Cultivating Immortality, Starts with Green Plum

Chapter 148 Hundreds of people, only one person responded

Many cultivators went through 81 difficulties and finally came to Xu Ming.

But Xu Ming knocked the opponent out instantly with just one punch.

The martial arts aura emanating from Xu Ming's body was totally unlike that of an ordinary Heroic Soul Realm martial artist.

Even when you get close to Xu Ming, the invisible pressure makes you tremble uncontrollably.

All the cultivators and foreign demons in Baiwa City are not fledglings who have never seen the world.

Their lowest realm is the middle stage of the Cave Mansion Realm, and they are all the best in each sect, so they are sent by the sect to compete for rare treasures.

In the past, when facing other people, they were like killing chickens and dogs. Even when they encountered cultivators with higher realms than themselves, they could sometimes even cross borders to kill the enemy.

But now, when facing Xu Ming, they felt like a fish on the mat, at the mercy of others.

Xia Donghua stared blankly at the scenes in front of him.

Xu Ming walked forward step by step, and with every step, a cloud of blood mist would explode around him.

No matter what magic the opponent used, no matter what magic weapon the opponent used, Xu Ming could break them all with one punch!
Every time Xu Ming killed someone with his hammer, the blood and energy around him became stronger.

Not to mention Xia Donghua and others, Qin Qingwan and Yu Wenxi were both very surprised.

Qin Qingwan is actually quite confident in her own abilities, which is why she said to Xu Ming, "I will protect you."

But now, Qin Qingwan doubts whether she can defeat Xu Ming if she really faces him face to face.
Qin Qingwan looked at Xu Ming's back, her peach blossom eyes flickered slightly.

It feels like I’m back in my childhood.

When he was a child, Xu Ming was also so powerful and always stood in front of him.

Xu Ming killed his way to the back, and no one dared to move forward.

When Xu Ming took a step forward, most people subconsciously took a step back.

Xu Ming smiled and said, "Don't you want to steal the treasure? How can you steal it if you just hide behind like this?"

"Then let me try." A man in a sword robe stepped forward.

"Are you a disciple of the Wanjian Sect?"

Looking at the style of the sword robe, Xu Ming felt somewhat familiar with it. It should be a cultivator from the Wanjian Sect. He had seen Xu Xuenuo wearing it before.

The man was stunned for a moment, then he clasped his sword and bowed: "Exactly! I am the Minghai Peak Zhuangyan of the Wanjian Sect."

Xu Ming smiled and said, "I wonder how Xu Xuenuo from your sect is doing?"

Zhuang Yan responded, "Master Xu is a hundred times better than me. Even in order to participate in the Rootless Secret Realm, Master Xu has been suppressing his realm. Now he is the number one among the younger generation of the Wanjian Sect. Some of the senior brothers and deacons are not as good as him."

Xu Ming shook his head: "I asked her if she was okay?"

Zhuang Yan looked at Xu Ming with some confusion, but he quickly remembered that Xu Ming was from Wu, and so was Xu Xuenuo. They both had the surname Xu, so could they be relatives?

Because of this relationship, Zhuang Yan suddenly felt a little closer to Xu Ming.

Zhuang Yan responded again: "I hope Brother Xu cares about me. Uncle Xu is doing well now."

"That's good." Xu Ming took out a peach wood sword.

This peach wood sword is very short, like a child's toy.

In fact, this is originally a toy for children.

This peach wood sword was a birthday gift that Xu Xuenuo gave to Xu Ming. Xu Ming has kept it and has been using it.

"Sir, are you a swordsman?" Zhuang Yan was a little confused.

"Just barely." Xu Ming held the sword and bowed, "Please give me more guidance, brother."

And at the moment when Xu Ming stood up, a sharp sword energy burst out from Xu Ming's body.
The monks around felt as if their skin was cut by a knife.

Even their breathing felt like a needle entering their throat.

"Such a strong sword energy!" Tianxuanmen Dugu Qiu frowned. The more he looked at Xu Ming, the more he felt that he was a monster.

Dugu Qiu was like most people. Even if they knew Xu Ming, it was only because of that poem and the marriage refusal letter. They knew that Xu Ming was a talented person.

But other than that, they knew nothing about Xu Ming.

But this is normal. After all, monks have a natural contempt for warriors. So what if Xu Ming is so talented?

After all, I am just an ordinary person.

But now, they have to pay attention to Xu Ming.

Xu Ming's martial arts realm was already so exaggerated, but he could still practice, and he was a sword cultivator! Moreover, his sword energy was so sharp that even he himself was extremely rare.

"Offended!"

Zhuang Yan thrust his sword forward.

Zhuang Yan did want that orb, but now, what Zhuang Yan wanted more was to defeat Xu Ming.

Xu Ming's fierce sword energy undoubtedly aroused Zhuang Yan's competitive spirit.

The long swords of both sides are like the moon hanging in the Milky Way, or like the falling stars in the sky.

Zhuang Yan was surprised to find that Xu Ming was using the Bingyang Sword Technique of the Wanjian Sect.

Bingyang Sword Technique is a sword technique created by the sect master, and only direct disciples can practice it.

Could it be that Uncle Master Xu passed on the Bingyang Sword Technique to this Brother Xu?
After a hundred rounds, Zhuang Yan felt increasingly exhausted.

Xu Ming did not use any martial arts true energy, but relied entirely on his furnace-building realm strength to compete with himself.

But I was suppressed?

Not to mention that Xu Ming was using an ordinary peach wood sword, while his own sword was a second-grade magic weapon!
In the 150th round, the long sword in Xu Ming's hand was covered with frost, breaking the solemn sword edge.

When the sword in Xu Ming's hand stopped, the tip of the sword was already pointing at Zhuang Yan's throat.

"I give up." Zhuang Yan sighed, accepting the defeat sincerely.

Zhuang Yan looked at Xu Ming and asked, "Brother Xu, is there anyone who can teach you the way of swordsmanship?"

Xu Ming shook his head: "No."

Listening to Xu Ming's answer, Zhuang Yan's eyes were filled with regret: "Brother Xu has achieved what he has today by learning swordsmanship on his own. If Brother Xu concentrates on swordsmanship, his future will surely be limitless."

Xu Ming smiled and said, "Kendo is pretty good, and martial arts is not bad either. I'll try both."

Zhuang Yan advised: "Being a warrior is a dead end after all. Why do you insist on going down this path? In my opinion, Brother Xu's talent in swordsmanship is not inferior to that of Uncle Xu Xuenuo. If Brother Xu is interested, I can recommend Brother Xu to study in the Wanjian Sect."

Xu Ming declined politely: "Thank you for your kindness, Brother Zhuang. I still don't want to join any sect, but I will visit your sect when the time comes."

Seeing Xu Ming's persistence, Zhuang Yan stopped trying to persuade him and finally bowed: "I will not attack again tonight. I hope Brother Xu will take care of himself. I hope that one day we can drink together in the Wanjian Sect."

"Thank you for your good words, Brother Zhuang." Xu Ming said with a smile.

Zhuang Yan said no more, turned around and flew down the mountain.

And after Zhuang Yan left, everyone became even more afraid of Xu Ming.

A warrior with an extremely exaggerated realm strength, a swordsman who cannot even beat the direct disciple of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect.

At this moment, Xu Ming was like a mountain, standing in front of everyone.

"Who else would like to come?"

Xu Ming shouted to everyone, his voice echoing in the night sky.

There were hundreds of people, but no one answered.

(End of this chapter)