I come to see Bai Yujing today

Chapter 159: The Proud Chen Zhian, the Unrivaled Qin Wenzhou [Two in One]

There are no clouds in the sky tonight, and the stars are dense and busy. They are silent, yet seem quite lively.

Just like the boats coming and going on the Huanglong River.

Only Lu Haihui's boat was parked not far from the bank of the Huanglong River. On the boat, Lu Haihui stood with his hands behind his back, looking at Chen Zhian from afar.

The big ship that Xie Beitu was on passed by. The eldest son of the Xie family had some expectations in his eyes, and his gaze kept moving between Lu Haihui and Chen Zhian.

Neither of them had spoken yet about his proposal.

Until three breaths have passed.

Lu Haihui smiled and said, "Chen Zhian, since you think you have extraordinary talent, and I call myself a god, do you dare to fight me?"

Chen Zhian narrowed his eyes and remained silent.

The Luanxiu in his hand made a slight ringing sound.

He just wanted to have a big battle with Lu Haihui to prove his own cultivation and combat power, and to see whether he was stronger or weaker than the geniuses of the six surnames of Dayu.

only……

He proclaimed himself a god, and sealed his true essence and divine power, but it seemed that there were too many hidden dangers.

He really didn't trust Lu Haihui.

Lu Haihui's gaze was captivating, with a hint of clear mockery in his eyes.

"Provoke me?"

Chen Zhian shook his head and was about to refuse just to be on the safe side.

But suddenly a voice came to his ears.

Chen Zhian turned his head and looked sideways. Unknowingly, a paper crane slowly flew over and hung on his shoulder.

His eyes suddenly lit up.

"Why not?"

Chen Zhian picked up the reins, turned the horse around, and said loudly: "Lu Haihui, there are too many people here, and we can't move freely. Let's go to Prince Duanque's horse farm."

Without waiting for Lu Haihui's answer, he rode straight to West City.

Lu Haihui's eyes were calm, but there was a hint of murderous intent in them. Without waiting for the pleasure boat to dock, he stepped into the water, stepped on the water, and reached the river bank in just a few steps.

Xie Beitu's eyes lit up, as if he was a curious person who liked to see something exciting. He also jumped into the water, touched the water and went straight to West City.

Li Guiwan and Yu Su looked at each other.

The little Su Nu from Sushen Mountain asked Li Guiwan: "Should we go?"

Li Guiwan immediately stood up and said, "Both Chen Zhian and Lu Haihui are rare figures. It is natural for me to go and see them fighting in the same realm."

Xie You was still on the boat. He had clearly seen the murderous intent in Lu Haihui's eyes just now, and he felt a little excited.

"I won't join in the fun. If Lu Haihui gets angry and kills Chen Zhian, it will be a complete end."

His eyes flickered, and he casually flicked out two gold ingots, which fell on the piano table of the woman playing the piano.

Xie You put his hands behind his back and looked at the prosperous Xuantianjing from afar.

West City Meadow.

Prince Duanque and Qu Junhui were lying on recliners, each holding a teapot in their hands and looking up at the stars in the sky.

In the vast grassland, wild grass sways and old trees rustle.

The moon was high in the sky and there was not a breath of wind.

There is a hint of autumn in the warm air.

"Just right, let these youngsters cheer you and me up."

Prince Duanque's aura was as broad as the grassland, and the jeweled ring on his thumb emitted a strange light.

Qu Junhui's eyes were burning as he said, "You and I both know that Chen Zhian is a true genius. In just a few months, he has already entered the Xiantian realm.

But I still want to know whether his foundation is solid or not, and how does he compare to the young people of the six surnames in Dayu?"

Prince Duanque rubbed the purple clay teapot in his hand with his fingertips and said, "Don't underestimate Lu Haihui. Even though the young people of my Dayu generation are far inferior to the previous generation, Lu Haihui is from the Shangyuan Lu family after all.

He has inherited fourth-grade magical powers, and has laid a solid foundation since childhood with many extremely precious elixirs.

If both of them were at the first level of innateness, perhaps Chen Zhian could defeat them.

But even if Lu Haihui sealed his cultivation, his experience in cultivation, control over his magical powers, and understanding of the sword's meaning could not be sealed. Whether Chen Zhian could win or not was still unclear."

Qu Junhui slowly shook his head: "Your Majesty, I don't know Lu Haihui, but I know Chen Zhian."

"I have been in Xuantianjing for more than 30 years and have seen many young people, but few are like Chen Zhian.

He seems arrogant and overconfident.

But if you look at him carefully, you will find that he relies on something for every step he takes, and he is not overestimating his own abilities. "

Prince Duanque thought about it, agreed with Qu Junhui's words, and nodded slightly.

The two men's gazes shifted from the bright moon and stars in the sky to the grassland.

Chen Zhian rode up on horseback.

Lu Haihui followed closely behind.

Xie Beitu, Li Guiwan and Yu Su finally bumped into each other.

The few of them had no time to exchange pleasantries and just looked towards the grassland.

Chen Zhian dismounted from the Beiyin horse and patted the horse's back gently. This famous northern horse galloped away.

He lowered his head and touched Luanxiu, with a look of pity in his eyes. Then he turned his wrist, and Luanxiu disappeared, replaced by the Hanlu sword.

The cold ground reflected the bright moonlight and looked quite cold.

Chen Zhian drew his sword from its sheath and threw it lightly.

In the sky above the grassland, clouds suddenly rolled up and swept up the five thousand-forged sword.

The cold law hung high above Chen Zhian's head, emitting a silver glow.

Lu Haihui stepped forward and casually stretched out his hand, and immediately a long sword appeared in his hand.

The sword was completely black, the scabbard, the hilt, and even the blade itself was black.

The moonlight shone on the sword, but it did not even reflect a single ray of moonlight.

"The Ten Thousand Forged Sword..."

Chen Zhian stood in the distance, holding a sword.

Xie Beitu shouted loudly: "Both of you should stop using your magical powers, otherwise there will be no fairness."

The true energy in Lu Haihui's body rose, and the soul in the innate fetal palace shone brightly, locking the fetal palace.

There is also true energy flowing from the inside of the Heavenly Gate, locking the Heavenly Gate.

But in an instant, Lu Haihui's aura weakened a lot.

He looked at Chen Zhian with inquiry in his eyes.

Chen Zhian nodded slowly, looking energetic.

Today, he was going to fight against the top figure among the six clans of Dayu, which made him very excited.

call!
call!
Suddenly, there was a howling wind in the originally windless sky.

The void around him seemed to become solemn and murderous.

"Chen Zhian, come and see my magical powers."

Lu Haihui walked over without any hesitation.

With every step he took, a strong wind came and wrapped around his body.

His spirit was like a howling gale, and his voice was filled with murderous intent: "Let's see how your background differs from that of the six noble families."

Lu Haihui spoke casually.

But his voice was like rolling thunder, shaking the mountains and forests in the distance.

A strong sword force came from this place, as if it was going to blow away everything, extremely overbearing.

boom!
After the strong wind!

Lu Haihui's figure suddenly turned into a stream of light, gushing out blazing true energy, and headed straight towards Chen Zhian.

With the forged sword in his hand, the sword intent created a strong wind and brought up many sword lights.

Before the sword light arrived, the black robe on Chen Zhian's body had already fluttered.

But when everyone looked at him, Chen Zhian's expression did not change at all.

He was seen moving on the wind, not retreating at all, but actively facing Lu Haihui's strong wind sword intent.

While running, Chen Zhian's right hand reached into the void and pulled out a long sword.

The Dou Ji long sword brought up a surging sword intent.

The sword intent came roaring like a dragon, causing the heaven and earth to be filled with murderous aura.

"What kind of sword intent is this?" Xie Beitu and the other two were all shocked, sensing the terrifying murderous intent in Chen Zhian's sword intent.

Strong winds and rough waves!

The murderous intent is thundering!
Lu Haihui and Chen Zhian's speeds reached extreme levels.

The sword intent and the knife intent suddenly collided.

boom!
But in just a moment, or even shorter, the two thoughts met...

Immediately afterwards, a terrifying storm swept out from the two of them.

The sound of the collision of true energy was like thunder, and the sound of the overlapping of sword intent was like a burning fire.

All the grass and trees within a radius of more than ten feet were cut down in the blink of an eye.

Wild grass was flying all over the sky.

And from the weeds, Lu Haihui showed his whereabouts, slashing with his thousand-forged sword, and the sword intent came from all directions.

After one sword strike, Lu Haihui took a step sideways and his figure suddenly disappeared!

Chen Zhian was still standing there, with the Hanlu sword above his head falling down with thick clouds.

He twisted his body strangely, and the Dou Ji long sword in his hand slashed towards the back like an army charging at a city.

The murderous intent of the sword seemed to kill all things. From Badu to the north, twelve layers of violent waves rolled in.

All of a sudden!
Jiuxiao used his supernatural power to control the sword, turning it into a stream of light and cutting off those sword lights.

However, when Badu Beiqu's swordsmanship slashed through the air, a sound of metal clashing was heard.

Clang!
The sword intent is vigorous and powerful.

Lu Haihui showed up and the long knife was blocked.

He had already raised his left hand, then clenched it into a fist and smashed it out with a loud bang.

Violent blood energy burst out from his body, mixed with innate true energy, and fell down like a giant hammer.

Chen Zhian dropped his long sword onto the ground, and he lifted his legs off the ground and clenched his fists.

He seemed to have grasped the void into his fists, and turned into a ferocious tiger, with his arms swung down and his fists like tiger claws.

The body that had been tempered to the perfect state of the Crucible Treasure Record now gave rise to a torrent of energy and blood, like a flood, smashing down with one punch.

However, the cold law under the control of Chen Zhian's Nine Heavens Divine Ability brought up a surging cloud flow, just like a falling meteor, descending from the sky and piercing straight towards Lu Haihui's head.

The two of them bumped fists.

A terrifying force burst out from it, like a rolling wave, causing a tornado.

Lu Haihui's forged long sword swept towards the sky, as if to cut off the stars in the sky, but it actually cut off the clouds on Han Lu's sword.

"not enough!"

Lu Haihui sneered, his figure disappeared, but the Wanduan sword came out of thin air and pierced Chen Zhian's throat.

This sword was like a flying arrow, extremely fast.

And Lu Haihui's figure appeared beside him.

He swept his right leg across, and his innate true energy surged up, unifying his blood, body, and true energy to the extreme.

The terrifying power mixed in here, coupled with a first-grade profound skill, was just like a god whipping a mountain, sweeping it fiercely.

The Wanduan sword has already locked Chen Zhian's hiding place.

And this kick seemed to be able to cut Chen Zhian in half.

"Even if it is black iron that has been forged a hundred times, it will break if I kick it."

Lu Haihui sneered in his heart.

The strong wind that spread out from his legs went straight for dozens of feet and swept down more than a dozen poplar trees!

Li Guiwan and Yu Su's pupils shrank slightly, and they both saw how exquisite Lu Haihui's sword and kick were.

Qu Junhui couldn't help but stand up and look into the distance.

But what he had not expected was that even though Chen Zhian slowed down for a moment, he still raised his sword, with strong sword intent and shining brilliance.

He used his long sword to meet the Wanduan sword that was coming straight at him.

"No defense?"

Everyone was surprised.

But then he saw the Hanlu sword floating in the sky, and it suddenly broke through the clouds and pierced the back of Lu Haihui's head.

Chen Zhian's expression remained unchanged, several tendons in his body had already stretched out, and all the blood and energy in his body had been condensed on his skin and fascia. His body was tense, like a shield.

"This Chen Zhian wants to take a kick from Lu Haihui." Xie Beitu reacted immediately.

Li Guiwan sighed in his heart: "If Lu Haihui kicks me, the sword power will stop the surging sword intent and pierce Lu Haihui's head!"

Attack as defense!

Not afraid at all!

Lu Haihui was also fully aware of the murderous intent behind him. His expression became ferocious, his long hair flew, and he twisted his body to the right, legging towards Chen Zhian's Hanlu sword.

But Chen Zhian's left fist was like a tiger, smashing down hard.

This punch seemed to be mixed with wind and thunder, invisible blood and energy carrying invisible true energy, as if a ferocious tiger with bared fangs and claws pounced on him, violent to the extreme.

Lu Haihui's long legs pushed Han Lu away, and he struck with his left elbow. His innate true energy hastily cut through his blood and energy to meet Chen Zhian's punch.

when!
With a slight sound, this hasty elbow strike collided with Chen Zhian's powerful punch. Lu Haihui felt pain and groaned, but he also used the force to go straight forward and disappeared into the void.

"What kind of boxing style is this by Chen Zhian?" Li Guiwan was very curious.

The smile on Xie Beitu's face disappeared, and he replied, "It's Tiger Fist."

Tiger fist hug?
Li Guiwan didn't react for a while.

Xie Beitu added: "It was created by Shafo Hou and used for military training."

"Is it General Rongtian's military fist?" Li Guiwan opened his mouth.

How can an ordinary boxing technique that is not even at the level of a profound skill unleash such power?

"Chen Zhian has already practiced the Tiger Fist to perfection. Every inch of his blood and energy, every strand of his true essence, is just right. Moreover...his physical strength seems to be far superior to that of an ordinary innate person."

Several people were talking.

Lu Haihui held the sword again. His expression was gloomy. His true energy was stimulated, his spiritual energy was flowing, and his figure flashed several times.

The long sword was handed out, and the sword intent was like a strong wind, bringing up hundreds of sword lights. The sword lights swept across, raising dust, covering the surrounding area of more than twenty feet, and stirring up rolling mud and sand.

Chen Zhian was not afraid at all. Several divine auras flowed, and he used the Nine Heavens supernatural power to control the Hanlu sword, as if it fell from the clouds in the sky, bringing up the sword intent of Yun Zhongjun, just like a falling star from the sky, smashing down and hitting under the sword light of Lu Haihui.

His long sword went straight forward, like a general knocking on the door, like an army attacking a city; the ferocious sword light stirred up a storm and emitted inch-by-inch sound waves.

The sound waves were harsh, but Chen Zhian's knife was extremely fast.

The sword intent meets the sword intent.

The Dou Ji long sword collided with the Wan Duan sword.

In a cloud of smoke.

The ear-piercing sound of metal clashing continued.

In the extremely short period of more than ten breaths, the two probably fought dozens of times.

Wherever the two men passed, weeds flew, dust covered the ground, and dozens or even hundreds of large trees nearby were cut down.

From time to time, the sound of blood and energy roaring could be heard, like a tiger roaring in the mountains.

Lu Haihui's true energy flourished, his supernatural powers descended, and his sword energy was rampant.

"it is good!!"

Xie Beitu's eyes flickered and he was eager to fight. He wished he was the one to fight with the two of them.

when!
A golden light burst out, and there was another sound of swords clashing.

The clouds rolled up, and thousands of sword lights flashed like stars. Chen Zhian slashed with his sword, and the purple and clear mystical true essence rolled in like a torrent.

Lu Haihui gritted his teeth...

Why is Chen Zhian's true energy so strong?
How many divine essences did he cultivate? The Nine Heavens Divine Ability controlled the sword light, which never stopped, and there was also divine essence that could lock the void and control the sword and fist techniques!
The long sword in Lu Haihui's hand stirred up a storm, and a trace of murderous intent suddenly flashed in his eyes.

"Kill him while you have the chance!"

After a long and unsuccessful attack, Lu Haihui's momentum gradually declined, and his true energy and spiritual energy were too depleted. However, Chen Zhian was still full of energy and did not show any sign of fatigue at all.

So Lu Haihui became murderous!
The surging true energy roared, and the strong wind sword intent swept in all directions.

An extremely powerful aura burst out from him.

"die!"

Like a violent storm tornado.

Lu Haihui stepped out in the smoke and dust, and a flash of unparalleled sword light burst out, filling the night.

laugh!
The sword intent exploded, carrying a surging murderous intent in its coldness, and the raging sword intent in the void was like a raging storm.

Chen Zhian was not afraid at all, his eyes lit up and he said with a smile: "Master Lu, do you want to achieve your goal in one battle?"

He stepped forward, his true energy surging, and the long sword had returned to the sheath without him knowing, but his right hand fell on the scabbard.

In the sky, the clouds turned again, and the rolling clouds, mixed with a little cold light, fell down.

Chen Zhian drew his sword!

The fierce sword intent is like a cold winter, killing everything!
Rumble!
Just the collision of the two people's rotating airflows caused a shocking explosion.

Xie Beitu, Li Guiwan, and Yu Su were all bystanders, but they clearly noticed...

"When did Lu Haihui become so shameless?"

"He wants to remove the seal!"

……

Before the three of them could finish their thoughts, Chen Zhian's sword intent changed again.

Chen Zhian was seen with a solemn face, the sword intent on his long sword flowing up layer by layer.

This knife seemed to be extremely sharp, as if a dragon knife was pulled out from the scabbard.

The sword dragon roared ferociously and roared like thunder.

An extremely surging murderous intent condensed from Chen Zhian's sword intent, as if it was as cold as winter, and it also wanted to kill everything.

Kill kill kill!

The sword intent is strong and goes straight to the ninth level.

Slash down from here...

Chen Zhian's sword was too fast, extremely fast. In just a moment, it brought up a chill and fell directly on Lu Haihui's ten thousand-forged sword.

Sonorous!

The sword intent swept across.

Lu Haihui's strong wind sword intent was cut off in an instant.

The remaining true energy of Lu Haihui was unable to block Chen Zhian's ninth-level sword intent, and before he could even lift the seal, he was swept away by the powerful energy.

Even though his sword was as strong as the wind, it blocked many of Chen Zhian's sword lights!
Even though his spiritual energy was flowing, he mobilized the true energy in his body that flowed out from the seal to block it.

However, Chen Zhian's sword light still shattered the sword intent and true energy, making a sharp sound.

laugh!
The long knife fell, and a flash of blood splashed.

This man with a strong physique and abundant vital energy suffered a hideous wound on his body.

The wound went from his right shoulder to his left abdomen, and blood was flowing.

Lu Haihui fell to the ground with a pale face. The severe pain made it impossible for him to gather his true energy.

Chen Zhian had already arrived with a knife...

"Mr. Lu, do you want to unblock me and kill me?"

"It's so shameless, yet he claims to be born noble. It's laughable."

The long sword soared above Chen Zhian's head, and his aura was moving vigorously.

"This Chen Zhian wants to kill someone?"

Xie Beitu suddenly realized Chen Zhian's intention.

He was just about to make a move.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew up in the sky, and among the stars, a bright light appeared faintly.

The light grew brighter and brighter, falling straight down and about to land on Chen Zhian.

Suddenly...

Chen Zhian just felt his whole body extremely stiff.

Hidden in that light was an extremely terrifying power, as if it was going to crush him into ashes?
"Who took action?"

Chen Zhian was filled with rage. He looked up stubbornly, but saw a man in black looking down at him from the clouds in the sky.

"You are so young, but you have such a murderous nature. Keeping you here will only bring disaster!"

"Lu Qinghe!" Chen Zhian's eyes flashed, and he was furious: "Old dog, you want to kill me with such a cultivation level?"

snort!
The wind is howling, life and death are just a moment away.

At this moment, the voice of Prince Duanque came: "Lord Lu! The younger generation is playing around, why do you need to intervene?"

In a moment, the air flow rolled up, and a feather arrow was like a meteor, bringing up a torrent and falling directly on the brilliance.

The light flickered and collided, followed by a violent sound.

"Your Majesty!"

Lu Qinghe sat on the clouds and looked towards where the prince was.

Just at this moment, someone suddenly stood up from the clouds in the distance.

The man put his hands behind his back and rose up slowly like a sun, emitting light and heat.

"Lu Qinghe, you don't even care about your dignity anymore."

When this person stood up, the bright moon and stars in the sky, the mountains and forests on the earth, and all things seemed to have lost their luster at this moment.

Only this person stood in the clouds, hanging high in the sky like the sun and the moon, shining brightly and dazzlingly to the extreme.

"Qin Wenzhou!"

Lu Qinghe's expression was slightly solemn.

Qin Wenzhuo walked over step by step and said: "I have been in the north for a long time. You seem to have forgotten my temperament and my divine appearance... Lu Qinghe, among the people in your Lu family, only the head of the Lu family is considered a figure.

And you, the so-called head of the family... are just an old dog.

Come and take my punch. If you can survive my punch, I will turn around and leave Xuan Tianjing immediately."

call!call!
The strong wind blew violently, blowing the dragon robe on Qin Wenzhuo's body.

Qin Wenzhuo's right fist fell from his hands, which were originally behind his back.

Rumble!
There was a loud thunder in the sky and a gust of wind on the ground.

He clenched his fist without any preparation and simply threw a punch.

Boom!
It was as if a god was beating a drum, and the sound was exploding in this suspended city.

Immediately afterwards, a terrifying power like the earth turning upside down and mountains collapsing erupted.

This punch was terrifying.

Behind Qin Wenzhuo, he could vaguely see a divine general looming.

The power of this punch rolled up the clouds in the sky, and the stars in the sky were obscured by the clouds.

At first glance, the wisps of fist light looked like tens of millions of real dragons entwined and dancing, and the energy rolled like a torrent, as if it was going to cause the sky to collapse and the earth to split.

At this moment, Qin Wenzhuo was like a living god, ready to smash the old dog on the cloud to death with one punch.

There was a look of fear in Lu Qinghe's eyes.

Behind him, there was a statue standing tall. The statue had gorgeous feathers, like a phoenix, and two pearls in each eye. It was actually a statue of a wise god.

Chen Zhian looked up.

It was the first time he saw such a huge divine image, standing behind Lu Qinghe like a mountain.

At the same time, a gem above Lu Qinghe's head slowly rose up and shone high in the sky. The gem shone brightly, complementing the divine appearance, and together they condensed an extremely heavy power, as if trying to block Qin Wenzhuo's punch.

but……

Qin Wenzhuo’s punch was too powerful, seemingly unstoppable!

It was so powerful that when the punch landed on the divine image of Chongming and the radiance of the gem, thunder roared instantly and the heaven and earth seemed to tremble.

Click!

There was a crisp sound.

The divine appearance and supreme brilliance that Lu Qinghe condensed were shattered almost in an instant.

The raging waves spread out in all directions.

Pure power flows freely.

Lu Qinghe groaned, blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and his body swayed and fell from the clouds.

Another streak of light flashed by, sweeping up Lu Qinghe in the air and Lu Haihui on the ground, and they disappeared...

The clouds in the sky that were blown up by the strong wind were completely cleared away by Qin Wenzhuo's punch.

The stars are still shining, the moon is shining high, the sky is clear and the stars are shining.

Xie Beitu swallowed and his body was shaking slightly.

Li Guiwan and Yu Su remained silent.

After a few breaths, Li Guiwan suddenly asked Yu Su: "Can the Lord of Sushen Mountain take this punch?"

Yu Su glanced at her and asked, "Your father is the head of the Li family. Can he take this punch?"

"My grandfather can certainly do it."

"I'm asking about your father."

"My father has a mysterious treasure of good fortune..."

Yu Su blinked and looked at Li Guiwan.

Li Guiwan was immediately discouraged: "I'm afraid it won't work if I just rely on my own strength."

“No wonder they say that apart from the six surnames of Dayu, the three most powerful people in the court are Duke Anguo, the Imperial Master, and Qin Wenzhuo.”

"But in terms of age, Qin Wenzhou is much younger than Duke Anguo and the Imperial Master... If there is no Kuixing of Dayu in this generation, perhaps Qin Wenzhou will become the new Kuixing."

Li Guiwan said this.

Chen Zhian was still standing there, looking up at the sky, recalling the horrific punch Qin Wenzhuo had just delivered.

"Is this the strength of Qin Dadu Yu? No wonder Lu Qinghe had no reaction when I killed Lu Shengxuan on the Panchi Stage, but suddenly came over to kill me tonight..."

Chen Zhian thought of the power of that punch, his eyes flickered, and suddenly became extremely bright.

"This kind of power is really too amazing, too... desirable."

Chen Zhian took a deep breath.

After a long time, he looked at the bloodstains on the grass and shook his head.

Just remember every sword and knife.

Xie Beitu grinned...

"It seems that Chen Zhian regrets that he failed to kill Lu Haihui."

"He is so young, how can he be so murderous?" Li Guiwan frowned and said, "And what he just did was... the ninth level of sword intent, which seemed to contain infinite murderous energy, wanting to kill everything, which was shocking."

“In any case, this Chen Zhian is indeed an extraordinary person.” Xie Beitu smiled, full of fighting spirit: “It’s a pity that his current cultivation is too low. Half of my cultivation is above my physique. Even if I seal the divine appearance and true essence to fight him, it can’t be called fair.

Otherwise, I will have to fight him to the bitter end."

Li Guiwan had no intention of talking to this one-armed madman from the Xie family; his eyes were still on Chen Zhian.

"It's a pity that he was born a few years later and his cultivation level has lagged behind. Otherwise, it's hard to say who would have gotten the Lu Wu Jian."

that's the truth.

People like Li Guiwan and Xie Beitu have already been able to step into the Yuque realm. As long as they are willing, they can reflect the divine image tonight, step into the Heavenly Gate, and achieve Yuque.

No matter how talented Chen Zhian is, his cultivation level of the first level of innateness is indeed a bit far behind theirs.

Thinking of this, she glanced at Xie Beitu and said, "Lu Haihui has been badly hurt by you. With his cultivation level, even if Chen Zhian holds Luanxiu and slashes at him with a knife or a sword, he will only be injured at most.

But now, he is probably half dead... Fortunately, he was born in the Shangyuan Lu family. If he was born in an ordinary family, without the heavenly elixir, he would have fallen to the lower realm. "

Xie Beitu scratched his head with his left hand and smiled awkwardly.

He originally just wanted to watch the fun, but he never thought that Lu Haihui would be seriously injured, and even the head of the Lu family, Prince Duanque, and even Qin Daduyu were alarmed.

But for some reason, Xie Beitu felt somewhat proud.

While everyone was talking, Beiyinma had come to Chen Zhian's side without him knowing. Chen Zhian jumped on the horse, pulled the reins and rode away.

The three of them looked at Chen Zhian's receding back, each with their own thoughts.

Xie Beitu thought that if one day he could have a big fight with Chen Zhian, it would be a great pleasure.

Li Guiwan was thinking about how to recruit Chen Zhian to his side.

Yu Su was still recalling the nine-fold sword intent that contained terrifying murderous intent.

"Sword intention, knife intention..."

"What a genius."

Chen Zhian was riding his horse down the street with a gloomy look on his face.

"Then the head of the Lu family will personally kill you, Chen Zhian, you are so impressive."

Bai Jian's voice fell into Chen Zhian's ears.

Chen Zhian snorted coldly: "This old dog has such a high level of cultivation. I don't believe that Lu Cikuan and Lu Haihui took human lives to practice martial arts without knowing it."

Bai Jian chuckled, “The aristocratic families have monopolized the inheritance of the magical power and the resources for cultivation. Over the past few hundred years, each generation in Dayu has been weaker than the previous one.

Especially in the past fifty years, there has been no competition between the royal family and the descendants of the six surnames of Dayu, and they have become increasingly invisible among the seven countries.

With such a background... who knows where this evil skill came from, maybe it was passed down from the great aristocratic families... Daqian dominated the world with the blood sacrifice method, and the Xuanmen roared like man-eating locusts, leaving bones everywhere they passed. It is hard to say that there are no aristocratic families who imitate those Daqian Xuanmen to enhance their own strength."

Chen Zhian fell silent.

He suddenly remembered what the mysterious old man with the carrying pole had said to him.

He said that the world was filled with evil spirits and demons.

Chen Zhian asked him what evil spirits were.

But the old man said, "The great evil demons and the great evil ghosts are too important to tell you about. It would be useless. I will only tell you about the ordinary things."

Then he said that there were evil people who wanted to transform themselves into dragons and eat people, and that ordinary families were refining banners...

The Lord Jiaoxiang of Xi Penglai and an ordinary noble family can only be regarded as ordinary monsters.

So where are the real big demons and ghosts in the world?
Thinking of this, he looked up at the sky.

The bright moon hangs high in the sky, but it cannot illuminate the clear world.

"I'm afraid that with my strength, I can only kill a few bad guys at best."

Chen Zhian took a deep breath and said, "At least we should avenge the Lin family father and daughter."

The most important thing for a person is to keep his original heart.

Chen Zhian suddenly remembered Chen Shuijun's teachings.

There are only two things that we should never forget in this life.

One is conscience, the other is courage.

"I don't know where my father is now."

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The Mid-Autumn Festival was approaching, and Chen Shuijun had already packed his bags and set out from Daci Temple. He traveled through mountains and rivers, but did not return to Sunan Prefecture, but went to Xuantianjing.

Where is the reunion?
It was not Sunan Prefecture where he had lived for eighteen years, nor was it the place where he was born.

Wherever Li Yinxi and Chen Zhian are, there is reunion.

ps: It is not convenient to separate these two chapters, so I posted them together. There are 8,000 words in total. 4,000 words are the extra update for yesterday's monthly votes, and 4,000 words are this afternoon, so I posted them in advance.

The next chapter will be at 8 or 9 pm.

(End of this chapter)