Murong Zhuifeng palmed the wind like a wave, and the wave head went straight towards Ye Chuan.
In the main hall, Tuoba Xiong, Feng Nin and other real-person realm masters became solemn and secretly surprised. With such cultivation at such a young age, Murong Zhuifeng is indeed well-deserved. Being able to cultivate such a genius, it is no wonder that the Murong family can be ranked first among the many wealthy families in the Qin Dynasty!
Since ancient times, cultivating sects have prided themselves on being aloof from the secular world and do not think highly of secular families. They often regard the secular families attached to their sect as vassals and use them to collect resources in the secular world. But over the past few hundred years, the situation has gradually changed. The secular families have begun to grow and develop, while many cultivating sects have begun to decline and deteriorate.
Seeing how powerful Murong Zhui Feng was, many masters of the cultivating sect had expressions on their faces, knowing that it was time to re-examine the family's strength in the world.
Ye Chuan, whose body was swaying from side to side, suddenly began to retreat.
Murong Zhuifeng's palm hit the wind like waves, faster than the wind. Ye Chuan's speed was not slow either, always keeping an arm's distance from Murong Zhuifeng's palm. It seemed as if he was standing on the crest of the wind and waves, being pushed away by the wind from Murong Zhuifeng's palm.
A monk at the fifth level versus a real person at the fifth level, Ye Chuan would be no match for him if he met him head-on. However, after refining the demon dragon's blood and condensing a demon dragon talisman, his body transformed again, and he could perform the Wushuang Escape Technique more easily.
Murong Zhuifeng suddenly stopped and looked at Ye Chuan, who was acting strangely, his face turned livid and even more ugly.
The first palm attack failed and hit Ye Chuan's shadow; the second palm attack did not fail, but it was just a little bit too close to catch up and I couldn't catch up. I had no strength and nowhere to put it. It felt so bad and uncomfortable. .
"Yes, the speed is very good, but it seems to be a little short of reaching the state of chasing the wind at will. Anyway, I don't dare to brag about myself like that. Chasing birds is just about the same. Mr. Murong, if not, you can just shout in the future How about you chase Mr. Bird?" Ye Chuan also stopped and stood two or three meters away openly, as if he didn't even notice Murong Zhuifeng.
Bird chaser
The people watching couldn't help laughing, and some burst into laughter.
Everyone is talking about a young man who chases the wind. He sounds so talented and dashing, but when it comes to Ye Chuan's words, it's better to change it to a young man who chases the birds!
"Boy, you..."
Murong Zhuifeng was a little angry and mad, and suddenly understood why Liu Hong hated Ye Chuan so much. This guy's mouth is sharper than a knife, and his words are heart-breaking. A low-level player will feel ashamed after hearing this, and a master will feel unsteady after hearing this!
Murong Zhuifeng was really angry. He swayed his body, flew forward again, and struck out with his palm. He said he would slap Ye Chuan in public, and he would do what he said! This time, the speed was faster, and afterimages were being brought up left and right, making people wonder where he was going to pounce from. After missing twice in a row, Murong Zhuifeng was angry, but he also learned the lesson and no longer dared to underestimate Ye Chuan, whose cultivation seemed to be ordinary.
"Senior brother, be careful, hide quickly!"
Zhu Sijia screamed, and at the same time, she was wondering why Ye Chuan hadn't summoned the old monster Hei Kui and the Siren Girl from the Qinglian Space. Although he still didn't understand what was going on, Zhu Sijia knew that Ye Chuan must have his trump card when he took a glimpse at the Ghost King's chess game and saw that Ye Chuan suddenly summoned a human-faced snake and a puppet doll to help him fight. If you don't show it now, when will you wait
"Hahahaha, want to hide? How to hide?"
Murong Zhuifeng laughed loudly, and moved like the wind. It was clearly a single move, but it looked like he had struck out more than a hundred palms at the same time, and his figure was erratic. Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, he slapped Ye Chuan hard on the shoulder, and the two of them bumped into each other. He just shook his body, but Ye Chuan was knocked away and staggered.
"Hahaha, boy, you're crazy! Keep going, why aren't you crazy? Aren't you very powerful?" Murong Zhuifeng was aggressive, and when he thought of the words Ye Chuan's 'bird-chasing master', his heart was filled with anger. His face was gnashing his teeth in a ferocious expression.
"It's just average. It's not very powerful. It's just a little bit better than you. Mr. Bird Chasing, you lost. Think about it carefully. If your surname is not Murong, what should you do? Don't say that you want to change your surname to Ye. Don't give it to me." Ye's shame." Ye Chuan sneered, slowly calming down the chaotic atmosphere in his body, and glanced at Murong Zhuifeng's collar intentionally or unintentionally, where there was a small golden cicada.
The moment their bodies collided, Ye Chuan let Murong Zhuifeng slap his shoulder, summoned the six-winged golden cicada and flicked it secretly. On the surface, he lost, but secretly he left a killing move on Murong Zhuifeng.
Others, even a real master, would not be able to do this and would not dare to take such a risk, but Ye Chuan did it. The power of Murong Zhui Feng's palm was indeed powerful, enough to break steel and iron. If Ye Chuan hadn't refined the demon dragon's blood to become extra strong, he would have been unable to bear just one slap from him.
Murong Zhuifeng's laughter stopped suddenly, and he looked embarrassed, his face turning blue and white. When Ye Chuan said this, the feeling of winning disappeared and he remembered his previous bold words. If Ye Chuan could not be slapped within three strokes, he would not be named Murong. Although the third palm finally hit Ye Chuan, it hit him on the left shoulder and did not slap him in the face. Why is it so embarrassing to break a promise in public
After being arrogant for many years, he finally tasted the bitter consequences. Murong Zhui Feng, who had always been lawless in the capital and thought he was born extraordinary, had a burning face.
"Mr. Murong, why are you talking to this kid so much? Just kill him!" Liu Hong took a few steps forward and deftly rescued Murong Zhuifeng, her big eyes that used to look at life full of malice.
"Boy, you forced me to show you the power of my Murong family's Zhui Feng sword and give you a taste of the heavenly sword. It will definitely be your honor to die under the heavenly sword!"
Liu Hong woke up the dreamer with something, and Murong Zhuifeng reacted and suddenly took out a long knife half the height of a man and flew towards Ye Chuan.
Compared with ordinary knives, this knife is obviously much longer. The back of the knife is thick and heavy, the blade is thin and sharp, and the blade is curved with a fatal arc. A knife struck out, with an arm-long sword light. The air within a hundred meters radius sank, and then rippled and twisted, as if it had been torn apart by the invisible sword energy. In the main hall, the swords in people's hands trembled, as if they were about to escape out of control.
Heavenly Sword!
Murong Zhuifeng was furious and sacrificed the Murong family's heirloom treasure. According to legend, this was a powerful weapon left behind by a saint known as the Sword Sage millions of years ago. Later, it somehow fell into the hands of the ancestors of the Murong family, and became a peerless treasure that the ancestors of the Murong family killed in all directions and laid the foundation of the family.
"Awesome, is this the legendary Heavenly Sword?"
"As soon as the Heavenly Sword is drawn out, it will not be sheathed until there is blood. This disciple of the Yunwu Sect is doomed!"
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The masters who were watching indifferently became commotion again. Tuoba Xiaoniao struggled to jump in front of his father Tuoba Xiong. He could not speak and could only use a pair of tearful eyes to ask his father to take action. Tuoba Xiong turned his face to the side and pretended not to see it. At the edge of the stone forest, he had already saved Ye Chuan once and would never save him a second time.