Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Soul Bell

Meng Yunhu fell to the ground, his face was pale, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, if it weren't for Zhang Yanchen's clothes but a magic robe, I was afraid that it would be dyed a large area of red.

Everyone gasped, only to feel a strong incredibleness rising in their hearts, the same level, the same weapon, the opponent is still a male fairy.

But the result of the fact was that Meng Yunhu was defeated first, and even took off his weapon, and it seemed that he had no ability to shoot.

The Hua Ling Sword in Zhang Yanchen's hand was still shining brightly, holding it firmly in his hand.

The Hua Ling sword was on Meng Yunhu's neck, and Zhang Yanchen's face was also pale, but the situation was much better than Meng Yunhu.

Meng Yunhu smiled convincingly, raised his head to look at Zhang Yanchen, and said with special admiration: "It's me who lost, Miss Zhang is very powerful, Meng Yunhu is convinced." ”

Zhang Yanchen kept pursing her mouth, and when she saw him lose at this moment, her mood relaxed, and blood suddenly flowed from the corners of her mouth, and the blood flowed more and more, but she still stood upright.

Meng Yunhu looked at her like this and knew that she was actually injured, but she could endure it, she could endure it all the time, how much blood was in her mouth, so she couldn't swallow it and was forced to flow out.

The referee announced the winner or loser, Zhang Yanchen took back the Hualing Sword a little weakly, took out an elixir and took it, feeling the power of the medicine exerted in his body, and his face gradually improved.

Shi Xi and Trot Gollum both flew up and helped her down.

Zhang Yanchen waved his hand to indicate that he was fine, and after sitting down, he closed his eyes and cultivated, and began to adjust the immortal yuan in his body to heal his body that had suffered internal injuries.

It wasn't until she opened her eyes that Shi Xi and the others breathed a sigh of relief.

Before anyone else could say anything, Shi Xi scolded Zhang Yanchen for a long time, and the anger on his face was not fake at all.

After Zhang Yanchen listened to her scolding quietly, he personally brought her a cup of hot tea: "Dissipate your anger, there's nothing to be angry about, don't be angry." ”

"You said you, there are so many ways to easily defeat Meng Yunhu, you have to ...... You have to use brute force to fight him, you say you have a brain...... You...... You're mad at me. ”

Shi Xi was a little annoyed, but it was really because he was really worried about Zhang Yanchen that he would be like this.

Everyone chose to remain silent.

Zhang Yanchen got up and suddenly hugged Shi Xi, the smile on his face was extremely sincere, and said: "Xiaoxi, thank you for your care, I am not worrying you, I will definitely not be like this again in the future, you can rest assured." ”

"I'm just, just watching you vomit blood, I'm worried." Shi Xi felt that such a cold person was so angry with Zhang Yanchen, and he really regarded Zhang Yanchen as his bosom friend, even comparable to his sister.

Shi Xixiao stopped, Zhang Xinxin and Zhang Xianzong had nothing to say, trotted and smashed their mouths, and said helplessly: "Let Sister Shi finish what I want to say." ”

Zhang Yanchen's complexion has improved, although there are still some internal injuries in his body, but they are not too serious, and by the time the next game is played, the injuries have already healed for I don't know how long.

sat down to chat and watch the competition, and at this time, someone came over and said to Zhang Yanchen: "Sister Chen, my aunt is looking for you." ”

Everyone was stunned and fell silent.

Zhang Yanchen got up from his chair and said, "I'll go now." ”

trotted up and wanted to follow, but was stopped by Zhang Yanchen: "I'll come when I go, you don't have to follow." ”

Thinking about it, Zhang Lanshu is the elder of the Zhang family, and most of the reason why she asked her sister to go is because her sister is very good, and she thinks that she can cultivate well......

Zhang Yanchen walked towards the small houses not far away, these small rooms were for the representatives of each major sect or big family to rest and drink tea and wait.

You can't see the inside from the outside, you can see the outside from the inside, and on one side is a transparent glass, so you can clearly see the competition in the ring.

Zhang Yanchen stopped in front of the door of the hut and raised his hand to buckle the door panel: "Ancestor, uncle, Ember Dust is here." ”

"Come in." Zhang Lanshu's voice came out of the crack in the door.

Zhang Yanchen gently pushed open the door and found that the seemingly petite room was not small, but the space inside was not small, enough to accommodate five people, as well as a coffee table and two large sofas.

There were two people sitting in the room, one was Zhang Lanshu and the other was Zhang Wuye, facing the glass wall, watching the competition on the stage.

"Uncle, uncle." Zhang Yanchen waved his hands knowing the etiquette, and stood quietly aside.

Zhang Wuye glanced back at her and saw that her face was calm, but she was not arrogant, and she looked very polite.

Zhang Wuye patted Zhang Lanshu, and the two sat upright and looked at Zhang Yanchen.

"Sit down, you are the junior of the clan, it is a good thing that you are a young man, don't be afraid." Zhang Wuye said with a smile.

Zhang Yanchen answered, and sat down generously, but did not ask.

Zhang Wuye and Zhang Lanshu glanced at each other and were very satisfied with Zhang Yanchen's performance.

"Uncle Qian has cultivated you for fifty years, although it is a long time, but you are indeed a good seedling and very promising." Zhang Wuye looked very kind, and praised Zhang Yanchen as soon as he opened his mouth.

Zhang Yanchen thanked her softly, but still didn't ask them why they called her over.

Zhang Lanshu opened his mouth at this moment, and said directly: "Ember Chen, you came from the Nether Realm, I heard that you have only cultivated for three hundred and fifty years, and you still opened the Mortal Realm Enchantment. ”

"Yes." It's not a secret, Zhang Yanchen also feels that he should admit it generously.

"Then do you know the Soul Bell?" Zhang Lanshu suddenly asked.

Zhang Yanchen was stunned for a moment, looked up at Zhang Lanshu, and then shook his head: "Soul Bell? Haven't heard of it. ”

Zhang Wuye flipped his palm, and a small square box appeared in the palm of his hand, and said: "The Soul Condensing Bell is a medium-grade immortal weapon, and the use of the Soul Condensing Bell must have the most indifferent and cold and waveless heart, otherwise it will be eaten by the Soul Condensing Bell when you use it." This Soul Bell has been in our hands for hundreds of years, but no one can use it, and I have called you today to see if you can make this Soul Bell recognize its owner and become its new owner. ”

Zhang Yanchen was a little stunned when he heard the medium-grade immortal weapon, and when he saw the purple jade box in Zhang Wuye's hand, he knew that inside this box must be the soul condensing bell in their mouth, a magic weapon that can control the amazing power of the immortal weapon, but it can't control the amazing power of the evil monster.

Zhang Yanchen hesitated.

The purple jade box in Zhang Wuye's hand had already fluttered in front of Zhang Yanchen, and he was suspended and motionless.

Wealth is in danger, perhaps, this thing is useful for yourself......

Zhang Yanchen only hesitated for a moment, and then took the purple jade box.

Zhang Wuye and Zhang Lanshu watched her take it, and their hearts were slightly certain.

The three of them looked at each other, and they all saw uncertainty in their respective eyes, not sure that this soul condensing bell Zhang Yanchen could really control it.

Zhang Yanchen didn't want to think about it so much, she opened the box and saw the soul condensing bell lying quietly inside the box, a red gold bell as beautiful as a water droplet. (To be continued.) )