Haoyu Zhenxian

Chapter 125 Sword Immortal Looking Back
There are many people who come to the stage to comprehend sword and repair stone.

No matter whether you like swordsmanship or not, but you can comprehend it for half an hour for free, anyone is willing to take advantage of this kind of advantage.

Alternating day and night, for more than ten hours, the crowd dispersed with unsatisfactory intentions.

Next, it is supposed to start the auction process for the Sword Repair Stone.

But what caught everyone's eyes was an extremely strange scene.

Jin Wufang stood in place as if he had been immobilized.

I saw his hands trembling slightly, his face was full of ecstasy, and then, tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

Weeping with joy, nothing more than that.

The next moment, an energetic old man flew down and landed with one foot on the ground, with a cyan bead floating on his right hand.

"Picture bead!"

Chen Ping narrowed his eyes, and the Jin family's intentions should surface soon.

"Everyone, stay safe and don't be impatient, old man Jin Siheng, Tian is the second elder of the Jin clan."

"My Jin family has arranged a good show, please take a look at it."

While chatting and laughing, Jin Siheng hung down with one finger, scratching the photo beads.

In midair, a blue light beam swayed down.

A picture rises densely.

With his back to everyone was a man in white who was nearly seven feet tall.

The snow-white robe was spotless, and he was holding a long sword that breathed out golden blue flames. At the end pointed by the sword, a bearded old man with disheveled hair and blood was half kneeling on the ground.

There were hundreds of large and small sword marks all over his body, and blood gushed out like a spring, making him look extremely miserable.

"Shhhhh!"

With the whistling wind, the spirit sword came out, and the small golden sword whizzed down the sky, cutting the old man into thousands of pieces.

"grandfather!"

In a box on the second floor, Gong Lingshan roared crazily, her voice piercing her heart.

After beheading the old man, the monk in white slowly looked back.

This is a face as hard-edged and cold as a knife, powerful and powerful, with sharp rays of light shining in the eyes.

He smiled charmingly, and a red and unadorned round object pierced through his dantian and surrounded him.

"This cultivator, Jin Zhaoheng! Today, I smashed the Star Gate Taishang Elder's Palace and the four seas, and established the supernatural power of my Jin Family's Yuandan Sword Cultivation!"

The friar in white spoke slowly, his voice mixed with magnetism and deep: "The elders of the Jin clan listen to the order!"

"Father, Jin Siheng takes orders!"

"My ancestors, Jin Liangji takes orders!"

……

"Jin Wu receives the order!"

"Jin Bihan accepts the order!"

……

Although they knew it was a video and the ancestor couldn't see their side at all, the ten foundation builders of the Jin family still raised their eyes solemnly and bowed down.

Jin Zhaoheng's face was full of violence, and with a wave of his hand, the golden blue lightsaber shattered a hundred-foot mountain.

"The League of Seeking Immortals and the Pavilion of Picking Stars will cut the weeds and root them out, leaving no one behind!"

"The three Jinrui families will become history from now on!"

"Jin will return in a few days. Anyone who violates our Jin family or helps the enemy's cultivators will be killed without mercy!"

"bang"

After a dozen breaths, the light curtain dissipated like a bubble.

"What, Senior Jin Zhaoheng has formed Yuan Dan!"

"Nonsense, didn't you see that the Four Seas of the Supreme Elder's Palace in the Broken Star Gate have all fallen?"

"Gong Sihai, that's a veteran Yuan Dan monk who has been promoted for more than a hundred years!"

"This is the sword cultivator, the invincible sword cultivator!"

The shock brought by Jin Zhaoheng is far more than that.

The hundreds of monks present were either sincerely convinced, jealous, or worried, and all the phenomena of all beings were vividly reflected in a moment.

……

"action!"

Jin Siheng gave an order and rushed to the second floor first.

According to the plan, he would first entangle Gong Lingshan to buy time for the other elders.

"What a Jin family, what a Jin Zhaoheng!"

The door of the room was torn apart, Gong Lingshan rushed out with great hatred, and directly hit Jin Siheng with a pair of silver rings in her hand.

"Mother-in-law, you have been domineering in Jinrui City for decades, and now it's time to pay off your debts!"

Jin Siheng was not afraid at all, he waved a banana fan surrounded by flames, and when he released the formula, several scorching fire snakes about ten feet long wrapped around it.

"Second brother, here we come!"

Fifth Elder Jin Tianhao and Third Elder Jin Liangji rushed to Mu Yiyi.

"How brave!"

Seeing this scene, Mu Yiyi and the four Zhuji brought by Gong Lingshan each sacrificed their spiritual weapons to rescue them.

"Brother Siheng, I'll help you!"

At this moment, a one-eyed old man flew from another box, and with a grinning grin, rushed towards the two Foundation Establishment subordinates brought by Gong Lingshan.

"Brother Kunlun understands the general situation, Si Heng will tell the ancestors truthfully, and ask for credit for you!"

Jin Siheng couldn't help showing joy, and then hid his spiritual power, intentionally spreading the words to every corner of Qianxiu Hall.

Wang Kunlun, the great elder of the Wang family, cultivated in the later stage of foundation establishment.

It is no problem to block the two mid-stage Foundation Establishment players.

"Brother Siheng, I'm here to help!"

After Wang Kunlun, a nimble old woman in green robe held a dragon-headed crutch, swept across with black light, and stopped the two foundation-builders of Qiuxian League.

The head of the Liu family in Jinrui City.

There are only two Foundation Establishment monks in the contemporary Liu family, and the old woman is the one with the highest cultivation.

"Okay, okay, everyone is the right-hand man of my Jin family!"

Jin Siheng looked up to the sky and smiled, feeling sincere admiration for the ancestor in his heart.

The photo bead was sent by the ancestor from tens of thousands of miles away, using a small teleportation array.

Three high-grade spirit stones will be consumed at one time.

Although it was equivalent to losing a Foundation Establishment Pill, this Photo Orb played the most critical role.

What a bargain!

With Wang Kunlun and others assisting in the battle, seven of the ten elders of the Jin family were vacated at once.

"Bihan, my side, you keep an eye on the gate of the palace. Before Gong Lingshan is executed, no one is allowed to let go."

The fourth elder Jin Shuhong gave orders, and then winked at several elders of the same clan, and they joined the battle together.

"it is good!"

Jin Bihan and Jin Wufang glanced at each other, guarding the exit from left to right.

"Jinrui City is about to change."

Chen Ping folded his hands and hid them in his sleeves, his eyes flickering constantly.

There are only six foundation builders in Zhaixing Pavilion and Qiuxian League, how can they be the opponents of the Jin family camp.

No matter how strong Gong Lingshan is, she can't stop the crowd from besieging her.

The three Jinrui families, which were once glorious in the past, will be wiped out in one day.

"This sea area is about to change."

Chen Ping touched his chin and murmured softly.

Of the two Yuandan monks in the Broken Star Gate, one has died.

Even if there are more foundation building forces inside the sect, they probably won't be able to suppress the rising Jin clan.

Because Jin Zhaoheng is the Wushuang sword cultivator of Jin Linggen, one person can equal two of the same level.

Fortunately, the remaining patriarch of Broken Star Sect is the middle stage of Yuandan, unless Jin Zhaoheng goes further, the strength of the two will still be on par.

Within 50 years, there should be a buffer period.

"We need to speed up our practice."

Chen Ping was secretly vigilant, before Jin Zhaoheng solved the Broken Star Gate, he had to break through to the Yuan Dan Realm, otherwise what would the family use to resist the might of the sword cultivator.

Having said that, Chen Ping could choose to run away at any time when it was so difficult to turn the tide.

The Chen family of Haichang, if you can keep it, you can keep it.

If you can't keep it, just leave decisively.

Abandoning the original owner's family, for him, will not have the slightest psychological burden.

　Ask for a ticket! ! !

　　
　
(End of this chapter)