Chen Zimeng walked slowly on the road, and a little further forward was the battlefield, there had been less fighting recently, and there was only a howling cold wind on all the battlefields.

The battlefield is vast, and there are no big battles, but whether it is the Zhang Chu clan or the Black Dragon clan, the Green Snake clan will have their own monks who travel in teams, and they will bring non-stop battles.

This is also the tradition of the Southern Wilderness, in addition to the big war, there are small wars, the scale is not large, but it has never stopped.

The moment Chen Zimeng stepped on the battlefield, he felt a slight feeling in his heart, and turned to look, behind him was the camp of the Zhangchu clan that stretched for dozens of miles.

Chen Zimeng felt a powerful divine thought, but it was fleeting, Chen Zimeng narrowed his eyes, pondered for a moment, and then smiled lightly, turned around and walked towards the distance of the battlefield.

In a camp tent of the Black Dragon Clan, Ke Zhenchen sat upright, looking at a book in his hand, whether he was holding a pen and writing a word or two in front of him, but the whole person seemed a little indifferent.

A monk flashed into the camp tent and saluted with his fists, "Clan, I received news that Chen Zimeng went to the battlefield!"

Smack~ Ke Zhenchen smashed the book in his hand on the table, got up and didn't say anything, and walked out of the camp, and the direction was the battlefield.

On the battlefield, there are dozens of mountains and ravines, but the overall situation is flat, there are not many figures, but they are basically fighting and fighting, Chen Zimeng walked by, and the people who saw him avoided him, and there were also some clansmen who practiced qi when they saw Chen Zimeng, saluted from afar and walked away.

Chen Zimeng felt okay, but he couldn't see the foundation building monks of the Black Dragon Clan, and he saw a lot of sneaky Black Dragon Clan Qi Cultivation Realm monks, but Chen Zimeng was embarrassed to make a move on Qi Training.

Moreover, in the cultivation realm, there has always been an unwritten rule that high-level monks are not allowed to wantonly kill low-level monks, and this rule has always been observed.

If nothing else, if you rely on cultivation to wantonly attack low-level cultivators, in the long run, there will be a serious fault in the cultivation realm, and even the entire cultivation realm will be buried.

Besides, Chen Zimeng pouted, if the Qi cultivator didn't have a good northern background, how could he have any good things, and how many of those who could risk coming to the battlefield would have a background?

Chen Zimeng pondered for a moment, looked around and saw that there was no one, and with a flick of his right hand, a sword pill fell and instantly sank into the dirt and disappeared.

Chen Zimeng closed his eyes and felt it, and nodded with satisfaction Continue to walk forward, and before he went far, a group of Green Snake Clan monks roared over, all of them were building a foundation and cultivating, and it was obvious that the direction was for Chen Zimeng.

Chen Zimeng smiled, stopped and looked up, but he sighed slightly in his heart, it was these poor ghosts again!

The Green Snake Clan monk Chen Zimeng has dealt with many people, and even knows many Green Snake monks to a certain extent, but from the beginning to the present, Chen Zimeng's perception of the Green Snake Clan monk is that he is poor!

The Green Snake Clan is not rich, and even very stumbling, although the strength of the entire tribe is also among the four major tribes, but the gap is also some.

The monk from the Green Snake Clan is a young man who takes the lead, not very old, Chen Zimeng has checked, a few years older than him, called Peng Ji, and is the most dazzling genius of the younger generation of the Green Snake Clan.

Peng Ji's status in the Green Snake Clan is not high, because his ancestors had made mistakes, and he was left in the clan only because of his good cultivation talent, otherwise Peng Ji might just be a servant at this time.

The last time Chen Zimeng wandered on the battlefield and plundered more than a dozen monks of the Green Snake Clan, but he didn't kill them and let them go, and then Peng Ji took people to take revenge, but was tricked by Chen Zimeng.

The feud was settled, so every time Chen Zimeng arrived at the battlefield, Peng Ji brought people to block him, Chen Zimeng looked up at the sky, sighed, and muttered: "Another estimate should also come!"

As soon as he spoke, a sword groan sounded in the other direction, and Peng Ji had not yet come to Chen Zimeng's approach, but when he heard the sword chant, he immediately turned his head to look.

Dressed in black, the young man walked slowly with a sword.

Ke Zhenchen!

glanced at Ke Zhenchen, and then turned his head to look at Peng Ji, Chen Zimeng was helpless in his heart, there were two poor ghosts!

Ke Zhenchen's status is extremely high, and he never has a spirit stone on his body, while Peng Ji really has no spirit stone.

Chen Zimeng smiled, "Two, what a coincidence!"

Peng Ji hugged his fist and smiled brightly, "What a coincidence!"

Ke Zhenchen hadn't approached yet, but he replied coldly: "Unfortunately, I'm here to kill you!"

Chen Zimeng smiled bitterly, "Hey, you two poor ghosts, why do you have to come to block me, just come, you can bring some spirit stones on your body!"

"Hehe, Brother Chen, I have a storage bag on my waist and countless spirit stones, but you don't have to take it!" Peng Ji stretched out his hand and patted it on his waist, his face was full of smiles, but his eyes were full of killing intent.

Chen Zimeng smiled silently, stretched out his hand to clench his fist, and bent his body forward slightly, which seemed to be very polite, but in an instant, Chen Zimeng's figure burst out, and the corresponding long sword in Ke Zhenchen's hand shook, and his figure disappeared in place.

Peng Ji put away his smile, stepped back and waved several talismans in front of him, and gently chanted the trick in his mouth, and the talisman glowed to form layers of barriers to protect Peng Ji's surroundings, and then pushed forward, Peng Ji also burst out.

The three of them collided in the field, and a rumbling sound sounded, and a huge wave of qi instantly swept around them, and the earth under their feet was full of mud, and even set off a layer of storm, and the monks of the Green Snake Clan who followed Peng Ji were unstable and retreated.

Chen Zimeng flipped his hand, Jian Jiu held it in the palm of his hand and slashed forward, Ke Zhenchen and Peng Ji both retreated, but instantly attacked again.

Chen Zimeng grinned, "Two of you, do you dare to go it alone?"

A cold light flashed in Ke Zhenchen's eyes, "Peng Ji, get out!" 04

Peng Ji was instantly unconvinced, glanced at Ke Zhenchen, and was extremely contemptuous, "It's you who should get out!"

The rumbling sound kept sounding, and the three of them went in the direction of a mountain forest, and where they passed, it could almost be said that there was no grass, and some monks of the Zhangchu clan rushed over, but when they saw the three people in the field, they had a big headache.

Soon, the three tribes of the Zhang Chu clan, the Black Dragon Clan, and the Green Snake clan all came to build a foundation, and they watched this battle from a distance, their faces were happy or sad, some people were worried, but some people looked uncertain, and their eyes were full of cold light.

There were some teams of Qi cultivators who walked by, but when they saw a lot of foundation building monks in front of them, the battle in the field was even more intense, and even the aura within a radius of dozens of miles became extremely oppressive.

The Qi cultivators were far away and did not dare to approach, and the foundation building monks came to watch, gathering more and more.

The battle of the three of them, the battlefield is getting farther and farther away, and it is getting closer and closer to a mountain forest full of demon beasts, among the monks of the Zhangchu clan, there is a person named Chi Xingfan in the fire department who looks at the battle in the field, and his face is full of solemnity.

Chi Xingfan looked at it from a distance, Chen Zimeng he knew, and he had become famous recently, but he had never dealt with Ke Zhenchen, he was extremely familiar with Ke Zhenchen, because he had met him on the battlefield, but thinking of that time, Chi Xingfan was still full of palpitations.

With a sword, he was actually defeated by Chixing Fan with a sword, if it wasn't for the rescue of someone next to him, it is estimated that he would have died.

So he knew very well what it meant to be able to fight so fiercely with Ke Zhenchen, looking at Chen Zimeng, Chi Xingfan's eyes flashed, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

There were many people like him, and the monks around him were all building foundations, but watching the three people in the field fighting, their eyes were full of palpitations.

Peng Ji lost a smile on his face, and tried his best to deal with the other two, although the Green Snake Clan and the Black Dragon Clan were allies, but at this moment, whether it was Chen Zimeng or Ke Zhenchen, they were all his enemies.

Among the three, each fights for itself, protecting itself, and also dealing with the other two.

Chen Zimeng was full of smiles at the beginning, and he was even happier to see that Ke Zhenchen and Peng Ji were also fighting with each other, and with a wave of his hand, a sword pill cracked, and countless flying swords surrounded him, forming a sword formation, or directly turned into a sword shadow and rushed towards Peng Ji and Ke Zhenchen.

Ke Zhenchen didn't use any talismans, he has always relied only on the long sword in his hand, and he has a style of breaking ten thousand laws with one sword.

But Peng Ji disdainful, in his opinion, Ke Zhenchen is sick, his hands are scattered, there are countless talismans, and he smashed into the other two again, Peng Ji sighed in his heart, there are not many talismans, and he needs to save some money, after all, the Green Snake Clan is too poor!

Turning his hand and taking out a dagger short blade, Peng Ji stretched out his hand again, the dagger turned into two, one in each hand, Peng Ji waved the short blade, extremely sharp.

Ke Zhenchen is constantly swords, his sword moves seem to be endless, and each attack is a different sword move.

Chen Zimeng felt helpless, and came to the battlefield to find some spirit stones and grab some resources, but every time he was blocked and beaten by the two people in front of him recently, it was really unpleasant.

With his hands folded, countless seals were formed in an instant, and Chen Zimeng grinned, "Heavenly Fire Burning Plains!"

Endless flames raged, and Peng Ji waved his hand to draw an arc in the air, "Split, Endless Wasteland!"

A small world like an independent space spread out in front of Peng Ji, instantly blocking Chen Zimeng's attack, countless flames were extinguished in an instant, but the temperature in the air was also slowly rising.

Ke Zhenchen didn't retreat for half a minute, on the contrary, he took a step forward, stretched out his hand and swung his long sword, and surrounded a sword flower, and a transparent sword wall in front of him immediately blocked the flames, and under the collision, it rumbled.

Chen Zimeng smiled, stretched his figure, and rushed into the distance, "Shadow Step!"

"Chen Zimeng, don't run if you have the ability!" Peng Ji shouted, and with a wave of his hand, two short blades slashed through the sky and stabbed towards Chen Zimeng.

Chen Zimeng turned back slightly, turned the sword in his hand, and broke the short blade, "Brother Peng, you don't have to send it!"

Ke Zhenchen didn't say much, not even half a sentence, with a sword in one hand, the breeze under his feet swayed, and his figure disappeared in an instant, chasing after Chen Zimeng.

But where did he catch up, Chen Zimeng beckoned from afar, and the sword pill that was originally hidden in the soil by him broke through the ground in an instant, and thousands of flying swords turned into a large circle, surrounding Ke Zhenchen and Peng Ji, and instantly closed the small circle, and the flying sword roared, slashing towards the two of them.

Before the surrounding monks could react, Chen Zimeng had already disappeared without a trace, Ke Zhenchen broke the flying sword in front of him without much effort, and stood in place and looked coldly at the direction in which Chen Zimeng disappeared, his face was calm.

Peng Ji stood not far away, sighing, the monk of the Green Snake Clan stepped forward, he thought about it, laughed, and then took the lead to leave.

Ke Zhenchen glanced back at Peng Ji and didn't speak, but he was still surprised in his heart, the Green Snake Clan had a Peng Ji with strong combat power, which surprised him.

Continuing to look at the place where Chen Zimeng disappeared, Ke Zhenchen was shocked in his heart, he could clearly sense that Chen Zimeng did not use all his strength, and even dealt with the attacks of the two of them with great ease.

Ke Zhenchen couldn't imagine how many moves he could resist if Chen Zimeng went all out.

Ke Zhenchen doesn't think he can win!

The Black Dragon Clan monks surrounded him, but Ke Zhenchen ignored it and left directly.

Chen Zimeng came to a remote corner, looked around, took off the sword cultivation and took a sip of wine.

"It's really unlucky, I met those two poor ghosts, isn't this delaying me from earning spirit stones?"

Laughing away, Chen Zimeng's face was full of disdain, "Two poor ghosts, they don't have half a spirit stone, they still have to fight me, who wants to deal with you!"

"Compared to spirit stones, you guys are a fart!"