Chen Changan dropped a sentence, his figure turned into an afterimage, and the gray spiritual power poured out of the wrapping fist, smashing into the opponent's face with a punch.

He only used less than fifty percent of his spiritual power in this punch, no supernatural powers, no moves, only speed and spiritual power.

The fist wind broke through the air, bringing up a gust of wind.

The gray-robed young man's face changed, he felt a dangerous aura, and he was about to block with his arms crossed in front of him.

Bang!

The gray-robed young man was hit by this punch and took a step back, and his face became slightly serious.

"Sure enough, you have some ability!" The gray-robed young man shook his slightly numb arm and said lightly: "But you are still far from the real powerhouse!"

Chen Changan's combat power was indeed beyond his expectations, but it was not enough to shock him.

"I'll make a move, let you see what Yunzhou Tianjiao's strength is!" The gray-robed young man said coldly, and at the same time moved.

"Long Wind Sword Style!"

He pointed into a sword, and the spiritual power in his hand was condensed, and it turned into a long sword.

As he slashed out with a sword, the surrounding wind was violently blowing, and the momentum of the Soul Primal Realm surged out.

Li Zhou, who had just gotten up not far away, was rushed by this wind, stumbled and almost fell to the ground again, and when he stabilized his body, he immediately spat out fragrant fragrance.

Obviously, although he Li has not cultivated, he is just very unconvinced.

Chen Changan saw the sword qi coming, but his face did not change at all, although this young man was in the spiritual realm, but from this sword qi, he could feel that his spiritual power was not very strong.

The biggest gap between the realm of contemplating oneself and the realm of inheriting spirits is the natal object.

Contemplating the process of accumulating spiritual power in the realm, when the spiritual power is accumulated to the extreme, and the meridians cannot be opened, you can break through the realm and enter the spiritual realm, and after entering the spiritual realm, you need to comprehend your own avenue, and then choose a natal object to carry the Dao meaning, and cultivating the natal object is also to cultivate your own avenue.

A spiritual monk who does not have a natal object is just a realm of contemplation with a little more spiritual power.

"Broken!"

Chen Changan mobilized eighty percent of his spiritual power, condensed it in the palm of his hand, and slapped it lightly.

The palm power gushed out, directly slapping the sword qi in all directions, and rushed towards the gray-robed youth.

Boom!

The gray-robed young figure retreated violently, resisting the power of his palm in a panic.

The haughty expression on his face was gone, replaced by a deep shock.

"You ......"

"You kneel down for me!" Chen Changan said coldly, his body swept out, and all the spiritual power in the twenty meridians in his body was mobilized, turning his palm into a fist, "This punch, three days of skill!"

The gray-robed young man only felt a flash in front of him, and Chen Changan's fist shadow struck.

The terrifying momentum poured out above the fist, immediately making his soul burst into flames, mobilizing the spiritual power of his body to condense in his arms to resist.

Bang!

The powerful fist power exploded in front of him, and the spiritual power around him only blocked less than a breath of effort.

"Click" sounded with a crisp sound of bones shattering, and his body was directly blasted upside down, falling heavily on the flower bed in the courtyard, rolling three times.

After last night's heavy rain, the flower bed was muddy.

When he stood up, he was covered in mud and his face was dirty.

He couldn't even stand on his feet, staggered out two steps, and hurriedly helped Liu Mu in the hospital, opening his mouth to speak, but his mouth was full of scarlet blood first, and he coughed dryly.

How miserable and miserable this appearance is.

"Okay, good fight, kill this nostril-facing!"

Li Zhou on one side saw this scene, endured the pain on his left arm, and cheered loudly.

The gray-robed young man gritted his teeth in anger and glared at Li Zhou.

As a disciple of the Yunzhou Dao Palace and a follower of Han Xingyu, he was not respected wherever he went in Yunzhou, and he had never been so insulted by a mortal.

However, Li Zhou did not have the appearance that mortals were afraid of cultivators, anyway, people died in the sky, and they did not die for thousands of years, he had eaten the whole family since he was a child, and he was not hungry, and he was afraid of a bird.

Chen Changan's face was indifferent, he looked at the gray-robed young man, and said, "If this is the strength of Yunzhou Tianjiao, it is really a bit disappointing!"

The gray-robed young man looked at Chen Changan coldly, wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, and laughed: "I can't imagine that the Jin Kingdom can produce an existence like you, but you are far worse than my master's strength!"

"Farewell!"

His words fell, and he turned to leave.

After only a short fight, he knew that Chen Changan was definitely not comparable to those ordinary monks in the Jin Kingdom, and there were at least ten or more spiritual veins, otherwise it would be impossible to resist his sword qi and injure him.

Although he is in the spiritual realm, he has only opened up nine spiritual veins, and he can't benefit at all without a natal object.

However, as soon as he turned around, he saw a figure flash in front of him.

Chen Changan's face was calm, his eyes were cold, and he said, "I said, you can't get out of the Tang Mansion completely today!"

The gray-robed young man's face sank, his eyes were cold, and he said, "Chen Changan, I am a disciple of Yunzhou Dao Palace, and my master is Han Xingyu......"

Zheng!

Before his words fell, Chen Changan's figure had already swept out, and he blasted out with all his strength.

The gray-robed young man felt that the pressure was coming, and it was definitely not something he could resist, so a cold killing intent flashed in his eyes.

As the fist shadow approached, he took out a piece of talisman paper that glowed with green light and threw it out.

On the rune paper, a dazzling blue glow emanated, illuminating the entire courtyard.

The blue light flashed, and a blue rune array took its place in the air.

Above the rune array, dozens of sword-shaped runes were rotated, and dozens of blue sword qi rushed out, like meteors blooming in the courtyard, causing a violent wind around them.

"Battle Charm!"

Chen Changan's face froze, and he immediately turned his fist into a palm, mobilizing the spiritual power of his whole body to resist.

Battle talismans can only be refined by monks who have comprehended the meaning of the Dao, and they use their natal objects as a medium to seal their magical powers or moves in the talisman paper, and in a critical moment, they can throw the battle talisman to protect themselves and kill the enemy.

Chen Changan was locked by the sword qi, but his face was very calm.

This battle talisman is not extremely strong, it should also be refined by a monk in the Spiritual Extreme Realm.

Sonorous!

A dense crash was deafening.

The robe on Chen Changan's body was torn by the sword qi, and his figure kept retreating and dodging.

Although this battle talisman is not extremely strong, it still needs to be dealt with with with all his strength, otherwise he will still be injured with his cultivation.

When blocking the last sword qi, Chen Changan's shirt finally cracked overwhelmedly, and immediately exposed twenty meridians glowing with silver light.

"Twenty spirit veins!"

The gray-robed young man was stunned and blinked in disbelief, he had guessed that Chen Changan would have twelve spiritual veins at most, after all, Guanzi Realm could open up twelve spiritual veins, and he could be regarded as a talent in Yunzhou Dao Palace, he never thought that Chen Changan would have twenty spiritual veins.

This was more than twice as many spiritual veins as he was, so it was no wonder that he could cross the border and injure him.

Before he could come back to his senses, Chen Changan's figure had already appeared in front of him, slamming his fist into his abdomen, and the spiritual power rushed out from between the fingers of his fist, directly shaking the meridians in his body, and at the same moment, the Heavenly Demon Sutra operated, directly devouring his cultivation that had not had time to disperse.

The gray-robed young man only felt a pain in his abdomen, and his whole body arched up, like a prawn, and then the spiritual power in his body disappeared in an instant.

Before he could react, Chen Changan's right hand slapped down on his shoulder, directly causing the shoulder to collapse.

"Ah——!h

A pig-like scream came from the mouth of the gray-robed young man, piercing everyone's eardrums, even on Tang Yuan Street, and the nearby people were so frightened that they locked the doors and windows.

Chen Chang'an's face did not change, and he slapped him to the ground with one palm, just like he did to Li Zhou just now, stretching out his foot and stepping on his arm on the ground. Chen Chang'an...... You don't want to die well!!"

The gray-robed young man struggled desperately, but his cultivation was exhausted, and that little strength was useless, and his face was rubbed with blood on the ground.

Compared with the severe pain on his body, what made him even more unbearable was that his cultivation was abolished.

However, as if he hadn't heard his words, Chen Changan looked at Li Zhou, who was already dumbfounded on the side, and then raised his foot heavily, stomping on his arm inch by inch, and also stepping on one of his legs.

The gray-robed young man spasmed in pain and wanted to scream, but his head was trampled into the soil by Chen Changan, and he could only make a muffling sound.

Chen Changan bent down, took off the delicate bag on the waist of the gray-robed young man, and said, "This should be regarded as compensation for you smashing my Tang Mansion!"

He straightened his back and said, "Also, go back and tell your master, if he provokes me, I guarantee that he will end worse than you!"

When the words fell, Chen Changan stretched out his feet and kicked him out of the courtyard of the Tang Mansion.

The gray-robed young man's mouth was stuffed with mud, and his nose, tears, and blood were mixed with mud and mud on his face.

He looked at the gate of the Tang Mansion, and in addition to infinite hatred in his heart, he regretted it, if he knew that Chen Changan had twenty spiritual veins, he would definitely not do anything with him.

But now that everything is over, he wants to take revenge, he wants to go back and tell his master that he wants to let Chen Changan die a good death.

"You really don't know who Han Xingyu is?"