Haoyu Zhenxian

Chapter 59

"hey-hey!"

It's wonderful!

God has given you a chance, I see how rampant you will be in the future.

Chen Xun raised his head and cut Chen Ping fiercely.

Chen Tong and Chen Yiru looked at each other, and sat on the grand master's chair at the edge of the square.

"The junior will leave first."

Chen Dieyu, who had a bye, twisted her body and turned to the audience, standing side by side with Chen Xintong.

"Dieyu, you are lucky."

Chen Xin said with a petty smile.

"No matter who I draw, I'm not afraid."

Chen Dieyu raised her eyebrows, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised.

Between the lines is full of strong self-confidence.

Chen Xintong echoed: "Let's save the surprise for the end, when the time comes, the winner of the first round might just throw in the towel in despair!"

The square as a whole is piled up with glazed wall stones, with a length and width of [-] feet each.

The colored brocade wall stone is a first-order ore with a special material, which has good resistance to low-level spells.

This promised big space is enough for Qi training monks to play.

Chen Ping and Chen Xun stood north and south.

The atmosphere is tense and explosive.

"You must be familiar with Dabi's rules."

Chen Tong paused, and then said: "Treasures such as second-level talismans, sky fire thunder balls, high-level puppets, etc. that are beyond the scope of Qi training are not allowed to be used."

In short, like top-grade magic tools, first-level talismans are allowed.

Cultivation monks are not only competing for realm, skills or combat experience.

Various magic weapons and auxiliary things outside the body are also very important.

Naturally, treasures that are too unfair are absolutely forbidden.

"During the competition, you must not deliberately injure the opponent's life and Daoji, otherwise you will never forgive me lightly!"

In the end, Chen's call was accompanied by a strong sense of warning.

Cannibalism is a felony.

The continuation of the direct line is ultimately a family struggle, and each other is not a deadly enemy.

"let's start!"

Chen Tong took a sip of tea, and his faint voice spread throughout the hall.

"Jie Jie!"

Hearing Chen Ping grinning grinningly, his body flickered with spiritual energy, and his whole body turned into a phantom.

In the blink of an eye, there was no trace in place.

"Snapped!"

Hearing a crisp sound, Chen Xun covered his face and glared.

"He slapped Chen Xun?"

"Let me just say, Chen Ping is a maverick and a thorn in the side!"

There was an uproar!

Even the two high-ranking Zhuji frowned.

This kind of humiliation of opponents has never happened in previous family competitions.

"you you…"

Chen Xun pointed at Chen Ping with trembling fingers, unable to speak for a while.

After the ancestor worship ceremony, only a dozen or so of the hundreds of clansmen left.

The rest are watching the battle.

This Chen Ping is tantamount to humiliating him in front of all the clansmen!
"how do I?"

Chen Ping sneered, and jokingly said: "The competition has already begun, if you are against the monks, you are already dead!"

under the square.

The five deacons sat cross-legged.

"This kid looks like an ordinary warrior, so brutal and brutal!"

Chen Qiudong smoothed his beard with a smile and joked.

"Even if there is a gap, you shouldn't slap people in front of everyone! I think Chen Ping is narrow-minded and can't be successful."

The person who answered the call was a fat old man with a generous build.

He is Chen Xintong's biological father, Chen Jinsong, the deacon of Zhixingtang.

"Brother Jinsong is right. A scholar can be killed but not humiliated. This Chen Ping is too hostile. If everyone learns from him, won't my Chen family be completely messed up in the future?"

The one who spoke in a strange way was a middle-aged man with a goatee.

This person is Chen Leining, the deacon of the law enforcement hall.

Chen Xun is one of his subordinates, and he pays a lot of filial piety on weekdays, so of course he has to protect him.

Chen Yu of the Foreign Affairs Hall and Chen Nongyue, the deacon of the Chuangong Hall, squinted their eyes slightly and refused to comment.

On stage, Chen Xun regained his composure, hatred surging in his chest like a tide.

"kill!"

Chen Xun clapped his hands, and a three-foot wooden sword came out of thin air.

The appearance is unremarkable, but the blade is covered with a layer of black lightning, looming.

"The Millennium Pear Wood Sword."

Chen Ping's pupils froze.

Two years ago, when he went to the family treasury to exchange for spirit swords, Chen Yiru showed two top-grade magic weapons.

One is his Earth Flame Sword, and the other is this Limu Sword.

This sword is made of thousand-year-old pear wood that has been struck by lightning. When driven, the additional lightning-type attack can paralyze the enemy for a short time.

The Millennium Thunder Wood Sword is priced at [-] contribution points, which is a level higher than the Earth Flame Sword.

It can be seen from this that, in terms of power alone, this sword is far above the Earth Flame Sword.

"I didn't expect Li Mujian to be replaced by you."

Chen Ping spoke calmly, and with a call of his right hand, there was a wave of heat, and then the Earth Flame Sword appeared.

"Tsk tsk, two top-grade magic weapons!"

"Which one of the direct descendants is not worth a lot of money, what's the surprise!"

"Hey, it's worth seeing now. It's just been a fight, and both sides have brought out such sharp weapons!"

Discussions are raging, and the collateral clansmen are happy to talk about what you have to say and what I have to say.

Inside the Chen family, the major branches belong to the bottom.

Not to mention the top-grade magic weapon, even the top-grade magic weapon is not a rare thing that everyone owns.

"Sword moves mountains and rivers!"

Chen Xun recited the formula silently, and the Limu sword flew up automatically, swung the hilt, and a beam of gorgeous sword light twisted towards Chen Ping.

His resentment towards Chen Ping had reached its peak, and his attack was his favorite spell, Purple Mountain Sword Art.

Zishan Sword Jue is a high-level technique of Chipin, which was created by a foundation-builder named Chen Zishan 400 years ago.

After Chen Xun got the sword formula, he practiced diligently and broke through the Xiaocheng realm many years ago.

Now, it is only half a step away from Dacheng.

"Cracking Fire Palm!"

Chen Ping calmly mobilized [-]% of his fire power to gather in his palms.

After a few breaths, strands of flames climbed up.

Taking advantage of the rapid rise of the fire, press it violently, and follow along with your spirit.

Both fists slammed between Jianguang.

"boom!"

Where the two fought, more than a dozen vortexes of spiritual energy formed. If the ground was not paved with brocade wall stones, how many cracks would have been blown by this blow.

After the two figures separated, Chen Xun was so shocked by the force of the split fire palm that his whole body ached, and he retreated to the edge of the square before he managed to stabilize the impact.

But Chen Ping on the other side was as stable as Mount Tai, with a ruddy complexion, and he was not affected by the sword energy at all.

"how is this possible!"

Chen Xun was terrified and unconsciously exclaimed.

This sword is equivalent to [-]% of his skill, but it can't bring any harm to Chen Ping.

One must know that Cracking Fire Palm is only a middle-level Chipin spell!
"The Cracking Fire Palm is almost instantaneous, and Ping'er may have practiced it tens of thousands of times in private."

There was a trace of surprise in Chen Tong's eyes, and he commented.

"The cracking fire palm in the realm of Dacheng can barely be counted as a trump card in the realm of Qi training."

Chen Yiru still felt sullen, and said in a neither salty nor bland way.

Chen Ping gave outsiders the impression that he was an ascetic monk, and it was not surprising that he knew a low-level magic technique in the Dacheng realm.

But they didn't know that it was Chen Ping deliberately hiding his clumsiness, and forcibly delayed the casting speed for a while.

Otherwise, with Chen Xun's fledgling fighting experience, he wouldn't be able to react at all.

The ancestor of Chen Zishan was only in the late stage of foundation establishment, and he was only quite talented in swordsmanship.

In Chen Ping's eyes, the sword technique he created had too many flaws.

As a post-scholar, Chen Xun is full of flaws.

There is nothing better than bullying the small with the big.

(End of this chapter)