"It seems that if you want to leave, you have to scrap some means. Wang Chuan muttered and shook his head.

He didn't take these people to heart, only these people couldn't stop him.

Running towards the jungle, Wang Chuan's hands were full of aura.

As soon as he approached the jungle, more than a dozen people jumped out in an instant and surrounded Wang Chuan.

"Stop, leave your Qiankun bag behind!" Among the dozen or so people surrounding him, one of them was a tall man, with a proud look on his face, and pointed a knife at Wang Chuan to speak.

"As long as you hand over all the Jinyang Xuanguo in your Qiankun bag, we will let you go!"

"Don't worry, we are the most trustworthy, saying that as long as Jinyang Xuanguo, we only need Jinyang Xuanguo. ”

"If you don't give it, we'll take it from you!"

The others laughed and opened their mouths one after another.

After a while, Wang Chuan identified the next direction and walked into the jungle with his feet raised.

Behind him, more than a dozen people were lying on the ground wailing.

Effortlessly put these people down and took away all their Qiankun bags, Wang Chuan's expression did not change at all.

No one dared to come out again to stop Wang Chuan, hiding in the jungle and not moving.

Just kidding, they just saw each other beat all those people down in a sweeping attitude, where did they dare to stop them again?

Not long after Wang Chuan left, another group of people arrived.

One of them directly reached out and grabbed a person hiding in the jungle, with a fierce look in his eyes, "Where did that person go just now?"

The man was caught, and seeing that the other people also looked vicious, he didn't dare to say more, and stretched out his hand to point in a direction.

......

Wang Chuan ran through the jungle, constantly thinking in his heart.

Now more than half an hour has passed since the Jinyang Xuanguo ripened, and half an hour has passed since he picked the first fruit.

"After a while, you will be able to know the real Golden Yang Xuanguo. ”

Wang Chuan was a little excited, after all, he also wanted to know how many years the three Golden Yang Xuanguo he got and what the effect was.

The current Jinyang Xuanguo can't see what there is, and can only wait for half an hour later, when the disguise outside disperses, to know.

"Why did Your Excellency leave in such a hurry, are you afraid that we will harm you?" At this time, a voice suddenly came from the tall tree.

Immediately afterward, three people jumped from the tree and blocked his path.

These three people are none other than the monks of the Bixia Sect.

One of them was a cultivator of the Baoyuan Realm, who had been suppressed from the realm, and the other two were at the ninth level of the Qi Refining Realm, which he had never seen.

At the top of the tree, there were many people, and Wang Chuan did not have the impression of these three people.

"Three disciples of the Bixia Sect, why are you blocking my way?" Wang Chuan asked with a smile.

"Why stop it, you naturally know it. The monk holding the Yuan Realm snorted coldly, staring at Wang Chuan with an unkind expression.

"Wang Chuan, just a scum, he dares to go up to my Bixia Mountain to stop my sect senior brother, it's just bold!"

Beside him, one of the Qi Refining Realm cultivators pointed at Wang Chuan and spoke angrily.

"If it weren't for Senior Brother Song and I going out on a mission that day, where would you still be arrogant!" the other person also spoke angrily.

Glancing at the two of them, Wang Chuan shook his head.

"With all due respect, even if you were there that day, you could only shrink up and dare not come out to fight. ”

"What an arrogant Wang Chuan! When the two of us capture you, you will know how powerful my Bixia Sect is!"

The monk of the Yuan Realm was unmoved, but the other two couldn't wait to step forward and shoot angrily.

With a cold snort, the aura in Wang Chuan's hand surged, and the Broken Rock Fist erupted, fiercely facing the fists of the two.

Although these two people are disciples of the sect, their strength is much stronger than that of ordinary sect disciples, but in the face of Wang Chuan, they didn't take a few more punches, and they were knocked into the air, hit the tree, and were unconscious.

"As I said, even if you're here, it's useless. Wang Chuan moved his wrist and spoke.

"Hahaha!"

Hearing this, the remaining Baoyuan Realm monks burst out laughing.

"People say that Wang Chuan is arrogant and has a very big tone, and now when I see it, it is really so!"

"I'm not talking big, I'm just telling the truth. Wang Chuan shrugged his shoulders and looked unimpressed.

"What a truth!" the man looked at Wang Chuan playfully, "Then do you know that today is your death?"

Hearing this, Wang Chuan looked at the man and shook his head.

"If you hold the Yuan Realm, then I will still be afraid of you for three points, but you are suppressed in the realm, and you are not my opponent. ”

"Hmph, even if the realm is suppressed, the dantian opened up by the Baoyuan realm is still there, and it is easy to defeat you!"

As he spoke, a pair of gold-wire gloves appeared directly on the man's hand, wrapping the entire palm.

Immediately after, he swung his arm, and above it, a golden light appeared.

The palm of the hand was wrapped in a golden silk glove, and the rich aura permeated the hand, which directly changed into a mountain opening axe, and slashed towards Wang Chuan.

The aura on it is comparable to Wang Chuan Yicheng's aura at a trace.

In addition to the fact that Wang Chuan's exercises are insufficient, the most important reason is that the monks of the Yuan Realm have opened up the dantian, and the quality of the aura is even stronger.

The Baoyuan Realm he encountered before was all loose cultivation, so he could directly fill this gap with his body.

Now that we encounter the sect's Baoyuan realm, this gap is like a chasm, and it is not so easy to fill.

"This move is a lower-level martial art, the opening palm, I have already practiced it to the realm of Xiaocheng, you can die under this martial art, it is enough to be proud!"

"yes, then I'm going to have to learn a good lesson!"

As he spoke, Wang Chuan raised his hand, and the Rock Shattering Fist urged violently.

The killing move is like iron, and it is ruthlessly against its opening palm martial arts.

There was a violent roar, and Wang Chuan only felt that the palm seemed to be about to split himself, and the bones of his whole body clicked.

Although the other party can't compare to him in terms of body, whether it is martial arts or exercises, they are much stronger than him.

If it weren't for the support of his body with a close force of 100 bulls, he would not have been able to take this move at all.

After fighting for a long time, Wang Chuan retreated, and took six steps in succession, which unloaded all the remaining strength.

"Sect Monk, it's really powerful!" Wang Chuan felt his slightly numb palm, and said in his heart.

On the other side, the monk retracted his palm and turned it slightly, looking a little surprised.

"I didn't expect you to take my palm. ”

"It's just a palm. ”

"Hmph!" the monk snorted coldly, and instead of arguing with him, he spoke: "Hand over the Golden Yang Xuanguo you got, and I can spare your life!"

"Want Jinyang Xuanguo?" Wang Chuan smiled disdainfully, "It depends on whether you have the ability to do it!"

As he spoke, Wang Chuan took out four lower-level long swords from the Qiankun bag.

Throwing the long sword out casually, he also approached the other party quickly with the sword.

"Carving insect skills, can't be on the table!"

With a loud roar, the man waved his arm and directly blasted a subordinate long sword, and the remaining three long swords were also dodged by him.

Ignoring the other party's words, Wang Chuan raised his arm and attacked the opponent with another move.

"Your trick is useless!"

The man waved his palm again and slashed at him.

The fists and palms met, and there was a roar, and the strength of the blowing out shook the three long swords.

As the wind blew, a light suddenly appeared under two of the swords, and they vibrated together.

Immediately after, two sword lights emitted from the two swords and flew towards the cultivator of the Yuan Realm.

This is the sword forbidden technique he created, the Flowing Wind Forbidden!

Originally, he wanted to use the suppression ban, but as a result, a sword was destroyed, and he could only change it to the flow wind ban.

The monk of the Baoyuan Realm, who was fighting with Wang Chuan, didn't expect that the spirit soldier that seemed to be thrown casually would actually have a back hand.

On the other side, Wang Chuan raised his strength again, wanting to suppress the other party.

The man also knew his thoughts, where could he get his wish, and with both hands, he directly pushed Wang Chuan away.

Pushing him away, he was forced to take two steps back.

At this time, the sword light was less than two feet away from him, and he could already feel the sharpness on the sword light.

I saw that behind the other party, a dense golden scale armor appeared in an instant.

These scales and armor, all composed of aura, are an extremely advanced defensive martial art.

The sword light hit it, splashed a few sparks, and disappeared directly.

"That's what you're doing?"

The man looked at Wang Chuan, who had retreated to the side of the three swords, and his eyes were full of banter.

Before the words fell, a gust of wind blew, and a blood mark appeared on his cheek.

Immediately after, except for his back, his body seemed to have been slashed by a hundred knives, and his clothes were full of sword marks.

The power of the flowing wind is not in the sword light, but in the wind.

Many winds blew, straight to the other party's neck, and wanted his life.

However, at the moment when the other party was injured, the scales on his body resurfaced, protecting his neck and heart.

"Do you really think this kind of method can help me?"

Wang Chuan ignored it, reached out and grabbed a sword next to him, and ran towards the man.

Just as he drew his sword and left, the roots of the tree behind him shook, and the two long swords were swept away.

And Wang Chuan's actions also attracted the attack of the tree roots.

Dodging ahead, the roots of the tree attacked from below, and Wang Chuan gathered aura on his sword, pointing at the top of his head.

Although it was night, under the light of the tall trees, you could still see the dark clouds gathering, and a faint blue thunder light directly split down.

The thunder light fell directly on his body, and the man used his martial arts to meet the thunder light with one palm.

On the body, golden scales continued to appear, covering the entire upper body.

But even so, it can't stop the lightning from seeping into the body and harming the internal organs.

"Is this your method?" the man cried out, enduring the pain in his viscera.

"More than that!"

Wang Chuan shouted, holding the thunder sword in his hand, and slashed directly at his leg.

Killer move, Rachel!

Wang Chuan's speed was too fast, he couldn't react, and he could only pull out a part of the scales from his upper body and cover his thighs.

The thunder sword slashed at the golden scales, making a crackling sound, but it did not cut through the scales.

The opponent's defensive martial arts are not ordinary, and with Wang Chuan's thunder light sword technique, it is helpless.

However, he just wants to distract the other party.

The moment the sword is cut down, it changes its move and closes the sword into a stab.