Luo Chuan turned his head to look at Huang Yazi, and Qin Jiatian's voice sounded in his ears.

"This Huang Yazi once entered the ranks of the Ten Little Sons four years ago, and once ranked fifth, stabilizing Yue Qun and Chen Yusheng. Later, because he was defeated by the little monster in Tianhua Palace, he retreated in Kunting Mountain and comprehended a seven-grade method, and he has not shown up all these years. ”

Airplanes!

As soon as Qin Jiatian's words fell, there was another sound of swords.

After the feast, one person walked out of the ranks of more than thirty young martial cultivators. The man was eighteen or nineteen years old, tall and burly, with a lofty spirit, but his eyes were slightly narrow and long, and his gaze was slightly gloomy.

As soon as he appeared, he immediately attracted the attention of the elders and envoys of the various sects.

"Hehe, there are really a lot of people who want to take the opportunity to suppress you. Qin Jiatian said: "This person is Pu Yang, a secular martial artist with the same name as you. Southern Zhou Beipu, Dongbai Xihou, Luochuan Gongzi. Among them, Beipu is this person, and the five of you are all geniuses among this batch of secular martial arts cultivation geniuses this year, escorting the inner doors of the seven major sects. ”

"There is no distinction between dignity and inferiority, no respect for the virtuous, no respect for the elders, and no observance of the law. I'm Pu Yang, I'm ashamed to be as famous as you Luo Chuan!" Pu Yang held the knife and slowly pointed at Luo Chuan, his eyes flashed with terrifying lightning, like thunder, carving a reflection on the jade pillar of the palace, revealing his profound skills.

Luo Chuan shook his head, before the night banquet, he was still a little looking forward to what kind of young man the three worldly martial cultivators who were as famous as him and Zhou Buchen would be.

Seeing Pu Yang at this time, Luo Chuan felt a trace of disappointment in his heart.

As a secular martial cultivator, this person has not yet entered the sect, and what Luo Chuan has done has nothing to do with him. He jumped out and let out nonsense, and at first glance, he was patting Tianhua Palace's sycophants, and at the same time took the opportunity to suppress Luo Chuan.

Fortunately, Zhou Buchen had already fainted, otherwise he would have felt ashamed when he saw this scene.

Seeing Luo Chuan ignore him, the hostility in Pu Yang's eyes became more and more intense.

He secretly glanced at the ancestor of Tianhua Palace and the leaders of the various shili, but there was no reaction when he saw it. Pu Yang smiled coldly, his toes tapped, and the whole person fluttered up, and his body was suspended in mid-air.

The exclamation sounded, and not only the more than thirty young martial cultivators showed envy, but even many disciples of the fourth-order sect who had built the foundation also looked sideways. You must know that only when you cultivate to reach the True Dan Realm can you rely on your own Liliang to fly in the air in a short time. Although the monks of the Foundation Building Realm can also use some soaring techniques, they all need to cultivate specific methods, and most of them are as high as seven grades.

Pu Yang was secretly proud, his wrist flicked, and the sword light was like a shadow of water, only moving at first, and it stopped for a moment.

There were more white marks in the air, as if they had been carved by a knife. Pu Yang's knife no longer moved, but the white marks continued to appear, and in the blink of an eye, there were seventy or eighty more.

"It's a fast knife, and the knife skills are not bad. Round, this genius of your Great Zhou does have the strength to not lose to Brother Sichuan and Zhou Buchen. Wu Juren said in a low voice.

If he hadn't been so utilitarian, maybe he would have achieved more in the future. Sun Zhongyuan shook his head, noncommittal.

The leaders and elders of the various sects all looked at Pu Yang with admiration. Many elders have already made up their minds, how can they win this Pu Yang over. Pu Yang's reputation and achievements had allowed him to secure the quota of the inner gate of the Seven Great Immortal Sects, and now that these two hands were exposed, it showed that he was no less powerful than a first-class fourth-order cultivator, and it added weight to him.

"It's going to steal the show. Huang Yazi of Kunting Mountain sneered, pinched out a magic trick in his hand, and slowly floated up.

Unlike Pu Yang, Huang Yazi did not float out of thin air, black shadows overflowed from the soles of his feet, and gradually rolled out, like a tumbling black tide. Compared with Pu Yang, Huang Yazi's flying skills are obviously more stable and magnificent.

The black tide continued to roll, and I don't know whether Huang Yazi deliberately or unintentionally, there was a trace of Xiang Puyang. The snow-white scars trembled in the air, and finally broke away.

Pu Yang glanced at Huang Yazi jealously and did not speak.

Boom!

The flying sword moved around the beam, leaving a circle of waves in the air, and finally settled firmly in mid-air. The figure flickered like lightning, and Guan Lushan, a female disciple of Tianhua Palace, appeared on the flying sword, silent, staring at Luo Chuan with cold eyes.

In her breath, there is a straight up to the sky, a domineering artistic conception, which makes people think of the word "Tianhua".

Although Pu Yang and Huang Yazi are very strong, when Guan Lushan appears, whether it is breath or momentum, they will obviously overpower the two of them, and their strength is still above the two.

These three people are undoubtedly the strongest three of the disciples who came to watch the ceremony. Guan Lushan is placed among the young disciples of Tianhua Palace, even if it is not the strongest, it is also first-class. Huang Yazi is the leader of the younger generation in Kunting Mountain.

The three of them floated in mid-air, full of fighting spirit, pointing directly at Luo Chuan, and their intentions couldn't be more obvious.

Luo Chuan can't pass on the fire, and he is destined to miss the Immortal Dao, but he doesn't have any value left. He Zuihou has a little value, that is, he stepped on his top position and made a name for himself through it!

The elders of the six major sects looked conniving, the disciples of the various sects clamored loudly, and the monarchs and ministers of the Tang Kingdom looked worried, and the war seemed to be about to break out, but I don't know which of the three Luo Chuan would choose.

Or is it cowardly and refusing to fight?

The cool breeze of the summer night blew from outside the hall, and Luo Chuan raised his head with a clear gaze.

"In that case, let's go together. ”

The whole hall was shocked.

Without waiting for the three of them to react, Luo Chuan used the Wind Escape Technique to resist the wind, and at the same time, Xiangshang threw a punch.

His body is fluttering, like Ling Feng crossing the sky, and like a flying feather. But his fists were domineering, and the wind of his fists was wrapped in waves of qi, as if he could overturn the dome of the palace.

Five months ago in the Wind Rising Palace, Luo Chuan first realized the Wind Method, and in the past five months, Luo Chuan's attainments in the Wind Technique have improved by leaps and bounds, and he is not inferior to the two methods of water and fire.

The body is soft, the boxing is domineering, the two completely different artistic conceptions are rubbed together by Luo Chuan, and the fist power is swept away, and the three of Guan Lushan are instantly involved in the battle circle.

The faces of the three of them changed together, they didn't expect Luo Chuan to be so domineering, fighting three in one battle, and fighting as soon as he said he would!

In front of everyone's eyes, who of the three Guan Lushan was willing to bear the charge of being outnumbered? It was this hesitation that made the three of them miss the best opportunity and give up the opportunity to Luo Chuan.

In mid-air, Luo Chuan had a mysterious smile on his face.

His body turned into a flowing wind, and in an instant, it dispersed into thousands of wisps. At this time, above the main hall, a strange scene appeared, only to see thousands of flowing winds flying back and dancing, making bursts of whistling. These tens of millions of flowing winds seemed to have an independent consciousness, and along different trajectories and directions, they rushed towards the three of Guan Lushan.

The wind is formless and colorless, and can only be captured from the traces of air fluctuations, Guan Lushan and the three of them have lost the opportunity, and it is too late to capture the trajectory of Luo Chuan's wind spell.

Pu Yang wielded the long knife, and the shadow of the knife was heavy, covering the sky, leaving white marks in the air, enveloping himself in it. However, the next moment, he saw a flower in front of him, and a figure gradually appeared from the flowing wind. From blurry to clear, it seems to be very slow, and it seems to be extremely fast, and it is completely presented in the blink of an eye, it is Luo Chuan.

Pu Yang's face changed slightly, although he had the ability to build a foundation, but after all, he was born in the martial arts world, and in the face of the mysterious immortal Dao method, he instinctively had a trace of fear.

"Don't worry, it's enough for you to use martial arts alone. ”

Luo Chuan seemed to see Pu Yang's thoughts, and said with a smile, his backhand was a palm.

Pu Yang raised his knife to meet him, and suddenly urged all the true elements, and instantly condensed a layer of "solid ice" on the surface of the knife. This is his killer weapon, a pseudo-knife gang! Often at the juncture of Zuihou, he uses it unexpectedly to turn the tide of the war.

"Death will end up in the face of face. There are not ten disciples of the Immortal Family who were defeated by my move, but there are also nine. ”

Pu Yang felt a burst of ecstasy in his heart, and when he looked at Luo Chuan, there was already a trace of pity in his eyes.

The knives collided, and the bloody scene in Pu Yang's imagination did not happen. The irresistible strength surged from the other end of the sword, Pu Yang's arm trembled wildly, only to feel that he was on the top of the wind and waves, it was difficult to resist, and there was a feeling that he was about to vomit blood.

How could he have such profound skills!

Pu Yang exclaimed in his heart, and when he looked around, he saw Luo Chuan shaking the blade of the knife with the palm of his hand, and slapped four palms with a flick of his fingers, the angle and rhythm of each palm were different, and the knife gang, which was close to the sharpness of the divine soldier, only left a shallow white mark on the palm.

Pu Yang was so frightened that his soul was scattered, and among his peers, he had never met anyone who could use his flesh palm to compete with his pseudo-Daogang. This pseudo-sword gang was the first monk he saved in his early years, and the monk was profound, and he passed on this thaumaturgy. It was with this thaumaturgy that he was able to defeat many martial arts geniuses of his generation, almost invincible, and step by step to his current position.

Fifth palm.

With a "snap", the pseudo-knife shattered, and the war knife broke into two.

More than 200,000 catties of huge power, along Luo Chuan's palm, poured out.

Pu Yang didn't snort, he was blasted out of thirty steps, vomited blood in mid-air, bounced twice after falling to the ground, and passed out.

In the eyes of most Immortal Family disciples, Luo Chuan's time from the palm to the complete victory, just the blink of an eye, was amazingly fast.

The most shocking ones are Huangyazi and Guan Lushan, Pu Yang's strength is in the first line with them, but he was easily defeated by Luo Chuan. If it is replaced by himself, how many moves can he support in the face of the hidden mystery and surging power?

At this moment, Huang Yazi and Guan Lushan retreated at the same time, but the cruel words had been released, so they could only face the battle hard.

With words in his mouth, Huang Yazi pinched the "Black God Formula", and the dark shadows on the soles of his feet became thicker and thicker, like dark clouds stacked on top of each other, densely packed, surrounding him.

It is also Huang Yazi who is afraid of Luo Chuan's untraceable wind technique, and wants to use the cloud to resist the wind, and first guard against this wave of Luo Chuan's offensive.

In the turbulent palace hall, the sound of water suddenly sounded, as if it was raining.

Huang Yazi subconsciously aimed outside the hall with his afterglow, but found that the sky was clear, and the moon was bright and the stars were shining.

Not good!

Huang Yazi's heart tightened, and after an instant, he found that the thousands of flowing winds disappeared at some point, and were replaced by dense raindrops!

As soon as there was a flower in front of him, Huang Yazi saw that five steps in front of him, a phantom figure appeared. The phantom was completely transformed by the rain, but it gathered into a human form, and if you look closely, it is a young man with long hair hanging down her waist, who is it not Luo Chuan?

Looking at Luo Chuan, who came in the form of rain, Huang Yazi panicked.

After all, Huang Yazi was the leader among the disciples of Kunting Mountain's foundation building, and at the last moment, he pinched out another seal, and his body flew backwards.

"Qiankun Shield!"

Reciting a mantra in his mouth, Huang Yazi suddenly stretched out his arms, and a circle of light wheels appeared in front of him, which contained a huge force of nearly 200,000 catties, as solid as gold and jade.

Boom!

The rain gathered into a wave of white waves and hit the Qiankun Shield, only causing a splash and failing to move on.

Another figure came out of the oblique thorn, but it was Guan Lushan Imperial Sword who came and forced Luo Chuan.

Seeing this, Huang Yazi's confidence suddenly soared.

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