On the stage, Long Yin Gongzi was still in a daze, but off the stage, a group of people reacted.

"Haha, good divine soldier, it's mine!"

"Don't think about it! The divine soldier belongs to my ghost face king, whoever dares to rob will die!"

"With this divine weapon, I will be invincible in the world!"

One figure after another rushed straight up, from the first three rows of the Twelve Heavenly Gate martial artists, from the fourth row and the next eleven Heavenly Gate martial artists, from the twentieth row and the next ten Heavenly Gate martial artists, from the onlookers, from all directions, hundreds of people poured in, strong or weak, fast or slow, but with greedy ambition and murderous killing intent, rushed to the ring.

Under such circumstances, Zhang Huaiyuan, who was holding a divine soldier, was really as powerless as a sheep surrounded by a lion, and could only tremble!

Suddenly, a golden light flew up from the corner, as fast as lightning, and rushed to Zhang Huaiyuan in front of everyone, but he didn't grab the divine soldier, but turned around to face the many surging heroes.

For a moment, it seemed as if time was slow, and the person was in the air, not yet falling, but the person had completed all the movements and faced everyone.

He is young and immature, like a simple peasant boy.

In the next instant, endless golden light burst out, causing the eyes of those present to be temporarily blinded, but the sound of screams continued to sound in their ears.

Immediately the golden light subsided, and everyone in the audience looked again, and the heroes of the rivers and lakes who rushed away and wanted to do bad things fell to the ground one after another, with only a sword wound on their bodies, but they did not see the murder weapon.

Only nine inconspicuous-looking people stood proudly in the ring.

Jin Chenxi is not only an exercise, but also an artistic conception. If you realize it, it is an earth-shattering miracle, and if you don't realize it, it's just an ordinary practice method.

This artistic conception, roughly speaking, has three folds.

The first weight is gold!

This weight is very easy to comprehend, after realizing, a body of mana can be applied freely, and it can be turned into a sharp blade, and it is difficult to be sharp, and it can protect the flesh when you retreat, and King Kong is not bad.

Wang Yi is currently at this point, so he used the magic of the invisible ice blade to create countless invisible blades, and injected such a slight trace of mana, so that these countless invisible blades turned into golden swords, which were incomparably sharp.

Covered with golden light, this countless golden sword was instantly emitted, and below the Feng Chu Realm, it was impossible to resist it at all. In this way, a group killing technique has been formed!

Named - 108,000 Swords!

Of course, this name is only an imaginary number, in fact, what was sent out just now is only a few dozen swords. But these dozens of swords, one by one, solved the vast majority of the incoming offenses, as for the remaining nine, they were the ones that the golden sword couldn't beat—the Feng Chu Realm monks!

With a light move, one hundred and eight thousand swords killed more than eighty people, including ten Haoqiang of the Twelve Heavenly Gates, and the people in the audience were terrified. Some people who have ghosts in their hearts, but don't dare to start it, or who want to sit on the benefits of fishermen later, are in a cold sweat at the moment, and they secretly say that they are lucky.

Unexpectedly, the Zhang family still hid such a big man. It's just that the nine people in front of him are not ordinary when they think about it, but they don't know who this divine weapon is going to fall into.

Yun Danqing still looked at Yun lightly, and none of the ten people on the stage were in her eyes.

The sisters of the Xie family were so frightened that they were terrified. I never expected that half a year ago, a ragged figure who looked like a beggar would be such a powerful warrior!

They don't know about monks, they just think of them as warriors. Thinking that just now my father personally admitted that anyone here could defeat him within ten moves, but now these people all died at the hands of the young man on the stage within one move, his strength is really powerful and terrifying!

And on the stage, the dragon Yin Gongzi had already left quietly. Zhang Huaiyuan held the divine soldier and was about to leave, but he didn't know that just after taking a step back, the nine monks stepped forward together.

"That Zhang family, don't go, when we solve this kid, obediently hand over the divine soldier and spare your life!"

Wang Yi looked at the people present, all the cultivation was in the Fengchu Realm, the strongest was in the late stage, and the weakest had just stepped in. Moreover, these people have mixed breaths in their bodies, and it is certain that all of them are loose cultivators.

How poor the monks of the Feng Chu Realm are!

If you want to be a disciple of the inner sect of the Yunxiao Sect, you can rely on the sect to rely on your own efforts to obtain contribution points in exchange for various magic weapons, but those who have magic weapons are only the top dozens of the inner sect.

And these casual cultivations, what kind of fate depends on the fate, where can you get the Dharma weapon.

Looking at the weapons in their hands, the strongest is only a level with the Dragon Yin Sword, and the weakest is worse than the sophisticated weapons made by Wang Yi, you can see how difficult it is for these scattered cultivators to mix.

However, no matter how bad the mix is, no matter how miserable it is, that's their business, and they won't allow it to come over and stir up Wang Yi's business!

"It's not easy to practice, and a few Taoist friends still hope to cherish their lives and leave on their own, and they will never be held accountable!"

"Hahahaha!"

The nine of them all laughed, especially the powerhouse in the late stage of the Feng Initial Realm, who laughed extremely happily.

"I'm afraid you're losing your mind, you're just a cultivator in the middle of the Feng Chu Realm, and I'm waiting for nine people here, but there are four people with the same cultivation as you. My cultivation is even more than yours, and if I cherish my life, I will return it to you!"

Wang Yi sneered and shouted, "Then let's see the kung fu under our hands!"

Immediately, a violent aura rushed out, and the faces of the nine people changed, and they couldn't help but become solemn, and then revealed their cultivation, and the breath in their bodies attracted the aura of the four directions, forming a powerful momentum.

The wooden ring creaked and creaked, as if it were about to collapse under these ten momentums.

Those Jianghu guests dodged away one after another, not daring to approach, only daring to watch from afar.

"Up!"

The monks of the late stage of the Feng Initial Realm burst into applause, and everyone made a move, all of them performed their tricks, but when they saw it, they were dazzling, and it was terrifying. It can be seen that although it is a casual cultivation, it is not easy to provoke if you can cultivate to this realm.

Wang Yi stomped on his feet, his body was erratic, but his speed flew dozens of meters into the air at a very fast speed. The body is full of breath and golden light, forming a statue of a compassionate Buddha.

Those nine people were the monks of the Feng Chu Realm, and they were obviously performing a trick, and the target was also dodging, but they could forcibly reverse the direction and hit Wang Yi in the air.

"If you come, break!"

The Buddha statue of Compassion suddenly revealed the angry eyes of Vajra, and reached out and slapped it with a palm, as if the blue sky pressed down, so that people had nowhere to hide.

A golden light rose up in the sky, shining on the people watching the battle.

After the golden light passed, he looked at the ring again, the back half was intact, and Zhang Huaiyuan was holding the divine soldier with a confused expression.

The first half of the ring was pressed into a pancake on the ground, and nine blood-colored flowers bloomed on this pancake.

Wang Yi fell lightly in front of Zhang Huaiyuan and said, "Continue the auction!"

It seemed to whisper to himself, but the voice made everyone hear it clearly, and he suddenly woke up from his stupor, and returned to his seat one by one.

When I retreated just now, I was in a hurry to use light work, but when I came back at this moment, no one dared to do it, so I could only walk over step by step, like an ordinary person.

Wang Yi lightly jumped to his position, picked up a cup of tea and slowly tasted it.