Gou is passive in high martial arts

Chapter 140 You Are Not Dead? !

Among the saints Chen Kuang has met, only Wu Sheng is the most embarrassing one, even in the battle with Chen Kuang, he was "humiliated" by the latter.

But even Chen Kuang has no doubt about the gold content of Wu Sheng.

Only relying on some kind of secret method, he forcibly raised a body that was only in the enlightened state to the second-rank Daoan state for a short time.

This is already an extremely frightening thing!
Although this method seems inconspicuous, it is definitely a miracle that ordinary people cannot understand. It is almost the same as Donghuang using the stars as a chessboard, and Wangshu using fingers to seal a state.

It is also for this reason that the physical body is extremely unstable, especially because the soul must control the physical body, so the consciousness cannot be released, and the perception is not very sharp.

This gave Chen Kuang an opportunity to escape by feigning death.

Chen Kuang originally thought that after that battle, the owner of the borrowed physical body was probably dead.

On that day, the injuries Chen Kuang caused were just innocuous skin traumas to a physical body in the Dao Shore Realm, and at most they looked a little embarrassed on the outside.

The truly serious injuries actually come from within the body.

Because he abruptly promoted from the ninth-rank enlightened state to the second-rank Taoist state, that physical body would almost certainly be destroyed!
If there is no price for this, the Martial Saint is a bit too against the sky, and the heavens have to accept their heads and worship.

It's just that it's not the martial saint who has to pay the price, but the "voluntary" physical master.

But Chen Kuang didn't expect that the owner of the body didn't seem to be dead.

Still in this kind of place, I saw that familiar green turban.

Chen Kuang looked at the green scarf with subtle eyes.

In the world of Cangyuan, there is no allusion to the "green hat", so when Chen Kuang saw the green turban, he didn't think much about it, he just thought it was an ordinary ornament, but there is a rule in Yangguo that male relatives who advocate tricks must wear green turbans .

At this moment, he is in the Yang Kingdom again, and in the backyard of the brothel.

Naturally, this green turban cannot be a simple decoration, but has a symbolic meaning.

No matter how beautiful the advocacy is on the surface, it still belongs to the humble family after all. Most of the young people are the children of the advocacy, so naturally they also belong to the lowly family.

Liu Qingcheng also noticed Chen Kuang's gaze, looked at the green turban, and whispered suspiciously:

"Senior Bailong, what's wrong with this turban? Is there something wrong?"

Chen Kuang shook his head: "It's just like meeting an old friend."

"You wait here, I'll go ahead and have a look."

After he finished speaking, he jumped from the backyard to the second floor, walked around the corridor, and saw the situation in the lobby of Jinfeng Tower from top to bottom.

The guests were noisily discussing the current situation, with different opinions, including mortals and casual cultivators. Cups and broken bowls and plates were scattered on the table. It seemed that some conflicts had occurred just now.

——Spiritual Qi ban means that the gap in cultivation has been smoothed out. Now is indeed a good time to seek revenge, and the possibility of the original conflict breaking out is even greater.

Chen Kuang took a glance, and immediately found the familiar dark boy.

The boy was dressed as a handyman, silently picking up the leftovers on the table with a rag and a dustpan, with his head bowed in obedience, out of tune with the bustle beside him.

His face and body were covered with hideous scars, which seemed to have healed not long ago, and were much whiter than his complexion.

Suddenly, a cultivator next to him who was discussing the current situation fiercely took a step back, just in time to be bumped by the boy's elbow that moved sideways because he wiped the table.

"boom!"

The elbow collided with the back. It should have been a strong back, but the practitioner was bumped into a stagger!
The cultivator was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously jumped in his heart, thinking that he had run into a body cultivator from somewhere, and turned his head with a trace of panic.

Instead, he saw a simple-looking young handyman, who was still holding a rag in his hand and stood still for half a second, and then immediately apologized in trepidation: "I'm sorry, I didn't pay attention just now..."

The cultivator's face suddenly turned black.

Damn, without aura, could it be that I can't even beat a mortal handyman?

The cultivator became furious, felt ashamed, and immediately roared viciously: "Is this how you work?! I think you did it on purpose!"

The young man lowered his head and said with an apologetic smile, "I didn't see..."

The cultivator sneered and said, "Didn't see it? Then I think you are blind, a little handyman, why, seeing saints sealing off spiritual energy, and immortals falling into the mortal world, you also want to step on it?"

The boy argued: "I didn't..."

Just now it was obvious that the cultivator took a step back and bumped into him, and the result turned black and white.

But he was clumsy, and there were only a few words back and forth in his defense.

The practitioner's words immediately attracted unkind eyes from other practitioners.

For these practitioners, the most uncomfortable thing is that now their proud capital is gone, and their status is also precarious.

But now being offended by a mortal handyman, naturally hit their sore spot!

The cultivator took a step back, swept his sleeves, and swept all the leftovers to the ground.

"No? There is no evidence to say it, why don't you prove it."

After losing the aura, the practitioner's disdain for mortals has intensified, from being invisible and restrained to being undisguised.

Such behavior is urgently needed to continue to prove that his position is unshakable.

The boy froze for a moment, then knelt down obediently and wanted to reach out to pick it up.

The cultivator suddenly raised his foot, stepped on the food, crushed it, and then moved away.

Pointing to the dirty pool of mixture on the ground, he sneered, "Eat it, and I'll believe you didn't mean it."

The boy lowered his head, and the movement of reaching out his hand stopped in place, as if it was frozen in place.

The cultivator said: "Why, you don't want to?"

"It seems that you did it on purpose."

He said coldly, suddenly without warning, he pulled out the sword from his waist and slashed at the boy's hand.

At that moment, the boy's expression loosened a little, a little impulsive, the veins in his hands popped up, and the muscles instantly knotted up, as if they could pop up at any time, but finally he closed his eyes resignedly.

"Keng!"

Someone made a horizontal move, pinched the long sword in an instant, and flicked it with his fingers.

The long sword split at the sound!

The cultivator turned pale in horror, screamed, and backed away again and again.

But the force from the long sword had instantly broken his entire arm, crippling his muscles and bones!

He fell to the ground, clutching his arms and rolling over and over.

Now there is no aura to heal.

A broken arm...that's a broken arm.

Those cultivators subconsciously took a step back and looked at the figure that jumped down suddenly. Some felt unfamiliar, while others felt a little familiar.

Chen Kuang threw away the half-cut sword in his hand, stretched out his hand, and said, "Stand up, a group of useless wastes, there is nothing to be afraid of."

"That's not what you looked like when you were in front of me, punching a mountain."

The young man opened his eyes, raised his head, and saw Chen Kuang's face, his pupils constricted immediately, and his whole body trembled.

"You...you're not dead?!"

He knew this person, how could he not know him, that was the opponent who frightened him the most and also made him admire and envy in his unforgettable nightmare.

Facing the might of the Martial Saint without falling behind, that is really a well-deserved hero!

The young man also regretted and regretted that he "personally" killed the other party, but he did not expect that the other party did not die!

Not only did he not die, but he also saved him in turn...

The boy was in a trance for a while.

　make up

　　
　
(End of this chapter)