Chapter 421: The Great Yan Heavenly Sword of the Great Perfection Realm

"Hmph, I can't help myself." The young man's eyes widened, but he didn't hesitate, and jumped out of the crowd directly.

He has just become a martial artist, and the internal force in his body is limited, but he can't deal with fierce beasts, but it is definitely not a problem to deal with an ordinary person who has not even refined his body.

After all, when he was in school, he relied on his talent and fighting experience was really extraordinary.

Whether the guy in front of him is looking at the pace or the posture of holding the wooden stick in his hand, he is obviously a waste material with no martial arts foundation at all, and he doesn't have to worry about anything at all.

He didn't even take out the war knife at his waist, but just watched the young man keep approaching quickly, his eyes playful.

Chen Hao's speed was getting faster and faster, and while he was accelerating, he was still shouting something.

Gradually, it was only twenty meters, ten meters, and finally only three meters away from the young man.

The young man smiled coldly and wanted to raise his hand.

But at this moment, his body suddenly stiffened, and his right hand, which was originally in his trouser pocket, was even trembling slightly, but he never took it out.

"Tsk, it's time to watch the show, Brother Feng is going to abuse children again."

"Hehe, captain, what level is our brother Feng now? I don't think he's a martial artist? Could it be ......"

The middle-aged man laughed when he heard this: "Yes, Xiao Feng just successfully promoted yesterday and became a second-level martial artist, this is still the credit of the Dianxing Academy, after the official admission, he mailed a hundred-year-old ginseng here, otherwise he was afraid that it would not be good for the foundation to be promoted too quickly, so he left more than half of it, hum, don't talk about the second-level martial artist, it is no problem even if it is third-level." ”

"A third-level martial artist? Damn, isn't that the same level as Lao Jiang, Brother Feng is really a real genius. ”

"What nonsense are you talking about here, don't take a good look at whose nephew it is, our captain's nephew, can that be compared to your bear child?"

Suddenly, everyone was shocked when they heard this, and at the same time they were envious in their hearts, they also offered a lot of words that were sloppy and patting.

The middle-aged man was proud in his heart and turned his attention to his nephew.

Finally, Chen Hao came to the front of the man known as Brother Feng, and the dead wood branch in his hand was raised high and was about to be chopped down.

"Captain, Brother Feng is too trusting, isn't it?"

At this time, a person suddenly said to the middle-aged man standing in front of him who was already frowning.

After all, the middle-aged man was the only innate martial artist in the entire team, so he naturally discovered this problem.

But he really couldn't understand what was going on, so he could only say loudly: "Xiao Feng, hurry up, we have to hurry up." ”

But there was no response.

He didn't see that the young man who was facing away from him at the moment was already covered with cold sweat on his forehead, his cheeks were white, and his lips were bitten into a purple patch. There was panic and fear in his eyes.

He stood still like this, letting the dead wood branches that were raised above his head slash down little by little, and finally directly on top of the young man's head, still without half a movement.

"What's going on?"

The middle-aged man was shocked, and he didn't care about anything, he stepped forward with an arrow, and immediately saw the look on his nephew's face, he was not a fool, and glanced at Chen Hao, who had already shown excitement in his eyes, and his face suddenly became gloomy.

Chen Hao obviously didn't let go of the young man who was making noise and insulting in his ears just now, and the wooden stick in his hand slashed horizontally, and once again slapped the young man's face.

The middle-aged man's eyes were cold, and his figure suddenly crossed a short distance, came to Chen Hao's side, and grabbed the dilapidated and withered yellow branch.

The left hand was not idle, and a strong condensation of true qi in the palm of his palm was about to slap towards the kid in front of him who didn't know the depth.

"Hmph"

A cold snort came, as if it sounded in the bottom of my heart, making the middle-aged body, which was originally going to continue, stiffen, and suddenly stunned on the spot.

The next moment, the middle-aged man was shocked to find that his body had suddenly become extremely stiff, and the palm that had been about to be stretched out was also stopped in mid-air, and he could no longer make any movements.

"This ...... What's going on? ”

The middle-aged man shouted loudly in his heart, but his lips trembled but he couldn't say half a word.

The branch that was held trembled and trembled, and finally seemed to notice the strangeness of the other party as well, Chen Hao broke the middle-aged palm with a smile, and took out this branch that was even more yellow than just now, without the slightest intention of stopping, and looked at the young man's face.

Even if Chen Hao's physical strength is not great, and they are all martial artists who have already undergone body refining and officially entered qi refining, but standing still and letting the other party fight at will, the red marks that quickly appeared on his face needless to say, but the humiliation in his heart was enough to make people crazy.

"Boss!"

"Captain! , little rabbit, die! ”

A prismatic dart that condensed with internal force and brought a burst of air-breaking sound was directly thrown over.

But Chen Hao obviously didn't notice that over there, and still looked at the motionless wooden stake in front of him with an excited face.

"Alright, let's go!"

Everyone didn't see clearly how Chen Han came to Chen Hao's side, as if it was just a blink of an eye, this young man dressed in white seemed to appear there directly, as if he had never changed his position.

Stretched out his hand, directly caught the hidden weapon of the pale cyan internal force, raised his hand and threw it away, and turned his head and left with Chen Hao, who was obviously a little unsatisfied.

"Stop!"

A voice sounded, Chen Han turned his head, it was one of the people in the previous team.

His gaze was cold, and with a hint of impatience, it was okay to play casually with this group of people, but he didn't want to keep pestering like this, otherwise, Chen Han wouldn't mind shooting him to death directly.

"What the hell did you do with our captain and Brother Feng? I tell you, killing your compatriots is a grave crime, but it will go to court. Seeing Chen Han's impatient eyes, the martial artist obviously shrank his neck, and most of his original momentum was scattered.

Chen Han smiled and turned back again.

No one noticed that a faint white true qi shrank rapidly from the ground, and then quickly disappeared beside Chen Han like an invisible light.

It was the Great Yan Heaven Interception Sword that had reached the Great Perfection level.

After reaching the highest level, the Great Yan Heaven Interception Sword has many wonderful uses, and it is only one of the inconspicuous ones like today.

(End of chapter)