Fantasy: Start a Secret Pavilion

Chu Tian glanced at the people in Hanxue Sect, his eyes were like a modern person looking at a group of primitive people, with a hint of arrogance in his contempt.

This is a little thing that Chu Tian just figured out from the Tiandao cloak.

The cloak of heaven itself is a part of heaven, and these so-called martial arts and stunts are, to put it bluntly, just a trace of connection with heaven.

But Chutian's Heavenly Dao Cloak itself is a force of Heavenly Dao, and its power is much stronger than a trace of connection.

So Chu Tian thought, if these stunts attack the Tiandao cloak, will they crush him? Or will they be eliminated by him.

Just when Chu Tian was having a headache because he couldn't get the answer to this question, Han Yunqi directly sent him a Ningxue Finger, which was simply helping him conduct an experiment!

So Chu Tian no longer used the Dao Mantra to eliminate the attack, and simply let the Tiandao Cloak resist it.

It would be okay if the Tiandao Cloak couldn't resist it by then. Anyway, he could wipe out the Ningxue Finger when it attacked the last bit of him.

But now, it is obvious that Chu Tian's experiment was successful. The Ningxue Finger was directly wiped out by the Tiandao Cloak before it even had time to get to Chu Tian's side.

Chu Tian raised his hand and grabbed a corner of Tiandao's cloak with his index finger and thumb.

"From now on, my safety depends on you."

After Tiandao Cloak sensed Chu Tian's thoughts, he immediately fanned twice with excitement, as if to assure Chu Tian.

"ah!!!"

Just when everyone's attention was focused on Chu Tian, ​​a scream from the battlefield immediately drew everyone's attention back again.

At this time, on the battlefield, Lin Yanchen stood there with scars all over his body, the sword in his hand covered with blood.

In front of Lin Yanchen, Han Yunqi was half-kneeling on the ground. His right arm had disappeared, and he was covering the wound with his left hand as he kept yelling.

And on the side, an arm was lying there quietly. Without further explanation, everyone could tell who this arm belonged to.

"Admit defeat, or die!"

Lin Yanchen raised the long sword in his hand and pointed the tip of the sword at Han Yunqi's throat.

But Han Yunqi still seemed to have no intention of giving up. He gritted his teeth and glanced at Lin Yanchen, then immediately reached out to touch something.

But at this moment, he seemed to notice something. He glanced at his missing right arm, and then looked at the arm that fell not far away.

On the index finger of that arm, a red storage ring looked so eye-catching.

At this moment, Han Yunqi suddenly felt that his heart was empty, and he fell to the ground with a "pop".

He never thought that he would lose, at the hands of a person whose strength was two levels lower than his own.

Lin Yanchen glanced at him, said nothing, put away the long sword in his hand, then limped to the edge of the fighting platform, and looked at the old sect master of Hanxue Sect and others.

"I won, it's time for you to let me go!"

Everyone in Hanxuemen looked at each other, as if they didn't know what to do.

At this time, Chu Tian, ​​who had been sitting on the chair, slowly stood up.

"My bones are a little sore after sitting for a long time."

As he said that, he stretched again, then looked at the people in Hanxue Sect aside, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face.

"What, do you want to have a fight with me?"

When everyone in the Hanxue Sect heard this, they suddenly broke into a cold sweat and shook their heads quickly.

"No, no, no, sir, we will let him go now! Let him go now!"