Lu Chen stood on the stage, with a dusty temperament, which attracted strange glances from many young women in the audience.

At this moment, a figure flew onto the stage, it was Zhao Zimu, the elder of the Four Spirits Sect.

"Four Spirit Sect Zhao Zimu, please advise Daoyou!" Zhao Zimu said to Lu Chen.

Lu Chen saw that the other party pretended not to know him, obviously on purpose, so he didn't say anything.

Recently, Zhao Zimu has been practicing a magic power, and now that he and Lu Chen are meeting again, he naturally wants to learn again.

"Ben Lei Po!" Zhao Zimu let out a low sigh in his mouth, and his hands began to pinch.

Above the sky, a gray cloud suddenly appeared, the cloud absorbed the surrounding aura, continued to spread and expand, and finally these clouds seemed to occupy the entire sky, and the clouds flickered with bursts of thunder between the churning and rolling.

A trace of tiny thunder and lightning fell from the sky and fell into Zhao Zimu's hand, constantly condensing and contracting, forming a thunderball the size of a fist, as Zhao Zimu's speed of pinching the trick became faster and faster, after a while, dozens of thunderballs were condensed in this person's hand.

Under this person's finger, these thunderballs rumbled straight towards Lu Chen.

"It's kind of interesting!" Lu Chen was extremely interested in Zhao Zimu's thunder magic power.

Just now he had been observing the details of Zhao Zimu's use of this thunder magic power, and finally he found that Zhao Zimu himself did not have much understanding of the law of thunder, so he could only conjure up dark clouds by urging the spiritual power of heaven and earth, and condense the thunder ball through the thunder descended from the dark clouds as a means of attacking the enemy.

At the moment when these thunderballs approached Lu Chen, with a stroke of Lu Chen's right hand, a defensive light shield appeared in front of him.

Lu Chen could have directly absorbed these thunderbolts, but the move was too appalling.

The thunderball landed on the defensive light mask, turned into a thunderbolt, and disappeared unchanged.

No one noticed that the power of thunder and lightning in Zhao Zimu's thunder balls was actually quietly absorbed by Lu Chen, to be precise, it was absorbed by the thunder wood seedlings in his primordial spirit.

Lu Chen's mind communicated with the thunder wood seedlings in the primordial god, and in an instant, the power of the origin of thunder continued to pour out from his primordial spirit.

Soon, the first thunderball appeared on his right hand, but Lu Chen was right

The power contained in this thunderball was not satisfied.

The Origin of Thunder in Lu Chen's Yuan Shen continued to gush out, and in the blink of an eye, two extremely bright thunderballs, with a rumbling thunder, condensed and appeared on his hands.

After a few breaths, Lu Chen had already condensed dozens of thunderballs.

At this moment, Lu Chen spat lightly, "Condensation!"

These thunderballs immediately condensed into one, and although their size remained the same, the power of thunder and lightning contained in them was increased by more than ten times.

At the moment when Lu Chen's thunderball condensed, a void purple thundercloud suddenly appeared in the sky, and the arcs in the cloud flashed, and these arcs seemed to be pulled down, and were absorbed by Lu Chen's thunderball.

Zhao Zimu saw Lu Chen condense the thunderball according to his movements, the more he looked at it, the more frightened he became, he found that Lu Chen didn't need to borrow the thunder power of heaven and earth to condense the thunderball, in his opinion, Lu Chen's power to cast this magic power has exceeded that of ordinary ninth-order spells.

The monk surnamed Feng on the viewing platform frowned slightly, this was the first time he showed a solemn expression.

Judging from Lu Chen's action of condensing the thunderball, it was obviously the first time to use it, but Lu Chen's comprehension of thunder and lightning made the old man surnamed Feng faintly feel a trace of jealousy in his heart.

Wu Lisheng and the other monks of the Scattered Cultivation Alliance couldn't help but increase their admiration for Lu Chen.

Lu Chen took the thunderball and pushed it forward.

The thunderball turned into a majestic thunderbolt and roared towards Zhao Zimu.

A rumbling thunder echoed in the sky above Chiyun City, and the hearts of hundreds of thousands of monks in the square were shaken in unison.

The Lei cultivators of the Four Spirit Sects on the viewing platform, especially the cultivators who were cultivating to the realm below the Transformation Stage, suddenly rushed around uncontrollably with the spiritual power in their bodies after hearing this thunderous roar.

Zhao Zimu hurriedly laid down several defensive light masks.

Under the self-explosion of the thunderball, the defensive light shield immediately broke, and blood flowed from the corners of Zhao Zimu's mouth, and his body was numb.

But Zhao Zimu still cast a grateful look at Lu Chen, he knew that with Lu Chen's true strength, I am afraid that he is already a dead body at this moment, although he looks very embarrassed now, but in fact, the injury is not serious.

"Lu Daoyou, pick me up again

A sword!" Zhao Zimu shouted.

I saw that as soon as his right hand was raised, an eighth-order high-grade magic sword appeared in his hand in an instant.

The material used in this eighth-order high-grade magic sword is extraterrestrial meteoric iron, which is extremely sharp, coupled with the tempering of the power of thunder for hundreds of years, a sword is slashed out, and the mid-stage cultivators of ordinary gods do not dare to take it hard.

This black magic sword turned into the size of six zhang in the air, and in a flash, it stabbed straight towards Lu Chen.

Lu Chen sacrificed the Cloud Chasing Bow, mobilized the power of the origin of the thunder in the primordial god, and pulled it with his right hand.

An arrow came out of the bowstring, and the whole body arced around.

This was the first time that Lu Chen had used the Thunder Origin Urging Magic Weapon, and the power of thunder and lightning was superimposed on the power of the ninth-order magic weapon, and under one blow, it was enough to severely damage the late-stage cultivator of the Ordinary God.

In the next instant, the arrows transformed by the power of thunder collided with the Meteorite Magic Sword.

The roaring sound echoed over the entire square, and the meteoric iron magic sword shook and flew backwards.

Zhao Zimu grabbed the iron sword and raised his head with a look of shock in his eyes.

It's only been a few months since the last meeting, and Lu Chen's strength has improved a lot, and now he is not his opponent at all.

"Lu Daoyou, admit defeat in the next place!" Zhao Zimu said with his hands clenched into fists.

Before turning to leave, Zhao Zimu said to Lu Chen, "Lu Daoyou, I, the Supreme Elder of the Four Spirit Sect, Elder Feng, have already ordered us, the elders who came to the stage to compete, try our best to kill you, you have to be careful of my senior brothers." ”

"Thank you Zhao Daoyou for reminding me!" Lu Chen replied.

On the viewing platform, cheers rang out again from the seats of the Scattered Cultivation Alliance, and Lu Chen helped them win another competition.

Li Tianhong, the Supreme Elder of the Immortal Crane Sect, cast an appreciative look at Lu Chen, and was very curious in his heart, this Lu Chen seemed to appear out of thin air, and he had never heard the disciples in the sect mention it.

Li Houjun, the Great Elder of the Earth Department of the Four Spirit Sect, and the monks in the sect all flashed with a hint of jealousy in their eyes.

And the monks of the Red Flame Sect, except for the old man with the surname of the title, all showed a look of horror on their faces, this young monk who had already formed a deep hatred with them was so powerful, defeating two mid-stage cultivators with good strength in a row.