Zheng asked expressionlessly.

"Why don't you know?" Hearing that Ying Zheng asked about the so-called family again, the young man couldn't help showing a look of surprise on his face.

Ying Zheng squinted his eyes, lightly waved Tian Wen in his hand, blood flashed, and the young man's left arm was directly cut off by Ying Zheng's sword.

"Ah!" A scream sounded above the woods. The young man dressed roughly and said hastily: "I say! I say!"

"There are many families like ours..."

"A lot?" Ying Zheng's heart shuddered, and he asked calmly, "What about the family you belong to?"

"Our family is just a small branch of the main family, it's nothing..."

When Ying Zheng heard this, his uneasiness intensified.

Although it was extremely easy for Yingzheng to defeat this young man before, but only a small branch can have a monk Nascent Soul, what about the strength of the big family?

Thinking of the fact that he would still have so many uneasy factors after he came to rule the world in the future, Ying Zheng inevitably became a little anxious.

"Where do you live?"

Looking at the increasingly ugly Ying Zheng, the young man quickly replied: "Our family is from Fangzhangzhou!"

"Abbot..."

Yingzheng's heart shuddered, he could not have imagined that the legendary fairy mountain was actually a kind of hermitage for monks.

"Could it be that the people living on the so-called fairy mountains are as vulnerable as you?" Ying Zheng looked at the young man with twinkling eyes, showing contempt.

Feeling Ying Zheng's naked ridicule, the young man couldn't help becoming popular, but frightened by Ying Zheng's sword, he could only falter and say: "My strength is only built up by pills, and I have never really After many actual battles..."

"So, your status in your family is not low." Ying Zheng said with a chuckle.

"I am the only son in my family, but my family offended the powerful, and I was the only one in the family who escaped... I am also a poor person!"

"Poor person?" Ying Zheng smiled disdainfully, "Whether you are a poor person or not, since you have paid attention to the widow, you will have to pay the price!"

"You said you wouldn't kill me!"

Seeing Ying Zheng's murderous intent getting stronger and stronger, the young man couldn't help but panic again.

"Why did the widow ever say that?"

The Tianwen Sword in Ying Zheng's hand flashed, and the young man who hadn't reacted was directly beheaded by Ying Zheng.

Looking at the breathless young man, Ying Zheng slowly put away the Tianwen in his hand, turned around and walked out of the woods.

However, before Yingzheng could take a few steps, another breath of Nascent Soul cultivator came straight to Yingzheng from the north.

"Accomplice? No, this person said earlier that he escaped alone, so he probably wouldn't lie to me." Ying Zheng frowned, and the Tianwen in his hand was ready to deal a heavy blow to the visitor.

Finally, when Ying Zheng saw who was coming, a trace of astonishment appeared on his face.

"teacher?"

Ji Hao, an old man in Zhongyin who had disappeared for more than ten years, finally reappeared in front of Ying Zheng.

Ji Hao took a look at Ying Zheng, who was in a bit of a mess, but already looked like a king, and nodded in satisfaction.