"I see!" Lu Chuan muttered, examining Mo Zicong and continuing:

"Since you are a guest, you should honestly stay where the guests should be. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 InfoThis is not the place for you. ”

Mo Zicong's eyes flashed with a different color, but he always had a faint smile on his face.

"Since I'm a guest, it's not a way to treat a hospitable brother like this!"

Mo Zicong didn't stop and walked towards this side.

Looking at his movements, Lu Chuan showed a playful smile. "I advise you to stop there. ”

"Oh......?"

Mo Zicong closed the folding fan in his hand, and there was a hint of doubt in his eyes, but he was soon covered by a confident divine light. Who is he? The delicate person among the three generations of disciples of the Purple Sect is like a casual disciple of the Purple Gold Sect. doesn't count the face of the sect, even he can't afford to lose that person. The look in his eyes flashed, and Lu Chuanxiu gave him an unobstructed view.

Seven layers of Qi training! No wonder so!

During the Qi training period, there are eight days of not going out, nine days of not moving the body, and ten layers of foundation building! The seventh layer is the top of the stage of walking around. However, his Mo Zicong's cultivation is precisely the peak of the tenth layer, and this time he went out to find the opportunity to successfully build a foundation!

"I'm very interested in the meat in Brother Dao's hands!" Mo Zicong walked forward again with confidence.

As he took a step, his surroundings changed abruptly. The originally green and shady land was covered by fog in an instant, and the field of vision was less than one meter.

The corners of Mo Zicong's mouth grinned slightly, revealing disdain. "Hmph, the formation? The formation of a mere Qi cultivator can't trap me!"

"Break it for me!" Mo Zicong snorted coldly, only to see him burst out with bright light, like the scorching sun in the sky. This light was like a wave of air, and in an instant, the fog around him was dispersed.

"Brother Dao, your formation is no more than Er'er. "The folding fan opens again, and it is chic!

Lu Chuan's eyes stared at this person,

The momentum of this person's explosion is not something that can be achieved in the ordinary Qi refining period, but it is far from the foundation building period. This person's heavenly court is full, his steps are light, and his whole body has spiritual energy that does not leak, like the roots of an old tree, if it is right, this person should be in the realm of Great Perfection of Qi Training, and he is only one step away from building a foundation.

With Lu Chuan's current knowledge, even if he can't directly perceive this person's cultivation, he can also analyze nine times out of ten with this person's performance.

Now that I have reached the seventh-level cultivation of Qi cultivation in the "Hongmeng Transformation Qi" method, and the "Da Ni Jinglun" has reached the peak of iron bones, I don't know if I can fight with this ten-layer peak monk according to my current strength!

Lu Chuan's eyes gradually lit up, since the black shadow disappeared, it had not appeared for several days, he was lacking a good opponent, and the one in front of him was sent to the door by himself.

"The array of furs, how can you have fun. As soon as the words fell, Lu Chuan's momentum changed, without any fancy punches, and he came with a straight punch with a fierce momentum.

"Heh, I'm trying to ask for Brother Dao's technique!" Mo Zicong was not surprised when he saw this.

This blow is a straight punch, and he can dodge it in a hundred ways, but this is not a life-and-death fight after all. If you are still so timid in the middle of discussions, it will be meaningless.

Mo Zicong's eyes stared, but he was a little more surprised. The Qi Cultivator attacked with his fists? What kind of routine is this? In any case, the Qi Cultivator did not cooperate with the technique, but instead did the opposite, which was already a fall to the lower level.

Mo Zicong's aura surged, condensing in front of him, like a condensing cloud. In a moment, an aura barrier appeared, and at this time, Lu Chuan's fist also bombarded!

Rumble!

Lu Chuan's body was shocked, and he retreated slightly after landing.

And Mo Zicong's face changed the moment Lu Chuan's fist touched the barrier. He only felt a powerful force bombarding him, like the power of a spirit sword roaring for thousands of miles. The next moment, in his shock, the barrier he had laid was shattered by the bombardment. Seeing that his fist was about to bombard the front door, he moved his body and dodged in an instant.

But at this moment, his eyes looking at Lu Chuan had changed, this was a look of incomprehension, surprise, and curiosity.

A Qi Practitioner can actually shatter the aura barrier I have laid with a single punch! Even if he fights with a tenth-level Qi cultivator, it is not so easy to be shattered! Could it be that this person is a person who refines the body? The Purple Gold Sect has such an achievement, and it is estimated that there is only one vein of the Divine Fall Pavilion, but isn't the Divine Fall Pavilion already in decline for hundreds of years...... Could it be that the rumors from the outside world are not true, and the Divine Fall Pavilion is still the same? This son is afraid that he is only twenty years old, and he can play with such strength, which can be seen!

Lu Chuan didn't care whether he was shocked or not, he just estimated the strength of both sides in his heart.

The tenth layer of Qi cultivation is really not to be underestimated, my punch was actually broken by the opponent's casual barrier, although it is not full strength, but it is enough to see the strength of this person.

In that case, let's try this trick...... Lu Chuan's eyes showed a bit of danger.

The aura on his body began to surge, seeping out from the meridians, condensing on the surface of his flesh, and a powerful tearing sensation instantly hit his body. This practice is no different from self-immolation, where the aura wraps every inch of the flesh as if it were a tiny piece of armor. But this is not something that everyone can try, the bursting degree of aura can tear apart the skin and flesh of a monk in an instant!

Lu Chuan's body surface came out of the aura visible to the naked eye, like a transparent flame, although it was colorless, but it seemed to be able to feel its burning sensation.

"Sure enough, a person who cultivates double is really a person of great perseverance, who are you who can cultivate and refine his body at such a young age?" Mo Zicong saw this scene and became even more curious about Lu Chuan's identity.

Lu Chuan was like an arrogant rocket, rushing towards Mo Zicong at once, and the speed was staggering.

Mo Zicong frowned, Lu Chuan's performance made him dare not be careless, Lu Chuan's strength has already threatened him, if he doesn't take it seriously, I'm afraid it will really capsize in the gutter.

He slapped the mustard bag on his waist, and a dazzling Mitsubishi shield the size of a palm appeared. This shield has a complex pattern, and the aura on it is wandering, and you can see that it is not an ordinary thing at a glance.

Mo Zicong's hand instantly shot out a spiritual light and submerged into the shield, and the Mitsubishi shield suddenly became as tall as a human. It floated two meters in front of Mo Zicong, and a thick aura burst out, as if it was an impassable city wall!

Touch!

Lu Chuan's body appeared in front of the shield, and he stretched out his hand to punch, and the anger on the fist was scorching, drawing a wave of qi visible to the naked eye in the air. But when it hit the shield, there was no response, and the surface of the shield vibrated like ripples a few times before disappearing without a trace.

It's so hard!

Lu Chuan said secretly in his heart.

His expression was solemn, his body moved, and he appeared behind Mo Zicong at the fastest speed, and he wanted to bombard his back with another punch. But the shield, like an unpredictable prophet, appeared in an instant where he was about to bombard.

Touch!

Another blow to no avail.

Lu Chuan gritted his teeth, his body was like a stray bullet, and he kept moving around Mo Zicong to attack, as dense as a storm, but every attack was blocked by this Mitsubishi shield.