Holy Son is so arrogant

Chapter 71 Cutting Leeks!
Chu Fengge walked out first, with a sword intent all over his body, fierce and overwhelming.

Whoa!
All directions moved, and countless young heroes exclaimed.

Because, Chu Fengge actually had a sense of sacredness flowing from him. Although it was thin, it contained incomparable terrifying power, like a saint coming again.

This is Shengwei!

"He is Xuantianzong's contemporary swordsman, Chu Fengge!"

"These terrifying powers emanate from the saber in his hand!"

"This is the holy sword!"

Everyone was horrified, with shocked expressions on their faces.

A holy weapon is an important heritage of a ten thousand-year sect. Even some saints may not be able to possess it, but it is so held by Chu Fengge in his hand. How can everyone not be surprised.

The impact it brought to everyone was no less than the chaotic green lotus vision summoned by Su Ping!

"He actually has a holy sword! It seems that the Xuantian Sect and the Fuyao Sect have the same attention, and they also plan to put all their efforts into cultivating Chu Fengge."

"However, he has just entered the Dragon Bone Secret Realm, has he already been able to refine holy weapons?"

"Is it because it is the Holy Body of Sword Dao?"

"It is said that he and his ancestor, Emperor Chu, have the same sacrificial body of swordsmanship. He has a very high affinity for weapons such as swords. He has also received part of the inheritance of Emperor Chu. He has infinite power. But it’s not impossible.”

"Now with the holy soldiers in hand, they are not weaker than the ordinary Supreme Holy Physique, so it may not be impossible to defeat Su Ping!"

Emperor Chu, the rejuvenating master of the Xuantian Sect, once used the body of the Holy Body to suppress him for a lifetime. Although he failed to become an emperor, he was still an invincible figure like the Nangong Monument.

With the appearance of Chu Fengge, all the heroes talked again, and there was a glimmer of life in their eyes, and they pinned their hopes on Chu Fengge.

Armed with the sacrament of swordsmanship, with the inheritance of Emperor Chu, and mastering the invincible holy soldiers, it may not be impossible to defeat Su Ping.

Even if you can't defeat Su Ping, as long as you can hurt him, it will be of great merit to make some contributions to future generations.

"Holy sword?" Su Ping looked at Chu Fengge, who was as sharp as a sharp sword, with a refined and easy-going smile on the corner of his mouth.

Su Ping was very surprised by the belongings of the five Wushan brothers alone. He did not expect that there would be a holy soldier.

This trip to harvest leeks, I am afraid that the harvest will far exceed his expectations.

"Mu Yan, Murong Qiu, what are you two waiting for?"

Chu Fengge stared vigilantly in front of him with a casual expression, like a peerless young man who was harmless to humans and animals, frowned slightly, and said to the crowd.

"I can't beat him, and the two of you have no hope. We can only resolve this crisis by working together. Keeping the green hills alive, we are not afraid of running out of firewood."

As soon as these words came out, all the Junjie were shocked.

Although everyone knew that it was difficult for Chu Fengge to defeat Su Ping, they did not expect Chu Fengge to admit that he was inferior to Su Ping.

This is unimaginable.

Any Tianjiao is conceited and arrogant. Even if someone steps on his feet, he doesn't want to believe or even openly admit that he is inferior to the other party.

But now, Chu Fengge took the initiative to admit that besides his magnanimity and rationality, it was more due to Su Ping's strength.

Everyone had to admit that Su Ping, whom they despised and disliked, had indeed become so strong that they looked up to him.

Although there is no name of the Son, there is the reality of the Son.

Su Ping was also slightly taken aback when he heard this, and looked into the crowd, very puzzled.

Yes, what are you two waiting for?
As a leek, how can you be so unaware?

Hurry up and let me harvest, I am super skilled.

"Looks like that's the only way to go." In a corner of the crowd, a boy with restrained breath and full of determination stood up.

As he stood up, an invisible scorching wave swept across, and the entire Moon Watching Tower seemed to be in an endless fire.

Surrounded by divine lights flickering, beast fires as bright as the sun emerged, especially behind him was a group of black dragon-shaped flames, exuding endless divine power.

The surrounding air seemed to be ignited, and the temperature was frighteningly high.

"Sure enough, it's Mu Yan, the Mu Family's Heavenly Fire Eucharist!"

"Looking at his power, he seems to have obtained the sacred flame passed down from the Mu family!"

Everyone's pupils shrank suddenly, and they were frightened again, and a trace of almost crazy excitement flashed in their eyes.

Unexpectedly, not only Chu Fengge possessed holy weapons, but even Mu Yan brought the Mu family's ancestral holy fire this time.

The ancestral holy fire of the Mu family is said to be when a supreme ancestor of the Mu family smelted all his avenues in one furnace, using his own holy body as nourishment, and bred the supreme holy fire. It is powerful and is the heritage of the Mu family one!

Everyone suddenly felt that this break was hopeful.

Two sacred bodies, one holding the holy weapon, and the other holding the holy fire, and the two of them may not be able to defeat Su Ping together.

And what's more, there is a third person!

Murong Qiu!
Since both Chu Fengge and Mu Yan had brought such surprises to everyone, even though the name Murong Qiu had never been heard of before, since Chu Fengge named them, they should not be disappointed.

"The ancestral flame?" Su Ping narrowed his eyes, and the smile on his face became brighter.

As a long-standing family in Qingshenzhou, the Mu family has been given a lot of attention by Su Ping, and he knows a lot about his ancestral holy flame.

The mu family's ancestral torch, in a sense, can already be regarded as another magic weapon.

The rank is not weaker than ordinary holy soldiers.

Bring Chu Fengge's holy sword, so that they are two holy weapons. Even Su Ping, who has a higher vision than the top, looks excited and a little excited at the moment.

"Is there another one? Come out quickly, don't make me wait, I don't have much patience." Su Ping laughed.

It's not just Su Ping who is expecting, everyone present is expecting, pinning their hopes on the third person.

As long as this Murong Qiu, like Chu Fengge and Muyan, can also not disappoint people.

Such a luxurious lineup, even if the ancient emperor returns, it is impossible to face it easily.

Moreover, even if the three of them still can't defeat Su Ping, as long as they can hurt Su Ping and damage his combat power, it will be great news for everyone, and it can be regarded as a contribution to them.

"Murong Qiu, I know you are arrogant, but now that the situation is over, if the three of us don't join forces, I'm afraid Su Ping will deprive us of all our opportunities."

Mu Yan frowned, while persuading, he did not forget to adjust his breath to the best state.

"You don't intend to compose poems for this guy, do you?" Singer Chu Feng laughed while holding the holy sword.

"It's ridiculous. I thought I was a hunter, but I didn't expect that I was the prey. This feeling is really uncomfortable."

In the VIP room upstairs, there was an evil voice.

The voice was soft and piercingly cold, and countless heroes shuddered wherever they passed.

The strange young man in a red robe jumped down from upstairs. Although he didn't show anything extraordinary, the pressure he brought to the crowd was no weaker than that of Chu Fengge and Mu Yan. He exuded a cold aura. It made everyone feel as if they were facing an evil god.

"Very good, it's finally all together." Su Ping looked at the three people in front of him and said with a relieved smile.

(End of this chapter)