"Hey, hey!"

It's wonderful!

God has given you a chance, and I see how rampant you will be later.

Chen Xun raised his head and grabbed Chen Ping with a fierce look.

Chen Tong and Chen Yiru glanced at each other and sat on the Taishi chair at the edge of the square.

"The juniors retired first."

Chen Dieyu, who had a bye, twisted her body, turned to the stage, and stood side by side with Chen Xintong.

"Dieyu, you're in luck."

Chen Xintong smiled dotingly.

"No matter who I draw, I'm not afraid."

Chen Dieyu raised her eyebrows, and the corners of her mouth curled slightly.

There is a lot of confidence between the lines.

Chen Xintong echoed: "Let's leave the surprise in the end, when the time comes, the winner of the first round may admit defeat in despair!" ”

The whole square is piled up with Liujin wall stones, and the length and width are 50 zhang each.

The Liujin Wall Stone is a first-order ore with a special material and good resistance to low-level spells.

This large space is enough for Qi cultivators to play.

Chen Ping and Chen Xun stood north and south.

The atmosphere is tense and on the verge of eruption.

"Dabi's rules, you must be familiar with them."

Chen Tong paused, and then said, "Treasures such as second-level talismans, heavenly fire thunderballs, high-level puppets, and other treasures that are beyond the scope of the Qi Cultivation Realm are not allowed to be used. ”

In short, like the best magic weapons, first-level talismans are allowed.

When cultivating the truth, the monk competes not only in the realm, the exercises or the combat experience.

All kinds of magic weapons outside the body, auxiliary things are also very important.

Naturally, treasures that are too unfair are absolutely forbidden.

"In the competition, don't deliberately hurt the opponent's life and Daoji, otherwise you will never be spared!"

In the end, Chen's call was accompanied by a strong warning.

Cannibalism is a felony.

The continuation of the lineage is a family infighting after all, and they are not mutually incompatible.

"Let's get started!"

Chen Tong took a sip of tea, and his faint voice spread throughout the entire hall.

"Boom!"

I only heard Chen Ping smile cruelly, the spiritual power on his body flickered, and the whole person turned into a phantom.

In the blink of an eye, there was no trace of the place.

"Smack!"

Hearing a crisp sound, Chen Xun covered his face and glared angrily.

"He slapped Chen Xun in the face?"

"I'll just say, Chen Ping, this little ghost is a maverick and a thorn!"

The audience was in an uproar!

Even the two Zhuji who were high above also frowned.

Such humiliation of opponents has never appeared in previous family competitions.

"You... You..."

Chen Xun's fingers trembled, pointing at Chen Ping, unable to speak for a long time.

After the ancestor worship ceremony, only a dozen or so of the hundreds of clansmen left.

The rest are on the lookouts.

This Chen Ping is tantamount to humiliating him in front of all the clansmen!

"How am I?"

Chen Ping sneered and said jokingly: "The competition has begun, if you are a hostile monk, you are already a dead man!" ”

Under the square.

Five deacons sat cross-legged on the ground.

"This kid is like a mortal martial artist, fierce and rude!"

Chen Qiudong smoothed his beard with a smile and quipped.

"If there is a gap, you shouldn't slap people in public! I think Chen Ping is narrow-minded and can't become a climate. ”

The person who answered was an obese old man with a large build.

He is Chen Xintong's biological father, Chen Jinsong, the deacon of Zhixingtang.

"What Brother Jinsong said is true, Shi can be killed but not humiliated, this Chen Ping is too angry, if everyone learns from him, my Chen family will not be messed up in the future?"

The strange one who opened his mouth was a middle-aged man with a goatee.

This person is Chen Leining, the deacon of the Law Enforcement Hall.

Chen Xun is his subordinate, and he has a lot of filial piety on weekdays, so of course he has to maintain it.

Chen Yu of the Foreign Affairs Hall and Chen Nongyue, the deacon of the Chuangong Hall, squinted their eyes slightly and did not comment.

On the stage, Chen Xun came to his senses, and hatred was surging in his chest like a tide.

"Kill!"

Chen Xun flipped his hand and slapped it, and a three-foot wooden sword came out of thin air.

The appearance is unremarkable, but the blade of the sword is covered with a layer of black thunder and lightning, looming.

"Millennial Pear Wood Sword."

Chen Ping's pupils froze.

Two years ago, when he went to the family treasury to exchange for spirit swords, Chen Yiru had displayed two superb magic weapons.

One is his Earth Flame Sword, and the other is this Pear Wood Sword.

This sword is made of thousand-year-old pear wood that has been struck by lightning, and the additional lightning attribute attack when driven can temporarily paralyze enemies.

The thousand-year-old Thunderwood Sword costs 2,800 contribution points, which is a grade higher than the Earth Flame Sword.

It can be seen that in terms of power alone, this sword is far above the Earth Flame Sword.

"I didn't expect the Limu sword to be replaced by you."

Chen Ping said calmly, and with a call of his right hand, a wave of heat waved, and the Earth Flame Sword appeared.

"Tsk, two superb magic weapons!"

"Which one of the descendants is not worth a lot, what is the surprise!"

"Hehe, it's interesting now, it's just a fight, and both sides have come up with such sharp weapons!"

The discussion is boiling, and the side clansmen say a word, and I say a word, and they talk about it with relish.

Within the Chen family, the major collateral systems belong to the bottom.

Not to mention the best magic weapons, even the best magic weapons are not rare things that everyone has.

"The sword moves the mountains and rivers!"

Chen Xun silently recited the mantra, and the pear wood sword automatically flew up, holding the hilt of the sword, and a beam of brilliant sword light twisted horizontally towards Chen Ping.

His resentment towards Chen Ping had reached its peak, and his shot was a proud spell, the Purple Mountain Sword Technique.

The Purple Mountain Sword Technique is a high-level technique of the Red Grade, which was created by a foundation-building ancestor named Chen Zishan of the family four hundred years ago.

After Chen Xun obtained the sword technique, he cultivated diligently, and he had broken through the realm of Xiaocheng many years ago.

Today, it is only half a step away from Dacheng.

"Flame Splitting Palm!"

Chen Ping was calm and unhurried, mobilizing Sancheng Fire Spiritual Power to gather in his palms.

After a few breaths, wisps of flame climbed up.

Taking advantage of the rapid rise of the fire, he pressed violently, and his spirit followed.

Both fists slammed between the sword lights.

"Boom!"

Where the two fought, more than a dozen spiritual energy vortices were formed, and if it weren't for the fact that the ground was paved with Liujin wall stones, I don't know how many cracks would have been blown out with this blow.

After the two figures separated, Chen Xun was shocked by the power of the Split Fire Palm, and retreated to the edge of the square before he could stabilize the impact.

But Chen Ping on the other side was as steady as Mount Tai, his face was ruddy, and he was not affected by the sword qi at all.

"How is that possible!"

Chen Xun was frightened and exclaimed unconsciously.

This sword was equivalent to eighty percent of his strength, but it couldn't bring any harm to Chen Ping.

You know, the Flame Splitting Palm is only a mid-level spell!

"This Split Fire Palm is almost instantaneous, and Ping'er is afraid that he has cultivated tens of thousands of times in private."

A hint of surprise crossed Chen Tong's eyes and commented.

"The Split Fire Palm of the Dacheng Realm can barely be regarded as a hole card in the Qi Cultivation Realm."

Chen Yiru is still sulking, not salty or light.

Chen Ping gave outsiders the impression that he was an ascetic, and it was not surprising that he could learn a low-level technique of the Dacheng realm.

But they didn't know that this was Chen Ping's deliberate clumsiness, delaying the casting speed for a short while.

Otherwise, with Chen Xun's fledgling fighting experience, he would not be able to react at all.

That Chen Zishan Ancestor was only a cultivator in the late stage of foundation building, and he was just quite talented in swordsmanship.

The swordsmanship he created, in Chen Ping's eyes, had too many flaws.

As a post-scholar, Chen Xun is even more flawed.

It is better to bully the small than the big.