Chapter 1297 Hanchen's extreme shock

"Don't be talented Dong Fangyue, I also want to ask the Golden Rain Sword Saint for advice......

In the crowd, a middle-aged man with extraordinary momentum walked steadily onto the proud sword platform.

That Xichengfeng was defeated by the Golden Rain Sword Saint Shen Chao in public with just one sword, and in order to maintain the majesty of the Holy Gate, Dong Fangyue stepped forward without giving in, intending to redeem the embarrassment.

Shen Chao raised his eyes lightly, and replied in an indifferent tone, "Dong Jiansheng's name, Shen has heard of it a long time ago. Since Dong Jiansheng is so interested, he is willing to fight with him. ”

Compared to Xicheng Feng, Shen Chao's tone almost did not change at all.

Seemingly polite words, in fact, full of indifference.

"Buzz ......"

The icy cold wind rose slowly, and the sand and dust on the proud sword platform flew everywhere. The fierce momentum was released from Dong Fangyue's body.

However, at this moment, an imposing figure flashed from the sky.

"Stop it!"

The heavy shouts of rage made everyone's eardrums tremble like thunder.

"Elder Akamatsu ......"

Everyone on the sidelines was stunned, only to see that the person who came was Elder Chisong.

This Elder Chisong and the Golden Rain Sword Saint are old acquaintances, and the two of them had presided over the Thousand Veins Martial Arts Competition of the Centennial Ceremony together with the Yuxiu Palace Master of the Phantom Heaven Sect.

And among this Holy Gate, Elder Akamatsu is also a relatively authoritative high-level elder.

Chi Song hung in the sky above the Proud Sword Terrace, his eyes swept over the bodies of Xicheng Feng and Dong Fangyue successively, and he couldn't help frowning. He said in a loud voice.

"The Great Elder has ordered that no Sword Saint Elder in this sect shall be rude to the Golden Rain Sword Saint. Don't challenge the Golden Rain Sword Saint without authorization. In addition......"

Chi Song's gaze turned to Shen Chao on top of the giant sword and said, "At noon in a month's time, the Guiyuan Sword Saint will go to the appointment on time. ”

"Boom!"

As soon as these words came out, the audience was suddenly agitated and noisy.

At the same time, the faces of the vast majority of people showed a strong look of expectation.

That is, a month later. As the two most influential sword saints of the Nine Heavens Pavilion and the Holy Gate, there will be a duel. This scene is not something that can be seen just by looking at it.

The order of the Great Elder of the Holy Gate was also very timely.

Xicheng wind, Dong Fangyue, the two Holy Gate Sword Saints, retreated from the field with a little dissatisfaction.

"It's good that the Guiyuan Sword Saint can go to the appointment. Shen Chao said lightly.

Chi Song nodded, and then raised his hand slightly, "Golden Rain Sword Saint, this door has prepared a good guest room for you to rest." ”

"No need, I'll just wait here. ”

"This ......"

But seeing Shen Chao's resolute look, Chi Song also knew that it was the same if he said more, so he had to stop insisting. "Okay then, I'll send a few disciples over here to receive you later, and if you have any orders, you can give them an explanation!"

Shen Chao bowed slightly, then closed his eyes and entered a state of meditation and recuperation.

The golden drizzle that lingered around him gradually returned to calm.

......

The people of the Holy Gate who had gathered at Ling Jian Peak dispersed in a noisy chatter.

After being shocked by the sword that the Golden Rain Sword Saint defeated Xicheng Feng, what everyone was looking forward to was the battle between the two Sword Saints a month later.

Leaving Ling Jian Peak, on the way to the mountain behind the Tianxuan Palace, Han Chen kept repeating Shen Chao's powerful earth-shattering sword in his mind.

The power of that sword is truly amazing.

And Han Chen, who has a unique insight into swordsmanship, seems to have faintly grasped a little aura before. But that aura was fleeting, and soon disappeared without a trace, leaving only fragments that Hanchen could not understand.

At this moment, Han Chen really wanted to find the Golden Rain Sword Saint and ask for advice about sword cultivation.

But when he thinks about it, he knows that it is almost impossible to ask Shen Chao to mention something. After all, no sword saint would casually tell others the meaning of swordsmanship that he had comprehended, unless it was the other party's personal disciple.

While pondering, Hanchen had already come to the back mountain of the Tianxuan Palace.

The endless lush mountains are like the dragon prostrate on the ground.

The abundant fairy mist is swirling, vast as a sea of smoke, just like that fairyland on earth. In the distance of the mountains, the roars of several unknown beasts can be heard from time to time, which makes this beautiful area full of mystery.

Hanchen's eyes swept over and he could barely see a few people.

Even if there were, they were all in distant areas, and only a few small black dots could be faintly identified.

This kind of quiet environment is what Hanchen prefers, at least when he is cultivating, he will not be disturbed by anyone.

Hanchen flew over the mountains, intending to find a suitable place to practice.

Suddenly, a lake appeared in the area about two miles ahead, and the clear clear water was surrounded by a lush jungle of towering giant trees, with a beautiful environment and pleasant scenery, like a paradise.

"There it is......"

Hanchen's body moved, and he swept towards that side.

Just as Hanchen arrived there, he found a faint breath.

The cultivation of the Heavenly Realm?

Han Chenjun raised his eyebrows slightly, is there such a weak existence among the disciples of the Holy Gate?

When Hanchen recognized it clearly, he was stunned. I saw a little boy squatting by the lake, and this little boy was only five or six years old.

It was a very cute boy with delicate features and a pair of large bright eyes staring intently at his little hands.

......

It is not surprising that a child appears in the Holy Gate.

After all, among the tens of thousands of genius disciples of this Holy Gate, there are men and women who have become Taoist couples. The Holy Gate is not opposed to the combination of male and female disciples of this sect, after all, those who can enter the head of this martial arts holy land are all extremely talented.

If good parents are combined, then their children will naturally inherit a good pedigree. That's not a bad thing.

Therefore, there is no shortage of cases in the Holy Gate where Taoist couples give birth to children and practice together. It's just that Hanchen doesn't usually pay attention to it.

......

However, what really surprised Hanchen was that a five or six-year-old child, no matter how strong his talent was, no matter how good his bloodline was. It is also impossible to have the cultivation of the Heavenly Realm.

Moreover, the little boy by the lake had already reached the late stage of the Tongtian Realm in his cultivation.

Think about when I was five or six years old, I was still holding my parents and being coquettish. This little boy already has such strength, just thinking about it, it feels incredible.

The little boy didn't notice Hanchen's arrival, and was still engrossed in staring at his cute little hands.

Hanchen looked at it carefully, and when he saw the other party's movements at the moment, he once again showed a look of shock.

I saw that in the center of the little boy's hands, there was a ball of crystal clear water suspended in it.

"Gollum ......"

The water balloon kept changing into various shapes between his little hands. One will be a sphere, one will be a cube, and one will be in the shape of a bunny......

"What is this?"

Rao is Hanchen was stunned, this little guy's control of Wu Yuanli was even more accurate than some masters of immortal realm cultivation.

Hanchen rubbed his eyes again, confirming that he was not mistaken.

It is indeed a five or six-year-old boy who has the cultivation of the late stage of the Tongtian Realm, and the accuracy of his control of Wu Yuanli is not inferior to the martial cultivation of the strength of the Immortal Realm.

Hanchen secretly exclaimed, what kind of parents can give birth to such an excellent child?

......

"Roar!"

Suddenly, a low roar of a fierce beast came in.

The little boy who was affected was startled, and the water balloon in front of him exploded with a "pop", and the cool water splashed him in the face.

The little boy wiped the splash from his face and quickly turned around.

"Bang!"

The giant tree snapped and the tree fell.

In the next moment, a behemoth tens of meters tall trampled on the trees.

Han Chen raised his eyebrows, only to see that this was a 'ghost-faced mandrill' beast, with the strength of about two realms. Definitely not something that the little boy could handle.

But Hanchen didn't mean to make a move, because although the little boy's expression was nervous, he didn't have the slightest hint of fear. This made Hanchen want to see what he was capable of, daring to face the ghost-faced mandrill and not be in danger.

"Roaring ......"

The ghost-faced mandrill stared at the little boy by the lake with a fierce look, and the foul saliva flowed down its sharp fangs.

The little boy's childish face tightened, and his figure slowly retreated.

"Roar!"

The ghost-faced mandrill had a huge mouth, and a thick shock wave swept out. Suddenly, the sand flew away, and the ground soil was hung off a thick layer. The wide surface of the water set off layers of fierce waves.

The little boy put his hands in front of him, but he didn't take a few steps back.

Han Chen, who was secretly observing, was even more surprised, the shock wave launched by the ghost-faced mandrill was not something that the Tongtian Realm could resist.

But soon, Hanchen found out the reason. There was a faint aura suspended on the little boy's body, and that aura was like a shadow of sand and mist, like a rainbow lingering outside his body, solid as gold, completely blocking all his power out.

"The best god armor?"

Seeing this scene, Hanchen once again showed a shocked face, and even more convinced that the little boy's parents were not ordinary people. Even in the Holy Gate, there are only a handful of people who can get the best artifact.

Although the best divine armor blocked the power shockwave of the ghost-faced mandrill, the little boy was still knocked to the ground by the opponent's momentum and fell into the water.

The little boy quickly got up, ignoring his wet body, took out a sharp sword, and faced the ghost-faced mandrill in front of him.

The length of the sword exceeded the height of the little boy.

The two small hands held the hilt of the sword tightly, the blade of the sword pointed at the ghost-faced mandrill, gritted his teeth, and said, "I'm not afraid of you, come over if you have the ability!"

A sharp sword, exuding a little starlight.

Looking at the sword in the little boy's hand, Hanchen's pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a pinpoint, his eyes were wide open, and his face was full of disbelief.

Starlight Sword!

This is what I gave to Yu Fenglan at the beginning......