The scene was deathly quiet, no one said a word, and no one expected the unexpected shocking battle, which Xiao Chen solved with one punch.
Many people didn't even know what was going on. It all happened so fast.
Only some of the inner sect disciples with higher cultivation levels saw some suspicions. The power of Xiao Chen's punch could already exceed that of an ordinary high-grade Martial Emperor.
With the sudden attack of momentum and Qiu Yi's carelessness, everything actually fell into place. How can you be careless when masters compete with each other? A single mistake can turn the tide of the battle in an instant.
The warriors accompanying Qiu Yi hurriedly healed his injuries, fed him elixirs, and infused his true energy.
"Xiao Chen, you are too cruel to attack, you are so harsh!"
"Not only are you despicable, you are also ruthless!"
The warriors who were traveling with him had originally planned for Qiu Yi to help them vent their anger, but this ending was really unbearable for them, and they all began to curse Xiao Chen.
Xiao Chen's face was calm, his heart was disdainful, and he was too lazy to defend himself. Only a weak person would be so unreasonable and talkative.
"If you are dissatisfied, you can ring the war bell at any time."
After replying lightly, Xiao Chen looked at the performance of this group of people with cold eyes. Those disciples from various sects who were cursing and cursing all kept silent and did not dare to say anything more.
With Qiu Yi in front of him, how could he dare to go up and humiliate himself
Qianxuanzong Zuoping looked at Xiao Chen on the stage with a cold glint in his eyes, wishing he could immediately ring the war bell and cut him into pieces.
But when he thought about what happened to Qiu Yi, he gritted his teeth with hatred, his steps were as heavy as a mountain, and he couldn't move an inch.
Xiao Chen frowned slightly and shook his head secretly in his heart. He just felt that it was too boring to waste time on such a group of incompetent people who could only talk.
"Since no one is ringing the bell, I will take my leave."
Nodding slightly to the elder in blue, Xiao Chen turned around and prepared to leave. The wilderness battlefield would officially open at the end of the month, and he had no time to waste here.
clang! clang!
At this moment, the ancient war bell suddenly rang two long bells. The bells echoed on the top of the mountain, disturbing the strong wind that had been blowing for many years.
Echoing in everyone's ears, hearing the sound of the war bell at such a close distance made people's blood boil and a strong fighting spirit burst out.
"As expected of the real dragon, the king of the firmament world, he has grown to this extent in just three months."
A cold voice came from afar, and everyone on the mountaintop quickly looked in the direction of the sound source, only to see two figures in the void, carrying the cold wind, rushing towards them quickly.
The person who spoke casually fiddled with his pale right hand, and streams of ice essence shot out, constantly hitting the ancient war bell.
The ice essence floated out with the sound of the bell, the temperature in the air dropped sharply, and wisps of frost spread quickly on the ground.
Many warriors felt the cold air penetrate into their bones, and seemed to have penetrated into their heart veins. They were startled, and they all used their true energy to resist.
The bell rang long and cold, and the cold air came in waves. The inner disciples of the Haotian Sect with lower cultivation levels, their faces were as pale as ice and snow, their eyes were frightened and they backed away, and they did not dare to get too close to the war bell.
"What a terrifying ice scene, they are members of the Yinji Sect!"
The casually exposed hand of the visitor made everyone guess their identity, and their eyes were filled with surprise and uncertainty.
The Yinji Sect is powerful. There are two Martial Emperors in the sect. They are among the top existences in the ninth-grade sect. In terms of overall strength, they are much stronger than the Haotian Sect and the Full Moon Tower.
"The bell has rung, Xiao Chen, you can't leave!"
Xiao Chen stopped and said with a slightly solemn expression: "Wan Feng!"
The person who came was none other than Wan Feng of the Yinji Sect, but it was not him who made Xiao Chen look solemn, but the young man next to him.
The young man was dressed simply, with a faint smile on his face, but his face looked like a piece of ice that had not melted for thousands of years, making the smile unable to feel the slightest sunlight, making it even more weird.
His cultivation level was even more elusive to Xiao Chen, and he seemed to be much higher than Hu Haidu.
"Bai Wuxue, the chief true disciple of the Yinji Sect and one of the seven giants, is here too."
Someone finally recognized the young warrior, their eyes full of surprise. This was someone as famous as their senior sister.
Even the deacon in blue, who had always been calm, became moved and said, "Bai Wuxue, you also want to ring the bell."
The corner of Bai Wuxue's mouth raised slightly, and she said calmly: "No, I don't think I can beat Shui Lingling completely. I just want to see what the person who makes my junior brother so excited looks like."
"I remembered that the person who rang the bell was called Wan Feng. Like Bai Wuxue, he was a disciple of Old Yinji. Xiao Chen actually got into trouble with him."
"I'm afraid it will be difficult to handle now. Our Haotian Sect is destined to lose one point of prestige."
"That Wanfeng's cultivation is already at the peak of the early stage of a high-grade Martial Emperor. With the addition of the Yinji Old Man who has joined the sect, no one in our Haotian Sect except the true disciples can defeat him."
The people below were whispering and looking at Xiao Chen, feeling a little worried for him.
In the previous battle with Qiu Yi, no one was so worried. After all, Xiao Chen's strength was there, and the outcome was at least 50-50.
But now the person fighting against him was Wan Feng, Old Man Yinji's Guan disciple, and they all felt that Xiao Chen's chances of winning were not too great.
Yue Chenxi and Gong Yangyu also showed a little worry on their faces. Back in the Cangqiong Realm, they personally felt the power of Wan Feng.
call out!
Wan Feng jumped lightly, landed on the ring, looked at Xiao Chen, grinned, and said in a cold voice: "Xiao Chen, I want to thank you very much. Without the pressure you gave me, I would never have made progress in such a short period of time. So fast."
Xiao Chen smiled slightly and said calmly: "No need to thank me, I will help you again today."
The verbal confrontation soon escalated into a battle of momentum. Wan Feng looked grim and wanted to overpower Xiao Chen in terms of momentum.
The cold wind roared behind him, and its momentum was like an ice and snow storm, sweeping towards Xiao Chen. Snowflakes seemed to be falling in the air.
The air in the arena dropped hundreds of degrees for no reason, and a layer of hard ice formed on the ground, spreading upward from Xiao Chen's feet.
Xiao Chen raised his right foot slightly, and then kicked it down fiercely. The hard layer of ice on the ring suddenly shattered.
It turned into ice shards all over the sky, flying in the air. Under the direct sunlight, pieces of ice shimmered, looking like shining pearls.
Xiao Chen activated the ancient emperor's bloodline in his body, and a vast, long, long, and ancient momentum burst out, turning into a violent wind and rolling away.
That wind seemed to have traveled through time, blowing from that long-ago era. The ice shards flying in the sky were driven by the strong wind.
Constantly spinning, the stinging air hissed, this beautiful thing completely turned into a murderous weapon, falling like raindrops towards Wanfeng.
Wan Feng was surprised in his heart. He didn't expect that Xiao Chen could be so impressive and beat him in the competition of momentum.
Seeing the rain of ice chips coming towards him, Wan Feng took a step back, then stretched out his hand and struck out with a palm.
Bang bang bang!
With a continuous crackling sound that filled the sky, all the ice shards were shattered into powder under the power of this palm, and Xiao Chen's imperial aura was completely cancelled.
Half of the energy in his body had been burned from the previous attack on Qiu Yi, so Xiao Chen had no intention of continuing to use the Burning Sky Fist.
Stepping on the phantom of the green dragon, Xiao Chen jumped up from the ground, passed through the sky full of ice shavings and powder, and directly hit Wan Feng with a domineering dragon punch.
Wan Feng sneered in his heart, calmly, turned his body slightly to one side, turned his palm into a knife, and turned it into a sharp weapon, directly cutting down the roaring green dragon.
The phantom of the green dragon composed of true essence showed a smooth gap and immediately collapsed.
With one move successful, Wan Feng struck out forcefully, using his ice essence, and waved three palms in a row, knocking Xiao Chen back step by step, regaining the opportunity.
"Xiao Chen, it seems that your physical body is nothing more than this. Draw your sword, I am extraordinary today, definitely not what you can imagine." Wan Feng said proudly as he fought off Xiao Chen.
Qinglong sank slightly, and brought Xiao Chen to the ground steadily. Half of his energy was burned, and his power was reduced. In addition, he didn't want to show too much in front of Bai Wuxue, so he reserved a lot in his shots.
With a gentle move of his left hand, he summoned the Moon Shadow Sword. Xiao Chen smiled lightly and said, "You are not the only one making progress in this world, so let me see how extraordinary you are."