"Bah, why are these people so shameless."

"I'm embarrassed to say that I have a share in the sights, but I just want to rob it."

Zhang Yao and Qin Xue scolded angrily in a low voice, although Gao Shun did not speak, his fists were clenched tightly, and he looked restrained.

Whether it was the number of people or the cultivation, they were all compared.

Although he was angry at this time, he didn't dare to act rashly, so as not to suffer a big loss.

"Wang Wenhua, if you want to rob, just say it, don't say these disgusting words."

Gao Yi's face was ugly, if there was a real fight, these people would definitely be able to kill the four of them, unless......

Turning his gaze to Jingqing, although Gao Yi didn't know how strong the monk who had awakened the Tianwen was.

But according to reliable information, all the disciples of Tianfeng asked for the top five in terms of combat power, and those who were qualified to enter the inner gate had awakened Tianwen.

A monk with this kind of potential, the sect will not just ignore it.

Maybe you can use this to force Wang Wenhua back.

Following Gao Yi's line of sight, Wang Wenhua glanced at Jing Qing casually, didn't look closely, and sneered: "What, Gao Yi, do you think that one more monk who cultivates qi at the eleventh level can stop us?" ”

"That's right."

Jing Qing nodded, walked in front of Wang Wenhua, and said with a serious smile: "It's not that there is one more cultivator at the eleventh level of Qi cultivation, but only one of me can stop you." ”

Wang Wenhua was stunned at first, and then his face became gloomy.

"It's quite good to talk big, I see how much you have to do, it's so rampant."

As soon as the storage bag flipped over, a long knife of dark iron fell into his hand, and he swung it out with all his strength at Jing Qing.

The blade of cold light flickered, cutting through a semicircular arc, and the blades shot together, buzzing and shaking, slashing towards Jing Qing's chest.

Wang Wenhua seemed to be able to foresee the scene when Jing Qing was slashed by himself, screaming and wailing, and some monks around him cheered loudly for him.

"It's slow, it's weak."

At this moment, in the eyes of outsiders, a powerful knife is extremely weak in front of Jing Qing.

Simple and rough, without any charm, in his subconscious, he has completely ignored this knife, and he doesn't feel the slightest danger at all.

With the same knife, Senior Brother Wang Chunshui's casual gestures can completely suppress him.

There is no sword technique that contains its own thoughts, and it is no different from a mortal scooping a branch and waving it at will, and it is not a magical power at all.

"It's a pity, I didn't expect that in the first battle after comprehending the artistic conception, the level of the people who fought was so low."

Jing Qing raised his eyebrows slightly, raised his right hand neatly, stretched out a finger, and pointed forward casually, which was worthy of the blade of the long knife.

The next moment, the sword qi hidden in the body burst out with a bang.

The long knife stopped without warning, and the sword gang was almost completely offset by the sword qi.

The residual power blew a breeze that ruffled the long hair in front of Jing Qing's forehead, and a sky pattern flashed with a divine light.

The noise around him stopped abruptly, and face to face, Wang Wenhua's eyes showed a look of surprise and disbelief.

In an instant, he was snatched away by the fierce sword qi, and he couldn't afford the slightest thought of resisting.

"Your knife is too weak."

Without hesitation, Jing Qing's spiritual sense floated, urging the sword intent.

A trace of formless and qualityless sword intent poured into the sharp sword qi, and along the fingers, poured into the Xuantie long knife.

In just a few seconds, the long knife made of hard black iron in the whole body exploded to pieces because it could not withstand the invasion of the sword intent.

Fragments were scattered, silently nailed into the surrounding trees, mud and rocks, and disappeared.

"Is the sword intent too strong? It seems that a sword made of ordinary materials, without psychic, cannot store the artistic conception at all. ”

Not paying attention to Wang Wenhua on the other side, Jing Qing withdrew his fingers.

"It's impossible, it's just a monk who has practiced qi at the eleventh level, Senior Brother Wang has already practiced qi at the twelfth level of the Great Perfection, and he is only one step away from being able to build a foundation, how can he be defeated by him."

"Fake, it must be, the other party will definitely illusion this kind of evil magic."

The monk beside Wang Wenhua looked blank, and his face was distorted.

When Wang Wenhua slashed at Jingqing, they thought that the outcome of this battle was clear at a glance, and there was no suspense at all.

Jingqing will inevitably be killed by Wang Wenhua with one sword.

Because of the cultivation of the two, the gap is too big.

But in just a few seconds, that person, with only one finger, smashed Senior Brother Wang's knife into pieces, completely reversing the situation.

The strong contrast gives them the illusion of being in a dream.

"That, that's the sky pattern, you, you have already comprehended the artistic conception!"

Wang Wenhua's face was pale, and his mouth was astringent.

The hand holding the knife was cut by scattered fragments of dark iron, and blood flowed all over the hand, but it seemed that he didn't feel the slightest feeling, and looked at Jing Qing's forehead in a daze.

He had already regretted attacking Jing Qing.

As a cultivator of the twelfth layer of Qi cultivation and a monk who was preparing to go to the Heavenly Ladder to break through the level soon, Wang Wenhua knew much more things than Gao Yi.

Comprehend the artistic conception, and the sky pattern can be awakened.

The artistic conception is so terrible.

Being able to bridge the gap between several small cultivation realms, coupled with the increase of the Heavenly Pattern on the physical body, slaughtering a cultivator of the same level is as easy as slaughtering a dog.

And at such a young age, a monk who can comprehend the sword intent just by practicing the eleventh layer of qi and can use it at will is even more terrifying.

Such a genius, once the foundation is laid, will definitely join the inner door and enjoy the best resources and the best teachings.

As long as you don't fall halfway, you will definitely be a strong man who shocks the world in the future.

"Do you want to fight?"

Jing Qing asked softly, but in a pair of eyes, it was shiny and shiny, faintly murderous.

Wang Wenhua waved the knife mercilessly, which had completely angered him.

"No, I lost."

Wang Wenhua shook his head and simply admitted defeat.

"Then don't get out of here, if it weren't for the sake of you and me, I would have killed you a long time ago."

Jing Qing shook his fingers, and a shadow of an owl flashed away.

Next, the dense sword qi like raindrops covered the monk beside Wang Wenhua.

"Knock knock!"

There were a few dull sounds, and the dozen or so people gathered in a group were all stuffy in their chests, and they had an urge to vomit blood.

The protective robes woven from the spirit silk on his body were also damaged, and blood gushed out.

The monks looked at each other in shock, their weapons in their hands, and they retreated one after another, and then fled with their legs drawn.

Gao Yi and the five looked at this scene in disbelief, their eyes widened, full of stunned, as if they didn't know what to say.

How, how could it be!

Wang Wenhua, who was only one step away from building a foundation, and the seven or eight Qi cultivators who had at least ten layers of cultivation were taken away by a move?

Could it be that if you awaken the Celestial Pattern, you can obtain such terrifying power?

With such strength, this is definitely beyond the limit that a Qi cultivator can reach.

It's like a dream.