Once, when he faced such a powerful enemy, his reaction was completely opposite to that of these young disciples, without experience, there would be no future, and without future, there would be no destiny, and it was precisely because of this that he would choose to come to the Xuantian Holy Gate, the first sect in the north, with Elder Qingfeng, and he would choose to experience in the fire dragon clouds. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

It's just that he doesn't understand why there are many boring people in every sect, and why there are always some people in every sect who can't get used to other disciples.

If he could, he just wanted to use this sect as a backer, as a starting point for him to rush to the other two major sects in this Yaochi Holy Land, no matter how slow his cultivation was, let alone three years, even five years would not help.

But he couldn't wait so long, and his Emperor Xuan couldn't wait so long, the territory in the east, the climate and resources in the east were far greater than those in the north, and its major sects were also many times stronger than the Xuantian Holy Gate.

As early as before, when he met the patriarch, a powerhouse of the Dragon Pattern Realm realm, the strength of his breath and spiritual power fluctuations was completely different from those people in the Dragon Pattern Realm that he had encountered in the spirit lake outside.

What a powerful man this is, this is a patriarch who shocks him and makes him worship enough!

In the Great War Holy Land, in the Savage Continent, he had never encountered such a strong person, nor did he really perceive from his heart that it was not easy for this strong man to cultivate, if it weren't for today, I am afraid he would still have always believed that cultivation was the only way out.

It's just that the only difference between people is in ideas.

A good idea determines a person's life, and a bad idea is enough to ruin a person's life.

Looking at the young disciples around him with a sneering face, Jiang Chen walked into the residential area with an expressionless face, the spiritual power fluctuations on these disciples were undoubtedly close to the Danxuan Realm, but none of them really stepped into this realm.

Among the disciples under the names of the thirteen elders, only Zhou Kang, who met at the beginning, had that strength and courage.

At night, a light moon hung in the faint starry sky, Jiang Chen gently pushed open the window, staring at the cold wind outside the window, and before the fingers on the window shook a few times, snowflakes had fallen on the fingertips.

At this moment, in the grass below, Jiang Chen's eyes were immediately attracted to the past, and the grass was squirming, and little by little there seemed to be a sound of insects, trembling out of the grass.

Jiang Chen laughed, the strange figure in the grass couldn't escape his sharp eyes even though it was with the help of this dim ending, and the spiritual power fluctuations represented the realm of a person's cultivation.

There were not insects in the grass, but a man lurking there to prevent anyone from spotting.

At the end of this day, Jiang Chen also understood that this kid was here to deal with him, it seemed that he was in the council hall before, and all the sincere words were pretended, if he didn't teach him a good lesson, if he didn't give him a long memory, then there would be trouble in the future.

Besides, he doesn't have much time.

Thinking of this, Jiang Chen immediately closed the window, he turned around, lay on the bed, his eyes slowly closed, and the rapid and somewhat whispering footsteps outside the door stopped at the door, like a finger poking the door.

There was no response from inside the door, the door was gently pushed open, and a voice crept in, turned and closed the door.

Jiang Chen didn't speak, nor did he open his eyes, he was lying on the bed with his body closed, half of his body in the bed, as if he was not sleeping well, and he was slowly snoring.

The man walked to the edge of the bed with a soft tweezer and took out a sharp blade from his bosom with one hand and held it in the palm of his hand.

Looking at Jiang Chen's sleeping appearance, his heart was anxious, the anger in his eyes was erupting, and he said in a low voice: "Jiang Chen, Jiang Chen, you stinky boy, if it weren't for you, if you didn't sue me, I wouldn't have been blamed by my father, if I didn't kill you today, I would write the two words of ancient style upside down, and I would fall downstairs directly!"

The vicious voice whispered in his mouth, afraid of waking Jiang Chen up, and put one hand under his nostrils, carefully identifying the frequency of the breathing sound.

In a few seconds, the indifferent face was full of resentment, one hand seemed to be pinching Jiang Chen's neck, and a knife slowly went down Jiang Chen's neck until it reached the heart, gritting his teeth, and stabbing it suddenly.

"Poof!" blood splattered, and a strong smell of blood permeated the four directions.

He laughed, but the smile didn't last long, and the shocked eyes made him look at Jiang Chen on the side.

The sharp blade stayed above his chest, Jiang Chen's hand held the blade, and the blood slowly flowed down the five fingers, dripping onto the quilt, and the blood was viscous as if white points of light flowed out of the wound.

This is the proof of the peak strength of the powerhouses of the Danxuan Realm, and it is also the strength to have the ability to step into the Dragon Pattern Realm.

It was not so much that Gu Feng was shocked by Jiang Chen's sobriety, but rather that he was actually shocked by the countless small points of light in Jiang Chen's palm, and the spiritual power fluctuations contained in each point of light were enough to make a disciple in the Tianzun realm go crazy.

This not only proves the disparity in the strength of the two, but also shows that he and Jiang Chen are no longer on the same horizon.

If you want to kill him, if you want to take his head, it is absolutely impossible if you are not strong.

What's more, it is impossible for a person to be awake when he is asleep, but Jiang Chen can, when he has just confirmed that he is asleep, even if he is woken up by pain, it is only a matter of time.

But Jiang Chen is different, he is extremely sensitive to the sense of crisis by nature, and he has already sensed the existence of the killing machine when the knife is pulled out, but he didn't say it, and Gu Feng didn't know that he was already sober.

Using soul perception to perceive the movements of the ancient style, he grabbed the blade with his excellent reflexes.

Although it is inevitable that he will be injured a little, the pain of this injury is nothing to him, but he can use this action to shock the ancient wind.

"You.. Didn't you sleep to death?" Gu Feng said in disbelief.

"yes. Jiang Chen smiled and nodded, "I slept to death, but it was my body that died, not my soul." ”

"This..." was a little speechless by Jiang Chen's words, Gu Feng retreated a little, he watched his blade tightly held in Jiang Chen's palm, and when the blood flowed, a strong smell of blood permeated, and the pungent nose rushed into his nose.

But he was a little unable to move, and he was already shocked by this blade, and he was a little difficult to relax.