"Inferior Dibao!?"

Xianxu Zhenren exclaimed for the second time, but the words did not fall, and a crisp and shattering voice overshadowed his voice.

Taking advantage of the slight pause in the speed of the ice sword, the spear in Wang Chaoyang's hand was already on the tip of the ice sword, and with a crisp crack, a crack appeared on the tip of the ice sword.

As soon as the rift appeared, it spread to the entire ice sword with a crackling sound.

Before the sound of the crack disappeared, the ice sword had turned into a puff of crystal and swung away with the wind, leaving only Wang Chaoyang, who was slowly putting away the gun, looking at the virtuous and void real person with a dull expression with cold eyes.

During the departure of Qian, there was a rumor that made all the monks unbelievable, that is, Qingyunmen held a top-grade magic weapon of the Xuan Rank as the treasure of the town gate.

All the monks who heard about this rumor laughed at it, not believing that Qingyunmen would have such a powerful treasure Zhenmen.

Because rumors are rumors, just as most rumors are exaggerated or fabricated by ordinary people, the Qingyunmen Xuanjie high-grade magic weapon that no one has ever really seen is a fabricated thing in the monk's heart.

Similarly, the virtuous and false people who know a lot of the inside story of Qingyunmen also have a half-believing attitude, only believing that there are fifty percent, and do not fully believe that Qingyunmen will have this treasure town.

Before Chen San had no trouble killing the seven elders of Chongxu Gate, when Wang Chaoyang took out the spear, the monstrous spiritual pressure from the spear made the eyes of Xianxu Zhenren flash, and the fifty percent in his heart also became ninety percent.

The rest of the Yicheng didn't believe it, because although there was an amazing spiritual pressure on the spear, it was difficult to perceive the treasure item level from it, so Xianxu Zhenren retained Yicheng.

However, today after finally seeing the rumored treasure of Qingyun Gate, and finally sensing the grade of the spear, Xianxu Zhenren had to be shocked, looking panicked.

In the world of cultivating immortals, there is a set of tricks for perceiving the level of treasures based on the true breath of treasures, although this set of tricks cannot also be incomplete, for example, monks in the enlightened period cannot perceive the level of treasures above the Xuan level. However, the virtuous and virtual real person who cultivated in the Yuan infant period can still clearly perceive the grade of the spear in Wang Chaoyang's hand, which is a treasure under the first level.

Just as every time a monk crosses a great realm, his cultivation strength will soar, and treasures are also suitable for this, even exceeding them.

The things refined by the monks can really be called treasures, which are divided into four levels of heaven and earth Xuanhuang, and each level is subdivided into three grades, among which the natural generation of heaven and earth is not pan, and the usable incarnation treasures are at hand.

The top-grade Yellow Treasure is already the strongest treasure that a monk can hold, and there is only one such treasure, and there is only one such treasure, and that is the snake venom dagger that made Chen San fall into such a miserable situation.

Now the strongest treasure that the Xianxu Zhenren once possessed has also become Chen San's bag, but the Xianxu Zhenren who once had such a treasure knows very well how powerful the treasures of the upper, middle and lower grades of the Yellow Rank are.

The high-grade treasures of the Yellow Rank against the lower-grade treasures of the Yellow Rank are like a monk in the early stage of Jindan against a monk in the late stage of foundation building, even if a monk in the late stage of foundation building who can step into the Jindan stage in just one step is desperate, he is by no means the opponent of the early stage monk of Jindan.

And the low-grade treasures of the Xuan Rank against the high-grade treasures of the Yellow Rank are like a Yuanying early stage monk against the last Jindan early stage monk, and there is no possibility of comparison, let alone a ground-level treasure.

Xianxu Zhenren believes that such a treasure as a low-grade earth treasure, Wang Chaoyang can only use the power of this treasure's fur, and after watching Wang Chaoyang's blow, the breath on his body can be known. Night Night Chinese

However, even if Xianxu Zhenren knew this, he couldn't stop panicking in his heart, because Wang Chaoyang really wanted to fight to the death, and he didn't hesitate to spend all his life to inject the spear in his hand, and Xianxu Zhenren didn't know if he could take this blow.

If you don't die, you have to be hit hard, you can only choose one of the two, and then you have to deal with Chen San, who has recovered, and in the end it is also a dead end.

Recalling that when Wang Chaoyang took out the spear and prepared to fight to the death, he was still greedy for the spear in Wang Chaoyang's hand, and Xianxu Zhenren immediately smiled bitterly in his heart.

If it weren't for the appearance of Chen San, Wang Chaoyang, who was forced to a dead end, would have fallen to death, and Wang Chaoyang, who had not yet reached a dead end, would never have made such a fierce and domineering blow.

"Senior Brother Gao, Qingyunmen has such a secret treasure, if Qingyunmen survives today, with that extremely powerful Chen San, and Qingyunmen with low-grade earth treasures, he only needs to recuperate for a while, even if he can't find the bad luck of the Void Sect, he can easily kill us from the Confucian Sect!

The spear in Wang Chaoyang's hand showed its might, and he immediately smashed the Xianxu Zhenren Ice Sword, and the scene of Xianxu Zhenren shocking the scene fell in the eyes of all the monks present, and Senior Brother Qi, who was away from Confucianism, immediately shouted to Senior Brother Gao Junshan, who was not far away.

When Gao Junshan heard this, he naturally knew what he meant by Senior Brother Qi Yuchunqi's words, and his face was hesitant for a moment, and he replied: "Okay!

As soon as Gao Junshan's words came out, the six elders of the Confucian Sect, including Qi Yuchun, were all sent a little in their hearts, and their faces retreated anxiously.

Looking at the appearance of the virtuous and the real person, there is a great possibility of ordering people to retreat at any time, and then it will really respond to what Qi Yuchun said, and it will not be long before the catastrophe of Confucianism falls.

As soon as he finished speaking, Gao Junshan waved a yellow bamboo and white ink pen treasure in his hand, stuck it in the ink inkstone hanging beside him, sucked up a full amount of ink, and shook his hand to draw a retreat in the void in front of him.

Gao Junshan's last stroke passed, and the moment the word was formed, the character immediately shook, rose to a huge character, and flew straight towards a Qingyunmen elder who was eager to step forward to intercept him.

This elder is about thirty years old, the sixth elder of Qingyunmen, and his name is Ouyang Zhiliang.

Ouyang Zhiliang had just arrived in the middle stage of Jindan, and it was already very difficult to fight Gao Junshan, who had been immersed in the late stage of Jindan for many years. When he heard that another Confucian elder shouted to Gao Junshan that if Gao Junshan used a killer, Ouyang Zhiliang had no choice but to wrap a three-foot Qingfeng and desperately step forward to obstruct it.

In such a situation, he dared to call out that he could come forward to help the killer of the virtuous and the real person, there was no need to think about it at all, Ouyang Zhiliang also knew that it must be extraordinary.

It's just that because the Confucian monk had different thoughts, he saved two points of his strength when he made a move. At this moment, Gao Junshan showed the art of becoming famous from Confucianism, and when he waved the words like a mountain, in the face of the rapid pressure of the words that rose to the height of the zhang, he could not avoid the past at all, Ouyang Zhiliang had to sigh bitterly in his heart, and pointed at the hilt of the blue Qingfeng sword beside him.

As the spiritual power in the dantian surged out, it was injected into the azure blue blue blade along Ouyang Zhiliang's fingers, and the azure blue blue blade quickly rose into a giant sword as long as a zhang, and then was clapped back by it, stabbing towards the huge retreat that came in front of him.

It seemed that the words and swords of the equal force suddenly exploded when they collided together, and the ink flew out, and the blue giant sword was also thrown out of it.

Pointing his finger back to the blue giant sword with dim aura, after the ink dispersed, there was no Gao Junshan in front of Ouyang Zhiliang.

With another sigh in his heart, when Ouyang Zhiliang greeted Qi Yuchun with his sword, Gao Junshan's shout came from a distance: "Master Xianxu, I'm here to help you." ”