The axe shadow slashed the large array again, and the light curtain trembled, flashing with five-colored brilliance.

The disciples of the Mountain Gate closed their hands and returned their breath, and the combined skills entered the cooldown time.

At this moment, the mountain protection array of the Infinite Valley suddenly emitted a fluctuation, and after the light and shadow changed, a neat group of 100 people appeared outside the large array!

The leader was dressed in a golden silk red robe, his face was resolute, and his instrument was lofty, and he knew at a glance that it was extraordinary, this was none other than the young sect master of the Infinite Valley, and the senior brother Jin Zhanpengjin, who was known as the first master of foundation building.

Standing beside Jin Zhanpeng was a fat old man who was not good-looking, this fat old man had a kind face, and it didn't seem to match the atmosphere of the entire battlefield. If it weren't for the dazzling golden robe, you would have completely ignored that there was such a person on the field.

And standing behind them were a full hundred foundation building red robes, from the point of view of cultivation, the realm of these red robes was not inferior to the disciples of the mountain opening sect opposite, and even surpassed. But a discerning person can easily see that compared with the murderous aura of the disciples of the Kaishan Sect, they seem to have less desire to fight, and more confusion at a loss.

In order to select these 100 foundation building disciples, Senior Brother Jin also took great pains, he first made a detailed screening of the life history and social relationships of all the foundation building disciples under his disciples.

The screening includes, but is not limited to, when, where, and what kind of reward was received, when and where was the punishment, how many relatives were in the door, how many Taoist couples were in the family, whose relatives and Taoist couples received what kind of rewards, and what kind of punishments.

Then, we will comprehensively consider the net worth and wealth of these disciples, estimate the economic and social costs of abandoning their wives and children, leaving their fathers and mothers, and leaving the house, and finally give each disciple an appropriate score for their reliability.

The hundred people with the highest scores are now standing outside the big array, while the others have been driven back to the ruins by Senior Brother Jin to dig up treasures.

"Which one is Qiu Feifei?" Jin Zhanpeng said to the point.

There seemed to be a few low laughs from all around, and they passed in a flash, and I don't know who came from them.

However, Chu Nan had to step forward to answer, but he did not deliberately hide the smile that had not yet passed: "Chief Deacon Qiu is in charge of the internal affairs of the sect, and he did not come this time, which disappointed the young sect master." ”

"The guy who hides his head and tail!" Jin Zhanpeng took a sip, then raised his eyes to look at Chu Nan, and then deliberately showed a face full of disdain: "I thought it was who, even you stinky boy dared to bring someone to my Infinite Valley, Qingling Sect is afraid that no one is available!"

The last time Chu Nan accompanied Tang Xiaoguo to the ruins, he met Jin Zhanpeng, at that time, Chu Nan was just a rookie who had just entered the foundation, and the childishness on his face had not faded, and Senior Brother Jin didn't even bother to look at him, so it was no wonder that he wanted to make mockery when he saw it on the battlefield today.

Time has changed, Senior Brother Jin is still the former Senior Brother Jin, but Chu Nan is no longer the virgin he was at the beginning.

Chief Deacon Chu smiled faintly: "The young sect master is cautious, he is stupid in his qualifications, and he has long been cut off from the Qingling Sect, and now he is the deacon of the Kaishan Gate, and he was ordered by Lu Zhangjiao to come to help the senior brothers of the Infinite Valley get out of the sea of suffering." ”

It's good that Chu Nan didn't mention Lu Tian, but as soon as Lu Tian was mentioned, Jin Zhanpeng was angry: "The generation of chickens and dog thieves dares to claim to be in charge?"

Chu Nan's mouth was not spared except for Granny Qiu: "Does the young sect master feel that what he does on weekdays is more high-end than that of chickens and dogs?"

"Sharp teeth and sharp mouth!" Jin Zhanpeng's hand flashed, and he had already raised his sword in his hand.

Chu Nan was not in a hurry, and turned his gaze to the fat old man next to him: "Are you sure your predecessor wants to wade into this pool of troubled water?"

Hall Master Zhu smiled: "Passing by by accidentally, it's just an itchy hand!"

Chu Nan nodded: "Then it's offended!"

Before the words fell, a hundred disciples of the Mountain Gate Foundation rose into the air, and between the staggered figures, more than ten sword qi gathered from nowhere, and actually formed a group of mysterious sword formations, which attacked straight in front of the master of Zhu Hall.

Hall Master Zhu didn't panic at all, maybe he was too lazy to move because of his huge body, but he just pinched the magic trick on the spot, and countless explosions came from the air one after another, and boundless waves of qi followed, and in an instant, the group of sword formations was swept to pieces.

Seeing this scene, fifty more people rushed out of the formation of the mountain gate, and the previous hundred people converged together, and countless sword qi came out one after another.

There were more than half of the people at once, and Hall Master Zhu was no longer as relaxed as before, and after being busy for a while and defusing all the attacks, he actually rushed to a certain place in the formation of the mountain gate.

Dozens of disciples of the Mountain Opening Sect were pushed backwards by the qi wave, and Hall Master Zhu followed closely to kill him, but the rest of the disciples did not give him a chance, and the sword qi in the sky was intertwined into a sword net in front of him, forcing Hall Master Zhu to retreat.

The disciples of the Kaishan Sect had a basis for advancing and retreating, and they were not greedy for merit, Zhu Tang Master's spells did not stop, and he tried to break through the sword formation several times, but after all, he returned in vain, and the battle situation was stalemate there for a while.

Jin Zhanpeng glanced at the hall master of the Duobao Sect who went out without a magic weapon, and the fire in his heart could only be directed at the red robes behind him: "Don't do it yet?"

The hundred foundation building disciples behind the young sect master had a gloomy expression, and silently took out their spiritual weapons and moved towards the battle circle.

Chu Nan didn't say much, he waved his hand lightly, and the remaining more than two hundred disciples behind him rushed forward to fight with the hundred red robes of the Infinite Valley.

In the Infinite Valley, there are 100 foundations, and the mountain gate is opened by 50 foundations and 200 qi refining.

If you want to really fight hard, it's really hard to say which side will take advantage, but judging from the current situation on the field, I'm afraid that neither side will be able to suffer.

Jin Zhanpeng's depression in his heart had nowhere to confide, he brought so many people out to fight, but no one was willing to work hard.

Anyway, Sect Master Jin Shao can only try to find a reason to comfort himself, anyway, he came out just to save some spirit stones for the Mountain Protection Array, so let's consume it slowly!

Everyone else has done it, Jin Zhanpeng can't be idle, squinting his eyes and starting to provoke Chu Nan: "Boy, let me try your catties!"

"As you wish!" Chu Nan's sword eyebrows were raised, and he raised his sword!

Don't look at Jin Zhanpeng's cultivation is a cut higher than him, and his name is even more terrifying, but if you really make a move, President Chu has never been afraid of anyone in his life!

The spirit sword in his hand flashed, and Chu Nan easily knocked off a frisbee thrown by Jin Zhanpeng, and the sword qi was endless and slashed towards Jin Zhanpeng's face.

Jin Zhanpeng raised his hand to be a spell shield, but he didn't want Chu Nan's sword qi to be pure and sharp far beyond his imagination, and the shield was broken with a single touch. Sect Master Jin Shao was shocked, but he didn't panic, the magic trick in his hand changed, and a thunderbolt seemed to strike from outside the sky, falling straight on the top of Chu Nan's head.

Chu Nan's eyes flashed, and a clear whistle came out of his mouth:

"Slash!"

Then he didn't dodge or dodge the thunder, and the spirit sword in his hand instantly merged with his body, and the whole person turned into a purple sword arc, stabbing Jin Zhanpeng's chest like a thunderbolt.

Chu Nan's refusal to dodge the thunder was completely unexpected by Jin Zhanpeng, he eagerly used the spirit sword in his hand to reluctantly tease, but the power from his hand made him frightened.

To say that the strength of the young sect master is indeed not good, he felt bad this flirtation, and immediately subconsciously released the golden light armor that saved his life, and he soon secretly rejoiced that it was his subconscious action that saved his life.

Chu Nan's sword arc rubbed against Jin Zhanpeng's armor and made dazzling sparks, and the sharp friction sound made the young sect master break out in a cold sweat.

Before the sweat subsided, a puff of blood mist rose into the sky!

Jin Guangjia still couldn't resist the sword qi in the end, Jin Zhanpeng only felt a chill on his shoulder, and the pain in his heart filled his entire brain, and his body was thrown out of the sky with the sword qi coming out of his body.

Jin Zhanpeng didn't even hold up for a round under Chu Nan's hands, which was not only unexpected by himself, but also far beyond the limits that everyone present could imagine.

A sword slashed Jin Zhanpeng away, and Chu Nan was powerless to pursue, so he staggered a few steps and stood in place, his throat was sweet, and a mouthful of blood gushed out.

Mr. Chu's face stiffened, and he gritted his teeth and swallowed the blood back, only a few drops of disobedient flowed down the corners of his mouth.

Sect Master Jin also barely stood up, holding his injured shoulder with his hand, his legs trembling. He was frightened by Chu Nan, to say that he suffered such a big loss when he came up, it was really not because of his lack of strength, but because he couldn't imagine that the young man in front of him was so brave.

In Jin Zhanpeng's view, everyone is a person with status, how can you come up and use this kind of lose-lose style of play? Isn't your life worth anything?

suffered the thunder, and Chu Nan was not comfortable. At this time, Mr. Chu's hair was scattered, and his face was scorched, completely losing the image of a beautiful young man before.

Sticking out his tongue and licking the blood at the corner of his mouth, Chu Nan suddenly showed an evil smile that seemed to mock and regret, and then raised his eyes to look at the Jin Shao Sect Master, who was more embarrassed than him, and stretched out his hand and silently compared his little finger downward.

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"This kid is really like a different person when he fights!" Beyond the sea of clouds, a thin old man shook his head in admiration with the long hair under his chin.

The fat old man beside him also nodded in approval: "If the Sword Grinding Hall is handed over to him in the future, I'm afraid he will be a brilliant talent like Uncle Hongfei!"

The thin old man looked at the battlefield in the distance: "After all, the Qingling Sect in the future will have to rely on these young people! People like you and me who are about to die, let's do as much as we can!"

"Senior brother doesn't need to visit me, since I'm here with you, then I naturally know what to do!" the fat old man glanced at the thin old man.

The thin old man shrugged his shoulders: "It's a pity that my abacus today was in vain, I'm afraid that Jin Enming's old thing won't dare to come out, and the senior brother has escaped?"

"It's just a matter of time or later!" The fat old man looked indifferent: "My longevity is only half a year left, and I don't lose anything, but if I get a good death, I'm afraid that the master will lose money." ”

"Senior brother!" the thin old man looked sad: "I'm sorry!"

The fat old man smiled freely: "You and I still need to talk about this?"

"Okay!" The thin old man straightened his expression: "Jin Enming is going to show up sooner or later, then I will press the senior brother in the rear!"

The fat old man gave him a blank look: "Then when will he come out? You have to tell me how many days I have to live, right?"