Looking at the several figures that appeared in the sky, Jian Wuchen did not have the slightest surprise.

"Now that you're here, why don't you show up now?"

"Do you want me to invite you out?" Jian Wuchen held the bronze long sword, looked around and said indifferently.

It was when everyone was puzzled, obviously not understanding the meaning of Jian Wuchen.

There were several figures around one after another, and the cultivation was all a holy realm.

It can be seen that he is now eyeing the inheritance of this holy tomb.

It is really not only the Confucian sages, but also the ancestors of all families and ethnic groups in front of them.

"Hehe, I really didn't expect that I would be able to enter the holy realm in twenty years, and I was really terrible. ”

"But with this, I plan to monopolize the inheritance of the Holy Sepulchre, I'm afraid it's a little unqualified. The ancestors who were above the surroundings looked at Jian Wuchen and said with a smile.

Although these ancestors kept a smile on their faces, their eyes were locked on Jian Wuchen.

He never moved a single bit, for fear that Jian Wuchen would do something.

After all, the shadow of a person's famous tree has to be guarded against.

"I don't care to fight for the inheritance of the Holy Sepulchre, I just want to take that kid from my family. ”

"After I take it away, whether it's chance or inheritance, it's all up to you. Jian Wuchen said that, and walked towards the Holy Sepulchre.

But before Jian Wuchen could take two steps, there were several blades and spiritual weapons in front of him.

"What do you mean by this, don't you believe me?" Jian Wuchen asked as he looked at the Saint Realm monks around him.

"Hehe, it's not that I can't trust your sword dustless reputation. ”

"Who let you not know that you Jian Wuchen said nothing? Naturally, you won't self-destruct the signboard. ”

"Then what do you mean now, why am I on my way?" Jian Wuchen's sword intent gradually increased, and he asked with a frown.

"Who doesn't know now that Su Chen has obtained the Holy Sepulchre Inheritance?"

"In my opinion, taking Su Chen away is fake! Snatching the Holy Sepulchre Inheritance is true!" one of the Confucian Saint Realm monks spoke.

"Do you say it again?" Jian Wuchen was covered with sword intent until he locked onto the other party.

"Am I not right what I said now?" the other party did not fear the sword intent of Jian Wuchen, but said playfully.

After hearing the words of this Confucian Holy Realm cultivator, everyone nodded in agreement.

The reason why these Holy Realm monks appeared here right now was naturally for the Holy Sepulchre's inheritance.

After all, these Saint Realm cultivators had also reached a bottleneck and were unable to break through to a higher level of cultivation.

Now it is also hoped that the power of the Holy Sepulchre's inheritance can be used to break through the bottleneck.

Because of this, how could it be possible to let Jian Wuchen take Su Chen away now?

"Then according to what you mean, do you have to do it?" Jian Wuchen asked coldly.

"It doesn't have to be done, now just let us enter it and take Su Chen out. ”

"Hehe, that's a nice thing to say, who knows what you're going to do?" said the old madman standing beside Jian Wuchen disdainfully.

"When do you have the qualifications to speak madly?" said the Saint Realm cultivators, looking at the old madman with displeasure.

"Am I wrong about what I said? If Su Chen is still alive now, is he planning to forcibly take the inheritance from the Holy Sepulchre?" the old madman said without fear at all.

If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't beat the other party now, the old madman would have done it a long time ago.

In fact, the old madman was right, in the eyes of these Holy Realm monks.

All he cared about was inheritance, and he didn't care whether Su Chen was alive or dead now.

Even if Su Chen survived, he would use means to get Su Chen to hand over the inheritance.

Although Jian Wuchen had some means, he was surrounded by dozens of Saint Realm cultivators.

What can Jian Wuchen do?And after Bei Yanrui and the others noticed this, they looked at their father and emperor expectantly.

"Hey, it looks like there's no way to help the boss. After rubbing Bei Yanrui's head dotingly, Bei Yan Wu stood up and said.

"After all, Su Chen was in the Holy Tomb and took care of Wu'er, so how could he turn a blind eye?" Song Lian said with a smile on his back.

"This kind of thing, how can you miss me? Canglan, can't you make a move?" Ying Weiyang looked at Canglan and asked.

"Now if they make a move on the boss, I will naturally make a move, and I don't need you to talk nonsense. Canglan looked at Ying Weiyang dissatisfiedly and said, originally Canglan planned to leave here.

But now, because of Win Weiyang, he can only stand up.

"You four holy monarchs, do you really want to be our enemies?" the Confucian sage asked solemnly as he looked at the four of Ying Weiyang.

"Naturally I don't want to, but who made Jian Wuchen our boss?"

"What's more, Su Chen is the eldest brother recognized by Wu'er, do you say we can't make a move?" Bei Yanwu twisted his neck and smiled.

Four extremely powerful auras emerged from the four Holy Monarchs of Northern Iwawu.

"Don't get out of the way now, I promise that your family will lose several times the number of generals!"

"Don't think that the Holy Realm powerhouses are amazing, ask these Confucian saints, how they were dumped by me in the first place!" said the old madman as he looked at the ancestors around him.

After hearing the words of the old madman, the Confucian sage's face was a little embarrassed.

After all, the events of that year seem to be still vivid.

"Gun crazy! Do you know what you're talking about! Could it be that you're threatening the old man now?" the ancestors of all ethnic groups looked at the old madman with displeasure and scolded.

"What can I do if I treat it as a threat? I have the ability to try it? I am crazy and never say empty words!"

The old madman was full of fighting spirit at the moment, which surprised these ancestors.

After all, no one really thought that in such a situation.

There are still people who dare to stand on Jian Wuchen's side, in fact, Jian Wuchen himself is also a little surprised.

looked at the old madman beside him, and the four Beiyan Martial Arts behind him.

The corners of Jian Wuchen's mouth rose slightly, but then he shook his head.

"Are you trying to stop me now?" Jian Wuchen asked coldly.

"Nonsense! Unless you promise to hand over the Holy Sepulchre Inheritance, how can you be allowed in!" the Confucian sage said displeased.

"Hehe, it's kind of interesting. ”

"I'm really curious, who gave you the assurance that you can stop me?" Jian Wuchen couldn't help but laugh as he looked at the Saint Realm cultivators around him and asked.

"Why? Just because I'm a sword master, I don't weigh ......."

"Poof!"

Before everyone could react, the Confucian sage who had spoken so much before looked at the sword mark in front of him in disbelief.

Then he looked at Jian Wuchen even more in horror, and under the bronze long sword hanging in Jian Wuchen's hand.

Blood soaked through the mud, but the blood stains did not stain the bronze sword in the slightest.

"Whether or not I'm a Juggernaut is unknown. ”

"But I know now that the Saint Realm cultivators also bleed?" Jian Wuchen said playfully.

"Jian Wuchen!you! Do you really think that we won't dare to make a move?!" The remaining Confucian saints looked at Jian Wuchen angrily and scolded.

"Then let's go together, Beiyan Martial Arts is crazy, you don't want to shoot!"

"I want to see how good the so-called Confucian sages are!" Jian Wuchen said with a shout from the bronze sword in his hand.