"Hahaha, that's brave."
Yan Zhen laughed out loud. It must be said that this man was quite courageous.
Yu Jie and the others were also excited. They came to Luoxia Valley to look for treasure. Now, Yan Zhen told them that there might be treasures, so how could they miss it
"As for you, you should go back and practice for another year or two before coming back."
Before they could take any action, Yan Zhen poured a bucket of cold water on them without any hesitation.
Yu Jie and the others' faces froze, looking extremely ugly. Yan Zhen's words were simply a slap in their faces, a slap that was painful and severe.
"Come with me."
Yan Zhen's figure flashed and disappeared in an instant. He had said everything he needed to say. As for whether Wu Chen would go or not, that was up to him.
Looking at the direction Yan Zhen left, Wu Chen thought for a moment, said nothing, and followed in a flash.
"What should I do, Yu Jie, they are gone?"
Yu Jie spread his hands. He had no idea what to do. Yan Zhen looked down on their poor ability and didn't let them go. What else could he do
"Let's go and see if we can find anything else."
Wu Chen followed Yan Zhen at a very fast speed and soon entered the center of Luoxia Valley and landed here.
When we got here, we saw several people standing there. They all had powerful strength, and each of them was no worse than Yan Zhen. The strongest one was a strong man of the eighth level of Zhenwu Realm.
"Yan Zhen, you are finally here. If you don't come again, we will leave."
A young man in sky blue clothes came over and said to Yan Zhen.
Yan Zhen said: "I encountered some problems before, so I was delayed. I guess you guys have been waiting for a long time."
The young man shook his head: "I didn't wait long. By the way, who is this kid? His cultivation is so weak, only at the third level of the True Martial Realm. Why did you bring him here?"
After hearing his words, everyone looked at Wu Chen with disdain in their eyes. He was only at the third level of the Zhenwu Realm, and with such little strength, he was clearly a burden. They didn't know what the hell Yan Zhen brought this piece of trash here for.
Yan Zhen said with a smile: "Bai Ran, don't underestimate this man. He is the champion of this year's Wan Guo election."
"The champion of the Universal Election?"
Several people were shocked and looked at Wu Chen again. They had also heard about this International Election. The final champion was won by a man whose cultivation level was only the third level of the True Martial Realm. Not only that, that man also rejected the kindness of the Taiyi Sect and chose to join their Beichen Academy. It has been many years since a champion like this entered their Beichen Academy.
"Boy, are you really the champion of the International Election?" Bai Ran asked in a deep voice. He was very skeptical in his heart.
"Yes, I am."
Wu Chen nodded and admitted it frankly.
"If I'm the champion of the World Election, then I'm barely qualified."
Bai Ran nodded. He originally thought that Wu Chen was just a waste like the other cultivators at the third level of the Zhenwu Realm. However, he did not expect that the other party was the champion of the Ten Thousand Nations Election. To win the championship in the Ten Thousand Nations Election is not an easy thing. One must at least have the strength of the sixth level of the Zhenwu Realm.
"Humph, the champion of the World Election is nothing in my eyes, Chen Yang."
Another young man snorted coldly, his eyes full of disdain.
Wu Chen remained silent, his expression showing no emotion at all. He had heard such words countless times and had always ignored them.
At this time, the eighth-level Zhenwu Realm expert said, "Chen Yang, go and test his strength to see if he is qualified to go with us."
What they need for this treasure hunt is an absolutely strong person, not a burden.
"Yes, Senior Brother Lu."
Chen Yang walked out from the crowd, strode to Wu Chen, and said, "Boy, do you have the courage to take my punch?"
Wu Chen said calmly: "What's the harm in taking your punch?"
Hearing this, Chen Yang was stunned. He was not a Zhenwu Realm sixth-level strongman, but a genuine Zhenwu Realm seventh-level strongman. Moreover, he was not just an ordinary Zhenwu Realm seventh-level strongman, but a Zhenwu Realm seventh-level strongman who had comprehended heavenly-level martial arts.
However, hearing Wu Chen's tone, it seemed that he was not afraid of him at all. Then, he remembered all the things about Wu Chen in Beichen Academy, and couldn't help but sneer in his heart. This kid probably thought that he looked down on everyone in the world after winning some crappy International Election Championship. He even dared to boast that he would be in the top ten in the sect disciple competition five months later. Such bragging was really arrogant and stupid in the extreme.
Now, let him take action and teach this kid a lesson, to dampen his arrogance and let him know that this is Beichen Academy, one of the top ten sects in Dongxuan Territory, and not his remote corner of the mountain.
"Sky-Splitting Tyrant Fist."
Chen Yang shouted loudly, and a powerful force burst out from his body. This aura and strength far exceeded the sixth level of the Zhenwu Realm. He was truly a powerful warrior at the seventh level of the Zhenwu Realm.
Chen Yang clenched his fist and punched out. The powerful punch burst out fiercely, like a wave, surging and shaking, sweeping towards Wu Chen.
"The Sky-Splitting Fist?"
Wu Chen raised his head and looked at the tremendous fist force rushing towards him. This Sky-Splitting Fist was not an ordinary martial art, but a low-level heavenly martial art. It was extremely powerful. With one punch, it could shatter everything and no one could stop it.
However, he was not afraid. He shouted loudly, clenched his fist, and punched out. Pure golden energy was released through his fist. It was very overbearing and terrifying, like a volcanic eruption.
Bang!
The fists of Chen Yang and Wu Chen met in the middle, and suddenly, an extremely strong force rushed out from the place where the fists collided, carrying a terrible power wave, sweeping in all directions.
Soon, the energy dissipated, and Wu Chen stood there, motionless, just like Mount Tai, steady and strong, not retreating even a single step.
Seeing this, everyone was surprised. This result was something they had never expected, because in their opinion, facing Chen Yang's punch, Wu Chen should have collapsed at the first blow. However, the fact was far beyond their expectations. Wu Chen actually blocked Chen Yang's fist with his fist, and did not retreat a single step.
Chen Yang's face darkened. That punch he had just thrown had used up 80% of his strength. Moreover, the boxing technique he used was not an ordinary earth-level martial art, but a genuine heaven-level martial art. Such a punch, let alone a third-level Zhenwu Realm warrior, even a sixth-level Zhenwu Realm warrior would not be able to withstand it. However, Wu Chen blocked it. This was simply unbelievable.