I come to see Bai Yujing today

Chapter 184 Who is the real genius [two in one]

It was noon, and the seven layers of iron-clad door nails on the city gate were glowing dimly.

The garrison soldier stood in the shadow of the gate tower, leaning on his red tasseled spear. The white breath he exhaled mingled with the smoke wafting from the city gate. From time to time, he glanced at the young men and women at the gate who were on edge.

Chen Zhian sat cross-legged in front of the table. He turned his head and looked down at Wei Lingyu who was riding on a horse.

Chen Zhian’s words were still echoing in Wei Lingyu’s ears.

She remembered that she had seen Chen Zhian, who was sitting in the restaurant today, in Yufu Palace in April.

At that time, Chen Zhian was still wearing a gray suit, but he was just a white man.

When he bumped into me in Yufu Palace, he could only wait with his head down on the path in Yufu Palace with the eunuch butler who led the way, waiting for me to write the word "get out" for him.

Half a year has passed.

When Chen Zhian saw her today, he dared to sit on a high place in the restaurant and look down at her.

Even... he just mentioned what he had said to Princess Shang Qiu in the past.

"To the vast majority of mortals in the world, we are no different from God."

Wei Lingyu thought of what she had said in Yufu Palace that day, and the coldness in her eyes grew stronger.

Several Jade Palace-level divine auras locked the void around them, just waiting for Wei Lingyu's order, and then they would immediately take action to capture Chen Zhian and his gang in the restaurant in front of them.

But when Chen Zhian faced the several Jade Palace divine auras, there was no fear in his eyes.

It was as if he knew that... Wei Lingyu... couldn't do anything to him!

Chen Zhian's breath was calm, but his spirit had already fallen into the jade in the mountain pavilion, where a dragon-transforming pill was lying safely.

He only needed to think slightly and the Dragon Transformation Pill would appear in his hand.

Chen Zhian really wanted to give it a try. If he took this extremely valuable Zhuqi Dragon Transformation Pill, how many Yuque monks would he be able to face?

Just as Chen Zhian was thinking.

Suddenly a voice came to his ear.

The voice was as calm as always, yet firm.

"People should always be more casual. When I was still in Xuan Tianjing... Don't let others bully you."

This is Chen Shuijun's voice.

There was a slight change in Chen Zhian's eyes.

His divine aura dissipated from the Shanting Jade, but the look he gave Wei Lingyu remained unchanged.

This made Wei Lingyu take a deep breath and look around.

She really didn't know where Chen Zhian got the courage from. With the help of Yun Ting and another Yuque cultivator, he dared to speak to her like this.

or……

When Qin Wenzhuo left Xuantianjing, did he leave some strong men to protect him?
However, the war in the north is tense, and General Fu still needs Qin Wenzhuo's support.

If a few Yuque monks were left in Xuantianjing to protect Chen Zhian, who would fill the gap in the war in the north?

Wei Lingyu's thoughts flashed, and her gaze finally fell on Chen Zhian, trying to find out Chen Zhian's true strength.

Wang Yan, Wang Zhiwei and Wei Qingyan on the side watched silently.

Wei Qingyan was holding a wooden sculpture in his hand. He frowned and looked at Chen Zhian as well.

In the past, his third sister wanted to deal with Chen Zhian, but Wei Qingyan didn't take it seriously.

They just felt that there was no need to pay too much attention to a white-collar young man like Chen Zhian, as he would eventually be left behind by people from aristocratic families like them.

Time passed quietly, and not only was Chen Zhian not left behind by them, his cultivation level even improved at an even faster pace.

The smile on Wang Yan's face remained, but his eyes looked somewhat sinister.

His cousin Chu Xiubai died, and along with the nine cavalrymen he had carefully trained, one died at the hands of Chen Zhian, and the other eight died at the foot of Qijing Mountain.

He died at the hands of the so-called "Taibai Mountain" and "Amazing General" whom he had never heard of.

On the one hand, he had to accept continuous inquiries from the Chu family of Nanhai, and on the other hand, he had to be criticized by the elders of the Wang family. It was inevitable that he felt a little depressed.

When he was invited by Wang Zhiwei to come to the South Gate to meet Wei Liyang, who had taught Wang Zhiwei, and met Chen Zhian in the restaurant.

He then thought of the man in black armor who was killed by Chen Zhian at the gate of Chu's mansion.

So, during the stalemate between Chen Zhian and Wei Lingyu, Wang Yan spoke: "Mr. Chen, I do admire you a little.

In terms of courage, you are the best among the young men in Xuantianjing.

Apart from you, I'm afraid no young man in the city would dare to speak to Princess Yuxia and my Wang family like this."

"But... even if Mr. Chen has extraordinary talent, his age limits his cultivation level.

If you act so arrogantly in everything, you will inevitably suffer losses."

The blood-red horse under Wang Yan paced in place, and the breath coming out of its nostrils was like fire.

Chen Zhian finally looked at Wang Yan.

He squinted his eyes and thought for a while, then nodded slowly: "You are Chu Xiubai's cousin, a six-surnamed figure with Yuque cultivation. What is your name?"

Wang Yan, who was originally still somewhat graceful and smiling, restrained his smile and shook his head gently: "The Wang family has been passed down for a thousand years. Before the establishment of the Great Yu, the Wang family had already been passed down in the Gulan Mansion.

Facing the children of the Wang family, there have been few people as rude as Mr. Chen in the past few thousand years. "

He looked at the silver needle, and sensed the sword intent of Yun Ting in the void, and his aura suddenly surged.

"Chen Zhian... I still remember the grudge between you and my cousin."

His eyes fell on Chen Zhian with an unfriendly look.

But Chen Zhian was not afraid at all. He even turned his head and slowly drank a cup of tea, which made Wei Lingyu furious again.

So the murderous intent in the eyes of the Princess Yuxia, who always pretended to be erratic and domineering, deepened, and a divine aura flowed out...

She just wanted to give an order to let several Yuque monks try Chen Zhian.

Wang Yan's spirit was ready to go.

But at this moment, an old voice suddenly came from a building not far away.

"Mr. Chen..."

Wang Yan and Wei Lingyu turned to look towards the source of the voice.

Si Chiqiong and Si Yao, who had remained silent the entire time and never interrupted, also looked down.

But in a school building not far away, there was a very old man wearing a scholar's robe and with his hair in a long bun, bowing towards Chen Zhian.

"Mr. Ji?"

"Great scholar Ji Chengyuan?"

Everyone's expression changed suddenly.

Wang Yan and Wang Zhiwei thought about it and even jumped off their horses to salute the old man.

The aristocratic family attached great importance to seniority and admired Confucianism, so they had great respect for Ji Chengyuan, the Grand Secretary of the Zhongji Palace.

On the contrary, Wei Lingyu and Wei Qingyan, who had a reputation for being domineering, did not dismount from their horses, but saluted Ji Chengyuan with their fists while sitting on their horses.

Chen Zhian also stood up and saluted the old man.

This old man was none other than the great scholar Ji Chengyuan, who had come to pay his respects and express his gratitude to him for the poem “Don’t listen to the sound of leaves being blown by wind” on the sixteenth floor of Wangxing Palace during the court ceremony.

"Not far from Nanxuan Tower is Master Ji's school." Si Chiqiong also saluted the old man, then leaned over and asked Chen Zhian in a low voice: "Do you still know Master Ji?"

Chen Zhian has not answered yet.

Si Chiqiong calmed down the anger in his chest and continued, "No wonder you are not afraid of Princess Yuxia and the young master of the Wang family.

So you already knew that Mr. Ji was here!"

Chen Zhian looked at him helplessly.

You are quite good at imagining.

At this time, Mr. Ji was waving tremblingly at Chen Zhian.

Behind him, many students dressed in Confucian robes also stood up and looked at Chen Zhian from afar.

These students include both old and young.

The youngest ones are no more than twelve or thirteen years old.

The elderly person is probably in his sixties or seventies.

They stood up in a large group and looked at Chen Zhian.

Many people saluted Chen Zhian, and some young and naughty students even shouted loudly: "Chen Sijia! Chen Sijia!"

Wei Lingyu and Wang Yan's expressions turned somewhat ugly.

Ji Chengyuan had a smile on his face and waved at Chen Zhian.

Those jade palace divine auras quietly faded away, as if they had never appeared.

"This Chen Zhian...why is his luck always so good?" Wei Lingyu gritted her teeth.

Chen Zhian turned and looked at her.

Wei Lingyu said softly: "Chen Zhian, the matter of Zhiyin will eventually come to an end. Prime Minister Song can't protect you forever, and people like Ji Lao can't always appear at the right time."

At this point, she pulled the reins in her hand and turned the horse's head: "My brother is entering the city today, Chen Zhian...you take care of yourself."

The sound of horse hooves.

Wang Yan and Wei Qingyan also had cold eyes. They looked deeply at Chen Zhian, turned their horses around and headed towards the city gate.

Chen Zhian heard Wei Lingyu's words and also saw the looks of the others.

He shook his head slightly and thought of what Chen Shuijun had just said to him.

"Be spontaneous... don't suffer any loss."

Don’t want to suffer any loss?

Ever since he came to Xuantianjing.

The few people led by Wei Lingyu were always jumping around in front of him, which really made him feel annoyed.

But this Princess Yuxia was the daughter of the Duke of Anguo, and her cultivation was strong. Although he had made her suffer several times, he had never made her pay a price in the end...

"Wei Lingyu, who compares herself to God, has tried to make me suffer several times... but due to her cultivation and her identity, I cannot repay her equally."

"That's...not fair."

Chen Zhian's eyes flickered.

It was at this moment that another divine aura from Chen Shuijun collided with his ears, making a sound.

"It is important for a person to be self-sufficient and to do what he wants without worrying too much."

Chen Zhian suddenly remembered that Chen Shuijun had said these words a long time ago when he asked Chen Shuijun why she didn't urge him to take the imperial examination.

Eight months have passed in a flash.

He is no longer the Chen Zhian of the past.

Today, he has extraordinary spirit and outstanding cultivation, and seems to have been reborn.

But if you still can't do what you want, how can you be considered to have been reborn?
When Chen Zhian thought about this, a smile appeared on his face.

He walked forward a few steps, leaned against the railing of the restaurant, and suddenly said loudly: "Wei Lingyu...are you leaving now?"

Wei Lingyu immediately pulled the reins, turned around abruptly, and a fierce look flashed in his eyes.

"Chen Zhian, who are you? How dare you call me by my name?"

Behind Chen Zhian, Si Chiqiong and Si Yao's throats moved almost at the same time, their eyes fixed on Chen Zhian's back, wondering what was wrong with this man.

But Chen Zhian suddenly jumped up, jumped off the restaurant and landed on the ground.

Yun Ting and Bai Jian in another private room looked at each other and were ready to take action.

“Wei Lingyu, you compare yourself to God. The first time I met you, you wanted to take it out on a mere painter just because you were in a bad mood.

After that, every time you saw me, you wanted to take action, either to kill me or to make me suffer some real disaster.

You never succeeded from the beginning to the end, and I never asked you for an explanation from the beginning to the end..."

Ask for an explanation?
Si Chiqiong, who was originally worried about being dragged into this dispute, suddenly became interested.

He stretched his neck and looked at Chen Zhian lying on the ground.

At this moment, he was standing in front of the restaurant, tall and upright, with his aura rising from his body like smoke from a cooking stove.

The students who had been shouting Chen Zhian's name in the school also quieted down and looked at the scene below the school.

"What do you want to ask for?" Wei Lingyu had a smile on his face, but there was murderous intent in his eyes.

"I want the princess to know that you are not some god, and I am not an ant that you can easily step on to death."

As Chen Zhian spoke, he stretched out a finger and pointed it at Wei Lingyu, then slowly pointed at the other three people until it landed on Wang Yan.

"Wei Lingyu, Wang Zhiwei, Wei Qingyan, Wang Yan... I want to be a little arrogant today and let you know that the so-called young geniuses of the six surnames of Dayu are nothing more than that in front of the real geniuses."

The originally noisy street market suddenly became quiet.

Even the Confucian scholars who had just loudly praised Chen Zhian's poetic talent looked at Chen Zhian in silence.

Si Chiqiong was shocked: "Is Chen Zhian crazy?"

A few more breaths passed.

Wei Lingyu suddenly laughed out loud, and Wei Qingyan and Wang Yan also laughed out loud. The serious Wang Zhiwei also smiled.

"So, who is the real genius?" Wei Lingyu couldn't hide the smile in his tone while riding on his horse.

Chen Zhian said calmly: "It's me."

"I've already told you that a dead genius, a genius that hasn't grown up yet, is not considered a genius."

As Wei Lingyu spoke, he turned and looked at Ji Chengyuan.

There was a hint of helplessness on Ji Chengyuan's old face.

"This Chen Zhian is able to write such a poem that sees through the world, how come he doesn't know that I was protecting him just now?
But protection is protection, but there must be a limit. He is so impulsive that I don’t know what to do.”

Ji Chengyuan shook his head and was about to speak again to protect Chen Zhian.

But Chen Zhian said calmly: "But I am still alive. As for growth... I will grow now for you to see."

Chen Zhian moved his finger left and right, finally pointing at Wei Qingyan who was next to Wei Lingyu.

"The 194th line on the Tiger Child Monument is Wei Qingyan."

"I am Chen Zhian, line 347 on the Tiger Cubs Monument."

"I come to fight you...under the Tao!"

Chen Zhian's voice drifted away. He turned around and saluted Ji Chengyuan from a distance: "Please ask Ji Daru to be a witness and set up a sacrifice... Chen Zhian, thank you with a poem!"

The originally bustling South City Gate became even quieter.

I don't know how many people, including the passers-by and the restaurants and inns along the street, are secretly watching.

They naturally knew that these elegantly dressed people before them were engaged in a fight.

After carefully detouring, I still have to watch this drama quietly!
The young Wei Qingyan crushed the wooden sculpture in his hand, staring at Chen Zhian with his eyes like a soldier chasing him, his pupils shrunk to the size of a needle tip.

"Chen Zhian, do you know my cultivation level?" Wei Qingyan's gaze seemed to be able to cut the air into pieces.

Chen Zhian nodded: "Fifth level of Xiantian... With a background like Master Wei, I think he is much more powerful than a cultivator of the sixth level of Xiantian."

Wei Lingyu's breathing suddenly became shallower and slower, and the shadow on his brow bone became darker.

She said nothing, but looked up towards Ji Chengyuan's school, but someone had already set up a sacrifice and was bowing respectfully to it.

In an instant, the autumn leaves were flying everywhere, and the wind that rolled the leaves seemed to be tangible, outlining the shape of a stone tablet in the void.

On the shape of the stone tablet, there was a line of faintly visible words protruding.

It’s Wei Qingyan’s name!

"The Taoist Young Tiger Monument...actually responded to Chen Zhian's request, and the two of them are going to fight on the Taoist path."

Wang Zhiwei's expression moved slightly.

Chen Zhian flicked his sleeves lightly, and a precious sword appeared at his waist.

It was his Douji sword. The pitch-black Douji sword shone with a unique brilliance under the autumn sun.

Chen Zhian held the hilt of the knife and stood alone in front of the four tall horses.

"Master Wei, you can also surrender and have my name engraved on the 194th line of this Tiger Cub Monument."

Today, Chen Zhian seemed a little arrogant. His eyes flashed with a strong fighting spirit as he stared at the four people in front of him.

Ji Chengyuan on the pavilion looked at Chen Zhian's arrogant words, but he did not feel disgusted. His turbid eyes became deep, as if a layer of disguise had been removed.

Today, he decided to take a good look at it and write about the young man who evokes the bright moon, shines on my heart full of ice and snow, and the vast rivers flowing. How fierce is his temperament!
Divine energy also emerged from his soul and hung high in the air, as if warning the other hidden guests of Yuque - not to take action!
Wei Lingyu sensed Ji Chengyuan's divine aura, and also said nothing, just nodded to Wei Qingyan.

Wei Qingyan pulled the reins, and he got off his precious horse and stepped forward, coming to within three feet of Chen Zhian.

The autumn wind blew up dust on the long street.

Chen Zhian stood with a sword.

Wei Qingyan came on horseback.

The two looked at each other from a distance.

Wei Qingyan's expression became serious: "It can be considered an opportunity."

Before he could finish his thoughts, Chen Zhian suddenly drew his sword without any further ado!

The fourth watch used the sword technique to drive the Green Emperor's sword intent and drew his sword.

The even more terrifying fourth-grade magical power [Mountain and River Blade] suddenly started to operate.

【Broken River Style! 】

Chen Zhian saw the murderous sword intent of the Green Emperor was like tearing silk and stopping the flow of water, and his true energy condensed into a line, as if it could cut off the rushing river!
The Green Emperor's sword intent, the River-breaking style from the Mountain and River Blade chapter, and the fourth sword-drawing technique burst out in an instant.

The twelve divine energy in his innate womb were shining brightly, and the incomparably strong divine energy was driving his supernatural powers at an extremely fast speed.

The extremely thick purple true energy was injected into the Dou Ji in his hand.

All of a sudden, the terrifying knife light bloomed like amber.

Boom!

The surrounding void seemed to be shaking, and countless sword lights burst out wildly, locking the surroundings of Wei Qingyan.

Before Wei Qingyan could react, he was engulfed by the knife light!
"How dare you launch a sneak attack?"

Wei Lingyu was furious, and powerful true energy burst out from her body, but she was too late to make a move.

But all I saw was...

The sword light was everywhere, cutting off the reins in Wei Qingyan's hand, cutting off the long hair behind him, and cutting off the rising light of the spiritual treasure, and finally fell on him.

Wei Qingyan groaned, flew backwards, and fell heavily to the ground, spitting out blood from his mouth and covered in dirt.

The onlookers were stunned.

Si Chiqiong and Si Yao looked at each other, with a hint of disbelief in their eyes.

"Chen Zhian, how dare you sneak attack!" Wei Lingyu questioned angrily again, but when she saw the power in the knife light, the question did not seem justified.

Chen Zhian sheathed his sword and remained silent.

Wei Qingyan was injured, his face was extremely pale, Yuan Guanzhong was in turmoil, and blood was spitting out of his mouth.

But he was also silent.

Because Chen Zhian's knife strike just now was too swift and too mysterious.

The blade flashed so fast, and the blade was filled with murderous intent, as if it could turn into substance and be able to cut off rivers.

He didn't know how many levels of sword intent this was, nor how many grades of magical power this was, but he understood...

Chen Zhian used his sword in this way because he wanted to decide the outcome quickly.

Because once he saw Chen Zhian's sword intent and supernatural powers, Wei Qingyan understood that no matter whether Chen Zhian drew his sword early or late, he would never be Chen Zhian's opponent.

but……

How can a person of the third level of innateness develop such a sword intent?

How could a commoner, without a famous teacher or inheritance, cultivate such magical powers?
He defeated Wei Qingyan with one sword strike, without even destroying any blade of grass or tree on the long street.

Win or lose…

Already divided!

The clouds and mist are rolling in the sky, and the storm is coming again.

Wei Qingyan's name disappeared.

In the 194th line, the three words "Chen Zhian" can be clearly seen.

At this time, many divine auras had arrived at the South City Gate.

Countless people saw the storm in the sky and the reflection of the vague Tiger Cubs Monument in the storm. They knew that there was an appointment with the Taoist in Xuantian Capital, and the Tiger Cubs Monument under the Tao also kept the appointment.

Even Xie Beitu crossed many rooftops and came at lightning speed.

"Chen Zhian!" Xie Beitu stood on the roof of a building, looking down at the scene on the street with his eyes wide open: "You beat Wei Qingyan!"

At this time, Chen Zhian did not hide the fluctuations of his true energy at all.

The wisps of innate energy hidden in the fluctuations of true energy allowed everyone to clearly sense Chen Zhian's cultivation level.

The third level of innateness defeating the fifth level of innateness...it's not too surprising.

But if this person who is at the fifth level of innateness is the son of the Duke of Anguo, and the person number 194 on the Young Tiger Monument...

Then...it's surprising enough!

"Interesting." Xie Beitu's eyes were burning as he squatted down and looked at the scene on the street.

Suddenly, a crane cry was heard from the sky.

A man came riding on a white crane, his white clothes fluttering, and hovering in the clouds.

It was Yan Hemian, number 39 on the Young Tiger Monument.

He looked down at Chen Zhian, then looked at the already defeated Wei Qingyan, with a little more interest in his eyes.

At this moment, Chen Zhian’s name has been completely revealed on the 194th line of the Tiger Cub Monument in the sky.

"The inheritance of the Dao!"

Chen Zhian was keenly aware that a burst of information suddenly exploded in his mind.

The original divine power of the Heavenly Drum changed again, transforming into many flashes of lightning, illuminating his innate womb.

Chen Zhian snapped his fingers.

A bolt of lightning spread out, like a spear, piercing ten feet away.

"The Daoxia Divine Ability ranked one hundred and ninety-fourth is not strong enough."

Chen Zhian shook his head.

A retainer had already appeared and took Wei Qingyan away.

At this time, almost everyone's eyes were on Chen Zhian.

Si Chiqiong, Si Yao!
Ji Chengyuan and a building full of students!
Wei Lingyu and three others!
Even the surprise was clearly visible in the eyes of Yun Ting and Bai Jian, the two Yuque figures.

Xie Beitu, Yan Hemian... and many other powerful people's spiritual energy fell here.

I don’t know how many times this long street has been as silent as night today.

Wei Lingyu looked at Chen Zhian coldly.

Chen Zhian held a ray of lightning in his hand, but his eyes were not very satisfied.

"If it's not enough, then continue."

Chen Zhian muttered to himself in his heart, the thunder in his hand dissipated, and he looked at the several people on horseback.

Then everyone present saw Chen Zhian pointing at Wang Zhiwei!

"No. 162 on the Tiger Cub Monument, Wang Zhiwei."

"Come!"

The waves in the sky moved like the gurgling water.

The name of Chen Zhian on the Tiger Cub Monument disappeared again, and was replaced by Wang Zhiwei's name.

Wang Zhiwei frowned.

Chen Zhian held the hilt of the knife at his waist, not looking at him, but looking at Wang Yan and Wei Lingyu, his calm eyes seemed to be saying...

"Not only will I be rude to the Anguo Mansion and the Wang family, I will also revoke your ranking on the Tiger Cub Monument and your magical powers!"

Wei Lingyu was still riding on the horse, extremely angry.

This Chen Zhian is so arrogant.

But due to the many rules in Xuantianjing, and the fact that Ji Chengyuan was in the school, she was the daughter of the Duke of Anguo, the Princess Yuxia...

There's really nothing we can do about him.

He was even allowed to challenge Wei Qingyan and take away her fourth brother's ranking on the Daoxia Cub Tiger Monument, greatly reducing his chances!

The young tiger monument just happened to appear on the road, which once again answered Chen Zhian's request.

Wang Zhiwei’s name lit up in the sky.

Wang Yan took a deep breath and turned to look at Wang Zhiwei: "There is no such thing as a stop at the end of an agreement."

He did not shy away from the murderous tone in his voice, and said to Wang Zhiwei in front of everyone: "Kill him."

Wang Zhiwei dismounted and walked slowly over. The true energy in his body surged, as if there were hundreds of layers upon layers, overlapping and carrying with it waves of dull drum-beating sounds.

Wang Zhiwei's fifth-grade magical boxing skills have already reached the realm of perfection, coupled with his sixth-level innate cultivation...

"Being able to defeat Wei Qingyan, who is at the fifth level of Xiantian, does not mean that one can defeat Wang Zhiwei."

Wang Yan also dismounted, with his hands behind his back and a cold look in his eyes.

"A genius who cannot grow is not really a genius, so I will grow here for you to see."

Chen Zhian took a deep breath and took a step forward.

Wang Zhiwei closed his eyes and then slowly opened them.

boom!
In a flash, there was an explosion in the air.

The air flow rolled, Wang Zhiwei disappeared, and then appeared in front of Chen Zhian.

He was extremely fast, and an unimaginable domineering fist force burst out from him.

A fist came with a bang, as if carrying a terrifying force that could shake the world, and it was like a mountain collapsing into the sea, rolling up thousands of feet of sea water in the sky.

This punch went straight to Chen Zhian's head, easily creating a sonic boom, a tornado, and an extremely strong fist intent that roared through the heavens and the earth.

"Good boxing skills!"

"But it's not enough."

Feeling such a domineering fist force, Chen Zhian was filled with fighting spirit.

But he just twisted his body, and dark golden threads appeared on the exposed skin, like pieces of scales.

And his feet are rooted in the ground, like a coiled dragon.

The fourth-grade magical power, Ba Xia Dragon Body, was activated violently.

"Ba Xia Fu Yue Style!"

Twelve hidden orifices in Chen Zhian's body emitted mysterious light, and thick blood energy burst out, falling all over his body and condensing into his left fist.

For a moment, Chen Zhian's physical strength almost reached its limit.

His bones crackled and the dragon scales on his body were faintly visible.

In an extremely brief moment, Chen Zhian also clenched his fist, and all the true energy in his body flowed into it.

The fourth-grade magical power, Ba Xia's dragon body, was constantly running, his physical strength was rising steadily, and his right fist was like a meteor piercing the sky, hammering down fiercely.

He never cultivated the art of boxing.

But he has an unimaginable physique.

This punch was like a god throwing a mountain.

Boom!
There was a dull sound.

Chen Zhian's muscles were knotted and filled with blood, turning bright red, as if they would explode in the next moment.

And Wang Zhiwei's boxing skill was so mysterious to the extreme that it could sweep away everything that came between heaven and earth.

[Bengchuan Fist Intentions], [River Suppression Magical Powers], [Daoxia Magical Powers Disaster Fire]!
Plus the second-grade spiritual treasure on the index finger of his right fist...

A brilliant light even burst out from Wang Zhiwei's punch, as if it was going to swallow everything.

On the other hand, Chen Zhian seemed to throw a straight punch in an ordinary way.

Yes... a straight punch without any rules!

Seeing this straight punch, a smile just appeared on Wang Yan's lips.

His smile suddenly stopped.

Because when Chen Zhian's spirit reached a peak.

It seemed as if a meteor fell to the ground, and Chen Zhian punched down.

The extremely fierce blood and energy, mixed with tens of thousands of pounds of force, collided with Wang Zhiwei's fist.

Almost every private part of Chen Zhian was trembling, and blood was gushing out of every pore.

Under the magical power of Ba Xia Dragon Body, his spine seemed to transform into the spine of a real dragon, bearing an extremely heavy force.

Rumble!
Wang Zhiwei, who was originally full of confidence, was hit by Chen Zhian's punch and his expression suddenly changed.

He only felt that Chen Zhian's ordinary punch contained the most simple yet unimaginable power.

This power can truly be described as a landslide, overwhelming everything in its path!

Wang Zhiwei's boxing spirit, which had been cultivated to the seventh level, kept breaking and reorganizing. When he failed to hit him, he used his supernatural powers again.

A cloud suddenly appeared under his feet and dragged his body.

【Step into the clouds! 】

Wang Zhiwei stepped on the clouds, his physical strength and boxing skills reached the peak again, and the clouds spread out wantonly.

He disappeared into the mist, then walked out from another area of mist and punched Chen Zhian.

"die!"

Chen Zhian stood still, his muscles flexed like a coiled dragon.

With the blessing of the Tyrannosaurus body, his physical strength is unimaginably strong...

But this time, Chen Zhian did not punch, and the Dou Ji long sword at his waist was unsheathed again.

Under the Dou Ji inscription, seventy-seven sword lights were as densely packed as the stars in the sky.

His sword light turned into continuous mountain shadows, and also like a big river.

In an instant, the mountains and rivers are full of shadows, and you can move easily between heaven and earth.

Suddenly, a cold light flashed from the clouds under Wang Zhiwei's feet.

The Yunchuan sword came flying with the clouds, and the Nine-Layered Yunjun sword intent that he had just realized not long ago attracted countless clouds around him.

There were many sword lights wrapped in the cloud, and many sword lights swooped down.

For a moment, swords and knives played the same sound in this cramped space.

The Qing Emperor's sword intent and Yun Jun's sword intent suddenly burst out.

Chen Zhian's long hair is flying!
Knife Qi!
Sword energy!

The mysterious and unparalleled magical power flew out freely, destroying Wang Zhiwei's magical power of covering his tracks with white clouds, and also destroying the fist that fell from the sky!
"There are one hundred and sixty-two lines on the Tiger Cub Monument."

"I've already taken it!"

ps: Two chapters in one
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