"Zhu Lai, what are you doing?" Wei Chen suppressed Lun Wan'er and was excited in his heart. Zhu Lai's move simply spoiled his mood, and his face turned serious at that moment.
Zhu Lai covered half of his swollen cheek, rolled up from the ground, stared at Xue Wen with murderous eyes, and said repeatedly, "I was careless just now, I will kill him now!"
How could Zhu Lai, who was humiliated, still remember Wei Chen leaving Xue Wen to explain in one breath? At this time, he was obsessed with putting Xue Wen to death.
Amidst the roar, Zhu Lai angrily blasted out a palm, and with the palm's power flashing red, a phantom of a tiger formed in the air, with its bloody mouth wide open, as if he wanted to swallow Xue Wen whole.
"You idiot who never learns well!"
A sharp look flashed in Xue Wen's eyes, and his right hand was thrust out as fast as lightning. The phantom of the tiger with its bloody mouth suddenly stopped in mid-air as if someone had strangled its neck.
"What!?" Zhu Lai couldn't believe his eyes, and his expression was even more astonished.
Xue Wen let out a cold snort, stretched out his right hand, and the five fingers suddenly flexed, and an invisible huge force burst out instantly. The phantom of the tiger that paused in the air was like a balloon that had been blown up. Explosion and destruction.
Zhu Lai's figure immediately followed as if he had been severely injured, as if there were pulleys under his feet, and he retreated backwards uncontrollably. He took more than ten steps back before he staggered to his feet, and a bloody arrow spurted out of his mouth. His face quickly turned pale.
"You... you..." Xue Wen's strength completely exceeded Zhu Lai's expectation. He stood there with his eyes wide open, pointing at Xue Wen and wanted to say something, but it seemed as if someone had pinched his neck, saying no. come out.
"Senior brother, it seems we have all made a mistake. This guy is actually a master!"
Jin Ping has been watching from the sidelines. In his eyes, these casual cultivators in front of him are not worthy of his action at all. But now things seemed to have changed. Xue Wen's action made his eyes light up, and the hand holding the sword couldn't help but feel itchy.
This guy named Xue Wen seems to be barely worthy of unsheathing his sword!
"Asshole, how dare you hurt me!" Zhu Lai looked back at Jin Ping, who was about to take action, and his mood calmed down a little.
Although he didn't want to admit it, he had to admit that this casual cultivator he looked down on did have a higher combat power than him, which made him feel a little depressed in his chest. But so what? As long as Jin Ping takes action, Xue Wen will definitely become a dead man. A dead man, what else should he be angry about
"Junior brother Jin Ping, kill this guy for me!" Zhu Lai couldn't wait to shout to Jin Ping.
"Zhu Lai, are you ordering me?" Jin Ping turned to look at Zhu with some disdain. He followed Wei Chen, but not Zhu Lai. Although Zhu Lai was also a senior brother, Jin Ping clearly looked down upon him.
Zhu Lai obviously knew it too. Although his expression was a little sly, he did not show any anger.
Jin Ping did not continue to embarrass Zhu Lai. He turned his eyes to Xue Wen and said, "You are very good. Let's do this. I will give you a chance. As long as you can withstand three attacks from my sword, I will make the decision and let you live." Senior Brother Wei Chen, you don’t have any objections, do you?”
"Haha... Junior Brother Jin Ping, are you too disrespectful to him? I think he may not be able to withstand even one move." Wei Chen sneered a few times and curled his lips.
"Then I'm sorry, I can only send him on his way."
Xue Wen couldn't help but shook his head, a little speechless. He knew that the Feixian Sect was not a very big sect. In real terms, it was at most about the same strength as the Tianyuan Sect. How could one of them dare to be so awesome? He said that as long as he could survive three attacks, he would spare his life. Xue Wen was really drunk. He pulled Sima Jinke over and asked if he dared to say this to him.
These Feixian Sect disciples are like frogs jumping out of the bottom of a well!
"Wan'er, your cultivation is indeed a little weaker than this guy's, but you also have your own advantages. Your body is flexible and your swordsmanship is unique. Why do you have to go head-to-head with him? In a battle, especially with a strong one, When fighting against your opponent, you must stay calm and don’t lose your position. You must carefully look for the weaknesses in the opponent’s attack and make sure you hit it with one hit!”
Xue Wen had no intention of paying any attention to Jin Ping. Instead, he turned around and pointed at Lun Wan'er as if no one else was watching. In an instant, Jin Ping's face turned black.
It's always been him, Jin Ping, who looks down on others. When will it be others' turn to look down on him? Murderous aura began to surge in Jin Ping's heart. Fortunately for him, he was kind enough to give the other party a chance to survive. It was simply unnecessary.
"Do you want to die?" Jin Ping's hand was already on the hilt of the sword, and his words showed murderous intent without any concealment.
"Hehe... Boy, if you want to play, I can help you do some tricks?" Wang Qing walked out slowly with a smile on his face, and stood firmly in front of Jin Ping.
"Who are you? Get out of my way!"
Jin Ping has a bad temper. Before he finished speaking, his sword was unsheathed! The sword light flashed with purple light, like a bolt of thunder, suddenly shot out from the sword edge, heading towards Wang Qing, full of power!
From the looks of it, Jin Ping is not just a show-off, he really has two skills in his hands. Just looking at the power of this sword, it is almost as powerful as Sima Jinke's Ice and Fire Universe Sword. It is remarkable that a small Feixian Sect can actually train such a disciple. It seems that Jin Ping is here for the ancient immortal inheritance in the ancient immortal secret mansion this time.
Jin Ping slashed at Wang Qing with his sword, but he didn't even look at Wang Qing, staring at Xue Wen.
"Brother, you are too trusting!"
Wang Qing's face looked a little ugly. His big fist was as fast as a shooting star, shining with golden light. With a swish, it collided with Jin Ping's sword edge. One was a sword, and the other was a fist made of flesh and blood. The moment the two collided, a sound like the clash of golden swords erupted.
Jin Ping's figure shook suddenly, and then Zhu Lai was surprised to find that Jin Ping's feet actually took a step back. Looking at Wang Qing again, standing there motionless, it made people feel as if he was not the one who blocked Jin Ping's sword with his physical fist.
Jin Ping seemed to have been electrocuted. He turned his head and looked at Wang Qing. This time he not only looked at Wang Qing, but he also looked at it very carefully and solemnly, as if he wanted to see Wang Qing naked. The arrogance and arrogance from before were gone from his face.
"Did my eyes get blurry?" Zhu Lai couldn't believe that all this was true. He rubbed his eyes again and again until he almost went blind with joy.
Wei Chen's expression also changed drastically in an instant, and the look he looked at Wang Qing was like looking at a ghost.
The development of things seemed to be completely beyond his expectation and ran counter to the script he had set. He was just surprised when Zhu Lai was violently beaten by Xue Wen, but now he is a little worried.
When he turned around and saw Chen Qing, Tang Jingruo and others watching with cold eyes, Wei Chen couldn't help but feel chills in his heart. If there were one or two more masters like Wang Qing among these people, then the three of them would be very unlucky today.
But soon, Wei Chen adjusted and felt ridiculous for his 'random thoughts'. How could there be so many perverted ninth-grade immortals like Wang Qing in this world, and they were not just cabbage on the street! What's more, the group of people in front of him are just casual cultivators. If the casual cultivators are all so powerful, then he shouldn't hang out in the Feixian Sect and just join the casual cultivators.
"You surprised me! Okay, you are qualified to fight me, use your sword!" Jin Ping focused his attention entirely on Wang Qing, as if he was facing a formidable enemy.
"There's no need to draw a sword to deal with you! If you have any ability, just come over here!"
"Asshole! You will regret your words!"
Being despised by Wang Qing again, Jin Ping was completely angry. The spare energy in his body was poured crazily into the blade of the sword in his hand. For a moment, pieces of flame-like purple light flickered on the blade of the sword.
"Hahaha... Junior Brother Jin finally got serious. You, and you, are all dead!" Zhu Lai suddenly laughed loudly, looking a little crazy.
"Pretend to be a ghost and watch the punches!"
When Zhu Laixiao was arrogant, Wang Qing suddenly waved his fist and rushed towards Jin Ping like a tiger descending from the mountain.
"You are simply seeking death!" Zhu Lai had no idea that Wang Qing would dare to attack in the face of Jin Ping's power, and he couldn't help but laugh.
But soon he couldn't laugh anymore. Wang Qing's fist didn't look like a flesh and blood body. It may not be so hard when made of steel. It hit Jin Ping's sword edge. Not only was it unscathed, but it also pushed Jin Ping back and forth. Back away. This was the first time Zhu Laizhen saw him being so unceremonious, so domineering, and attacking Jin Ping indiscriminately. His eyes were so wide that they almost popped out of his head.
"Oh my god! Who is this?"
Wei Chen felt chills in his heart when he saw it, and was even more shocked by Wang Qing's boxing power!
"You two, don't be idle, keep going!"
Xue Wen was not worried about Wang Qing at all and said to Wei Chenlun Wan'er.
"okay!"
Lun Wan'er was excited and excited. With Xue Wen standing by to help her, she felt very relaxed. She really regarded Wei Chen as her opponent to hone herself.
"Don't think you can be so arrogant just because of that guy. The people of Feixian Sect are not easy to bully!" Wei Chen's self-righteousness had already penetrated deep into his bones, and he glared at Xue Wendao fiercely.
"Why is there so much nonsense? Look at the sword!"
Xue Wen's words just now made Lun Wan'er thoughtful. At this time, she couldn't wait to verify it, and she didn't bother to talk nonsense to Wei Chen. As soon as the sword edge swung, the blue wave-like sword light rushed towards Wei Chen in layers.
"You bastard, get out of here!"
Wei Chen was a little impatient with Lun Wan'er's entanglement. He shouted sharply, and the majestic tide of immortal power was poured into the blade of the sword as if it was free, and he slashed hard at Lun Wan'er. I made up my mind to kneel Lun Wan'er on the ground with a sword to let her know why the flowers are so red... (To be continued)