I kept walking along the way I came, and I met a few people along the way.

However, there are no monks from the Tianwu Sect and the Bixia Sect among them, they are all three clans and one city, and there are also monks from the Shadowless Sword Sect.

can be a little less troublesome, Wang Chuan is also very happy.

There is less trouble, and the elixir obtained is scarce.

Except for the Wild Sand Fruit, he didn't encounter any other elixirs.

There are a lot of monsters.

Thinking about it, with the amount of spiritual energy here, the barren sand fruit that can have ten years is already the top of the sky, and it is impossible for other elixirs to survive here.

Crossing a dirt slope, the field of vision suddenly widened.

Not far ahead, Wang Chuan saw more than a dozen people, gathered there, not knowing what they were doing.

These dozen or so people had their backs to Wang Chuan, and their positions were clear, and they could see at a glance that there were three clans and three sects in one city, all of which were there.

In it, Wang Chuan did not see the shadow of the second son and Zhou Xing.

"I don't know what they're doing there. Wang Chuan touched his chin and muttered.

It was the first time he had seen so many people in a secret realm.

He also wanted to go over and take a look, but the disciples of the Tianwu Sect and the Bixia Sect were all there, and there would definitely be a fight in the past.

After hesitating for a while, Wang Chuan decided to go over.

With his current Flowing Wind Sword Technique in the Mingzi Realm, few people in this secret realm can defeat him.

Walking not far away, Wang Chuan's gaze passed over the crowd and landed on the place they were facing.

In front of everyone, there was a deep pit, and at the end of the line of sight, I saw the existence of the opposite border.

I don't know how deep it is, and I can't see the bottom end.

Everyone's attention was attracted by the deep pit, and they didn't notice Wang Chuan, who had already walked next to them.

Wang Chuan stood on the edge of the pit and looked at the bottom of the pit.

I saw a burst of mist and a burst of air, and I couldn't see what was underneath.

Wang Chuan probed, and everyone finally found him.

"It's you!" The disciples of the Bixia Sect and the Heavenly Martial Sect spotted him and instantly glared at him.

"It's me, so what?" Wang Chuan's face was indifferent, not worried about them at all.

The disciples of the Bixia Sect and the Tianwu Sect have a total of eight people, and there is no way to compare with the three clans and one city.

Of the three clans and one city, except for the Fan family, there is only one person in all of them, and in the face of the three sects with a large number of people, they dare not be too presumptuous.

There are two people in the Fan family, and one of them is Fan Mengqing.

Next to her was a man, his face was pale and sick, and his face looked more normal in the yellowing secret realm.

Only Fan Mengqing is still pale.

Even so, there is more than one person who covets its beauty.

Except for the Fan family beside him, everyone here would stay for a long time when their eyes swept over Fan Mengqing.

However, at this time, no one paid much attention to Fan Mengqing.

The eyes of many people all fell on Wang Chuan, and there was surprise in their eyes.

"This Wang Chuan, he is really not afraid that there are so many people in the three sects, and he still dares to speak wildly. ”

"It's just that my parents are not here, and I dare to say such things, it's really terrible!"

The words of the people around him spoke the hearts of everyone.

There is no one who does not feel that Wang Chuan is crazy.

"Boy, now that no one is helping you, you still dare to say such things?" From the Bixia Sect, a person came out, facing Wang Chuan with a fierce look in his eyes.

This person is the realm of the seventh layer of the Qi Refining Realm, and his hands are wide and thick, unlike ordinary people.

"Qi Zhongjie, go on, kill him!"

"That's right, but before you kill him, you'd better tear his mouth first!"

A cruel smile appeared on the corner of Qi Zhongjie's mouth, and he slowly walked towards Wang Chuan with a hideous face, "Say, how do you want to die?"

Wang Chuan raised his eyebrows and reached out to point on the hilt of the Spirit Wind Sword.

In an instant, two wind blades, one in front and one behind, sandwiched Qi Zhongjie in the middle.

"Say, how do you want to die?" Wang Chuan asked the other party rhetorically with disdain at the corner of his mouth, using the other party's words.

Seeing this wind blade, the people of the three clans and one city were all surprised.

Of course, they knew that in the mountain and sea dart game, the most difficult to practice the Flowing Wind Sword Technique.

This time, too, they finally saw it with their own eyes.

But this wind swordsmanship, why not use a sword?

And they felt that this wind blade was not at all like the power that an intermediate martial art should have.

The power of the wind blade is enough to compare with the advanced exercises of the consummation realm.

Is this really an intermediate-level martial art, the Flowing Wind Sword Technique?

The people were puzzled.

After all, they've only heard about it, but they've never seen it.

Among the crowd, Fan Mengqing saw Wang Chuan using the Liufeng Sword Technique, and her eyes flashed.

His eyes were like stars, but his face did not change at all, like a pool of stagnant water.

Qi Zhongjie looked at the two wind blades in front and behind, and he could also sense the power on them.

However, he didn't believe that Wang Chuan, who was in the same realm as himself, would have such strength.

"Carving insect skills, see me break you!" Qi Zhongjie snorted coldly, waved his heavy palm, and slapped it fiercely at one of the wind blades.

On the palm of his hand, the yellow aura like this secret realm was entwined, and it slapped on the wind blade.

The wind blade continued to vibrate, and then, with a bang, it directly dispersed into pale yellow points of light.

"What!" Wang Chuan was surprised.

The Wind Sword Technique that he has reached the realm of Mingzi and the wind blade he uses is not something that ordinary people can break at all.

Even if there is only one, it will at least require Dacheng's high-level martial arts to break it like him.

With Wang Chuan's knowledge, he could naturally see that Qi Zhongjie's move just now was a high-level martial art, but it should only be in the realm of Xiaocheng.

The ability to shoot away the wind blade is entirely because of those big hands.

Staring at Qi Zhongjie's hand, Wang Chuan frowned.

Wang Chuan was surprised, but he didn't know that the other side was even more surprised than him.

Especially the people of Bixia Sect, they all know the roots, and they all know how powerful Qi Zhongjie's hand is.

Although Qi Zhongjie's palm is thick, it is extremely powerful, and the bones of ordinary people can be shattered with one palm.

Moreover, this palm, even a low-level spirit soldier can hardly break through the skin of the palm.

Qi Zhongjie raised his hand, looked at the obvious wound on the back of his hand, and squinted his eyes.

In the wound, some dark blood kept flowing out.

"It can actually hurt Qi Zhongjie's palm!"

"Qi Zhongjie's high-level martial arts Shaking Mountain Palm, the palm of his hand is tempered thousands of times, that wind blade can actually hurt his palm, how strong is it?"

"If it weren't for watching him walk out of the Shanhai Dart Bureau, I really thought he was an inner disciple from a certain sect. ”

The people of the Bixia Sect whispered, expressing the surprise in their hearts.

It's a pity that no matter how careful they are, they are still heard.

For a while, everyone looked at Wang Chuan, and they were all extremely surprised.

There was no surprise in Fan Mengqing's eyes, just a pair of eyes, which were getting brighter and brighter.

"I don't want to conflict with your Bixia Sect, let's look at the pit first. Wang Chuan turned around and stared at the deep pit.

"Hmph, I'll settle accounts with you later!"

Qi Zhongjie knew that it would be difficult to defeat Wang Chuan, and he was also afraid of being attacked by the people of the two sects around him, so he simply followed the steps, said a cruel word, and retreated to the people of the Bixia Sect.

Seeing that the people around him didn't speak, Wang Chuan also took the lead in asking, "Is this deep pit here originally here?"

"It should be, otherwise who would have made such a big hole. The City Lord's Mansion, the young man in armor responded.

After pondering for a moment, Wang Chuan asked again, "Where can I go down?"

It was still the same young man, and he pointed to the dead wood that barely counted as a staircase not far away.

Dead wood decays when you look at it, and it breaks into several pieces at the slightest touch.

But even so, the dead wood was still stuck in the cliff, and not a single piece of it broke.

Dead wood follows the cliffs around the pit, constantly descending, submerging in the mist.

Wang Chuan walked over, stepped on the dead wood with one foot, and found that it would not break.

With both feet on it, there was nothing to do.

The dead wood is only about two feet long, barely enough for one person to stand on it, but if two people stand on it, it will be a bit hanging.

Knowing that this dead wood could withstand it, Wang Chuan raised his eyebrows, and raised his feet to go down.

"Slow, Wang Chuan, do you want to go down?" was still the young man from the City Lord's Mansion, and he spoke to stop him.

"Cut, if he wants to go down to die, then let him go. Qi Zhongjie clasped his hands to his chest and spoke casually.

Without caring about Qi Zhongjie, Wang Chuan looked at the young man and asked, "What is there below?"

"I don't know. ”

"What's the danger?"

"I don't know. ”

"In that case, why not go down?"

"Because I don't know. ”

Hearing this, Wang Chuan nodded, turned around and raised his feet, and continued to prepare to walk down.

"Wait, I've told you why you're going down. ”

"You're monks?"

"Of course. ”

"In that case, why are you afraid?"

After that, he stopped paying attention to the crowd and went down on his own.

In the crowd, Fan Mengqing hesitated thoughtfully, then followed Wang Chuan and also stood on the dead wood.

One step behind Wang Chuan, keep going down.

"Haha, two fools, they don't know what the situation is going on, so they dare to go down directly. ”

"After all, I don't know anything, and I dare to break into this kind of place at will. ”

No one followed, and they all looked at the two of them from the edge of the cliff.

Everyone looked at Wang Chuan and Fan Mengqing, walking downward, and their hearts began to waver.

It seems to be dead wood, but in fact, the two of them walked all the way, and none of them had problems, and they were extremely safe.

"I don't think there's any danger in this?"

"Why don't we go along and have a look?"

"That's right, we can't let them get ahead of the curve, let's go, we'll follow!"

As soon as they said hello, everyone also stepped on the dead wood, and the momentum was quite huge.

It's just that they are always one step behind Wang Chuan and others.

With the steepness here, walking slowly is already the limit, let alone having the courage to run.

Wang Chuan also knew this reason, so he didn't have the slightest hurry, and walked slowly.

Behind him, Fan Mengqing followed quietly, without any movement.

Even Wang Chuan was a little skeptical that Fan Mengqing was a ghost and didn't move at all when she walked.

Walking in front of her, there is also a bad chill behind her, lingering.

Turning his head and looking at Fan Mengqing, who was as pale as a female ghost, the strange feeling in Wang Chuan's heart became stronger and stronger.

"How?"

Unprecedentedly, Fan Mengqing actually spoke, although there were only two words.

Her voice was as cold as her body temperature and her face.

"It's fine, just wondering if those people will follow. Wang Chuan didn't say what he thought in his heart, but talked about other things.

It's just that Fan Mengqing didn't answer, and she didn't even want to open her mouth.

The atmosphere between the two was deserted.