"I'm going to challenge you, and this is my challenge fee!"

Walking in front of An Cheng, the young man took out ten lower-grade spirit stones from the storage ring and handed them to him.

Since yesterday, it was the first time that An Cheng had met someone who politely brought the spirit stone to himself.

Those who don't have to do their best to just want to smash him to death are fine, and there are some who take advantage of the spirit stone to sneak attack directly, which can be said to be quite shameless.

After taking the spirit stone and putting it into the storage ring next to him, An Cheng held the broken knife in his hand and said in a deep voice: "Okay, let's start!"

"This is my weapon, called the Black Xuan Iron Rod, a high-grade spiritual weapon, and my cultivation is the Nine Levels of the Spirit Channeling Realm!" looked at An Cheng with a serious face, and the young man was serious.

Hearing his words, An Cheng was also stunned, then nodded, and his expression became serious.

Raising the broken knife in front of him, he stared at him and said in a deep voice.

"This knife is called the Dragon Slashing, it is cast by meteorite iron outside the sky, the blade is two feet six inches, the net weight is nine catties and seven taels, the hair is blown and broken, it is indestructible, and my cultivation is also nine levels of the spiritual realm!"

As he finished speaking, the young man opposite and the surrounding melon-eating crowd couldn't help but feel shocked.

"This man knows so much about his weapons?"

"In vain, I've always regarded my spiritual weapon as my life, but I didn't expect that I didn't understand it at all, and I didn't know how long it was......"

"No wonder this person's knife skills are so sharp, and he knows so much about the knife in his hand, he must be obsessed with knives and drunk with knives, amazing!"

......

Everyone sighed, and the young man's face was even more solemn, clenching the black long stick in his hand.

"I'm here I go!"

"Please!"

As An Cheng's words fell, the young man let out a low shout, and then raised his long stick and smashed it at An Cheng.

"Whew-"

The long stick cut through the air, a dull whistling sound sounded, and the dark blue spiritual power was wrapped around the long stick, and under the agitation, it was like a wave, pressing towards An Cheng's head.

On the side of An Cheng's footsteps, after avoiding the attack of the long stick, the qi in his body rotated, and the violent fire attribute spiritual power surged out, shrouding the blade like magma flowing.

"Boom, boom, boom......"

There was no crisp sound of metal clashing, it was all an explosion of spiritual power collision.

The young man held a long stick and waved it continuously, the momentum was heavy, and the pure spiritual power came out of his body, and the shadow of the stick filled the sky.

The spiritual power followed, and it directly evolved into a turbulent wave, sweeping and rolling, constantly rushing towards An Cheng, making people have no chance to breathe.

However, An Cheng was not inferior, and the knife in his hand continued to slash out quickly from a tricky angle, and the scorching spiritual power surged, forming a wave of fire.

"It's another incredible genius!"

Looking at the young man in front of him, An Cheng's eyes narrowed slightly, and he sighed secretly.

As soon as the other party came up, he checked the combat power, it was 9999, which represented the ninefold peak cultivation of the Spirit Attraction Realm.

Now after the fight, the other party has shown that his strength is no worse than that of Huo Huang'er before, and judging from his age, he is seventeen or eighteen years old.

He doesn't care about these people, but the potential powerhouses behind them.

can cultivate this kind of young powerhouse, except for a systematic hang-up like him, it can only be those big forces with good strength.

"Perhaps...... There are more Tenglong Secret Realm martial artists in Tian Yuan City now than I imagined!"

Just as An Cheng was thinking about this, the young man suddenly opened his mouth and said loudly: "I'm going to use martial arts!"

Seeing his honest behavior, An Cheng also wanted to laugh, but he didn't expect to meet such an honest child.

Then, the black-clothed boy withdrew his long stick, took two quick steps back, and jumped into the air.

"The waves are immeasurable!"

With a loud shout, the black-clothed young man opened his eyes, waved the long stick in his hand vigorously, and under the twisting of the pure spiritual power, it instantly condensed into a turbulent wave, and then suddenly rushed towards An Cheng.

At this moment, the combat power on the head of the young man in black also changed from 9999 to 16870.

Under the explosion of such a powerful force, the four Spirit Realm martial artists from before reappeared, laying a layer of enchantment around them.

However, at this moment, An Cheng took the initiative to greet him.

"Quick knife thirty-six style!"

After shouting, he then quickly swung his broken knife and slashed forward, and the scorching fire attribute spiritual power formed tongues of fire and entered the huge waves.

Although the water overcame the fire, under An Cheng's extremely fast attack, countless tongues of fire were staggered, and in the end, the huge wave was directly divided into countless pieces, and then collapsed.

Such a powerful force is comparable to the attack of a Spirit Realm martial artist, but before he could exert the slightest effect, he was forcibly split by An Cheng.

Everyone was shocked, and the young man in black was even more stunned.

But at this moment, a shout suddenly came from behind him: "Senior brother, come on, don't lose to him!"

Hearing the voice, the young man's face turned pale, a trace of perseverance flashed in his eyes, and then he said in a deep voice: "Next, I am going to perform the Heavenly Rank Martial Arts!"

After finishing speaking, without waiting for An Cheng to answer, he suddenly stepped back, and the pure spiritual power on his body was shrouded.

The next moment, his figure suddenly began to move, and his feet stepped on the mysterious steps.

And every time he took a step, there was pure spiritual power condensed into a wave under his feet, and then he actually stepped on these waves and walked directly into the air.

At the same time, the momentum on his body continued to rise, and his combat effectiveness increased.

When the black-clothed young man walked two feet above the ground, the momentum on his body also reached a peak, and at this time, the combat power above his head was 31965.

"Xuankun devours the waves!"

The green tendons on his neck burst out, and the black-clothed young man let out a loud shout, and then the pure spiritual power enveloping him began to spread and expand, eventually forming a huge giant kun.

"Boom!"

As the black-clothed young man smashed down with a stick, the giant kun opened its huge blood basin mouth in the midst of a black giant wave and rushed towards An Cheng.

At the same time, a powerful suction force came out of the giant kun's mouth, constantly pulling An Cheng's figure.

"Heaven-level martial arts, it's heaven-level martial arts again, is it that heaven-level martial arts are so worthless now?"

"Which powerful person is this?"

"I feel like I've been cultivating to dogs for decades......"

"Everyone is a Spirit Attracting Realm martial artist, why can they be so powerful?"

......

Everyone was shocked and said it was hard to accept.

However, An Cheng's face did not change, and he took the initiative to rush towards the giant kun again.

"Quick knife thirty-six style!"

With a loud shout, he swung his broken knife again and began to slash at the giant kun.

Waves of fire burst out and crisscrossed the light, and the scorching heat distorted the light.

Then, in the midst of everyone's bewilderment, the giant kun that seemed to be about to devour everything in the world was directly split by him again.

After the giant kun turned into a sky of spiritual power and dissipated into the air, An Cheng's figure also fell from mid-air.

Half-kneeling on one knee, he propped up his crumbling figure with his broken knife, gasping for air, his face pale, sweat pouring out, and he looked like he could collapse at any moment.

Of course, he pretended to do this.

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