Become invincible from the explosion of the alchemy furnace

Zhao Feng quickly left Chen Xuan's residence and returned to the base of Phantom Hall.

In a dark room, he saw the second-in-command of Phantom Hall, a middle-aged man wearing a black robe.

The middle-aged man was sitting on a chair, his cold eyes filled with unpredictable murderous intent. His voice was low and majestic as he asked: "Zhao Feng, have you found Chen Xuan?"

Zhao Feng immediately replied: "Yes, sir, I found him. He is practicing in the inner sect, and he doesn't seem to care much about the threat from the Phantom Hall."

The middle-aged man smiled slightly, with a hint of cruelty in his smile: "Okay, very good, this Chen Xuan dares to show off on our territory. It seems he needs a lesson."

Zhao Feng nodded in agreement: "Yes, sir, I have already reminded him, but he doesn't seem to be afraid of us."

The middle-aged man's eyes became even colder: "Very good, in that case, we will let him taste the power of Phantom Hall. Get ready, we will take action tomorrow."

Zhao Feng gritted his teeth and nodded in agreement. He knew that the Phantom Hall's decision had been made. No matter how powerful Chen Xuan was, he would be unable to withstand the power of the entire Phantom Hall.

The middle-aged man stood up slowly, with a hint of cunning flashing in his eyes: "Chen Xuan, do you think you can be safe in the inner gate? What awaits you will be a terrible nightmare."

Zhao Feng left silently, feeling a morbid pleasure in the nightmare that Chen Xuan was about to face.

In the shadow of Phantom Hall, their every move is carefully planned, and every target will become their puppet.

In a peaceful place of cultivation, Chen Xuan was bathed in spiritual energy and concentrated on the flow of spiritual energy. His mind was completely immersed in cultivation, and he was not aware of the changes around him at all.

However, at this moment, a cold aura suddenly emerged, as if a shadow enveloped the entire training ground. Chen Xuan's eyebrows wrinkled slightly. He felt the unusual atmosphere, and slowly stopped his practicing movements, scanning the surroundings warily.

A figure walked out of the darkness. This person was wearing a black robe, and his face was covered with a layer of black gauze, making it difficult to see his true appearance. He stared at Chen Xuan with sarcastic eyes and said indifferently: "Chen Xuan, I heard that you have received a lot of criticism from the inner sect.

Chen Xuan raised his brows and looked at the man in black robes. A trace of vigilance flashed in his eyes: "Who are you? Why are you looking for me here?"

The man in black robe chuckled, and his voice sounded full of sarcasm: "I am a disciple of Phantom Hall, I just came to say hello to you. I heard that you performed well in the inner sect, but I am a little curious and want to see you. ”

Chen Xuan smiled slightly. He was not afraid of this person who claimed to be a disciple of Phantom Hall: "Since you are from Phantom Hall, you are interfering with my cultivation, right?"

The Phantom Hall disciple shrugged disapprovingly: "Cultivation is really a good thing. However, I would like to see if you, a new disciple of the inner sect, have real abilities."

A cold light flashed in Chen Xuan's eyes. He knew that this Phantom Hall disciple had bad intentions, but he would not show weakness easily: "Since you want to see it, then come."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Xuan moved. As his spiritual power surged, his figure turned into a shadow and rushed towards the Phantom Hall disciples like lightning. A fierce collision broke out between the two in an instant.

A black dagger suddenly appeared in the hand of the Phantom Hall disciple and stabbed Chen Xuan like lightning. Chen Xuan's expression changed slightly, and he quickly used his move. A dragon scale palm condensed in the palm of his hand, facing the dagger of the Phantom Hall disciple.

The moves of the two intertwined, the sound of explosions continued to sound in the air, and the fluctuations of spiritual power spread. Chen Xuan's eyes became solemn. He could feel that the Phantom Hall disciples were not weak in strength, and this time the opponent was different from the past.

The corner of the Phantom Hall disciple's mouth curled up into a sneer, and his offensive became more and more fierce. Chen Xuan's spiritual power was running all over his body, and his figure was like electricity. He was constantly dodging the attacks of the Phantom Hall disciples while looking for opportunities to fight back.

In the aura-filled training ground, Chen Xuan fought fiercely with the disciples of Phantom Hall. The two people's moves intertwined, and their spiritual energy surged, creating a storm.

The disciples of the Phantom Hall were extremely fast, their figures flashed instantly, disappeared like a phantom, and appeared out of thin air next to Chen Xuan in an instant, all changing in unpredictable ways. The black dagger in his hand was like a poisonous snake, piercing Chen Xuan's vitals, and every attack was full of murderous intent.

Chen Xuan was calm and determined. He condensed the power of the dragon scale palm and turned it into a golden palm shadow, constantly fighting against the Phantom Hall's offensive. Although his movement is not as agile as his opponent's, he appears strong and powerful, and every move reveals firm determination.

The pace of the battle became faster and faster, and the spiritual energy collided between the two people, making a fierce roar. Chen Xuan's eyes shone with sharp light. With his keen perception, he constantly captured the figures of the Phantom Hall disciples and worked hard to find flaws.

Zhao Feng quickly left Chen Xuan's residence and returned to the base of Phantom Hall.

In a dark room, he saw the second-in-command of Phantom Hall, a middle-aged man wearing a black robe.

The middle-aged man was sitting on a chair, his cold eyes filled with unpredictable murderous intent. His voice was low and majestic as he asked: "Zhao Feng, have you found Chen Xuan?"

Zhao Feng immediately replied: "Yes, sir, I found him. He is practicing in the inner sect, and he doesn't seem to care much about the threat from the Phantom Hall."

The middle-aged man smiled slightly, with a hint of cruelty in his smile: "Okay, very good, this Chen Xuan dares to show off on our territory. It seems that he needs a lesson."

Zhao Feng nodded in agreement: "Yes, sir, I have already reminded him, but he doesn't seem to be afraid of us."

The middle-aged man's eyes became even colder: "Very good, in that case, we will let him taste the power of Phantom Hall. Get ready, we will take action tomorrow."

Zhao Feng gritted his teeth and nodded in agreement. He knew that the Phantom Hall's decision had been made. No matter how powerful Chen Xuan was, he would be unable to withstand the power of the entire Phantom Hall.

The middle-aged man stood up slowly, with a hint of cunning flashing in his eyes: "Chen Xuan, do you think you can be safe in the inner gate? What awaits you will be a terrible nightmare."

Zhao Feng left silently, feeling a morbid pleasure in the nightmare that Chen Xuan was about to face.

In the shadow of Phantom Hall, their every move is carefully planned, and every target will become their puppet.

In a peaceful place of cultivation, Chen Xuan was bathed in spiritual energy and concentrated on the flow of spiritual energy. His mind was completely immersed in cultivation, and he was not aware of the changes around him at all.

However, at this moment, a cold aura suddenly emerged, as if a shadow enveloped the entire training ground. Chen Xuan's eyebrows wrinkled slightly. He felt the unusual atmosphere, and slowly stopped his practicing movements, scanning the surroundings warily.

A figure walked out of the darkness. This person was wearing a black robe, and his face was covered with a layer of black gauze, making it difficult to see his true appearance. He stared at Chen Xuan with sarcastic eyes and said indifferently: "Chen Xuan, I heard that you have received a lot of criticism from the inner sect.

Chen Xuan raised his brows and looked at the man in black robes. A trace of vigilance flashed in his eyes: "Who are you? Why are you looking for me here?"

The man in black robe chuckled, and his voice sounded full of sarcasm: "I am a disciple of Phantom Hall, I just came to say hello to you. I heard that you performed well in the inner sect, but I am a little curious and want to see you. ”

Chen Xuan smiled slightly. He was not afraid of this person who claimed to be a disciple of Phantom Hall: "Since you are from Phantom Hall, you are interfering with my cultivation, right?"

The Phantom Hall disciple shrugged disapprovingly: "Cultivation is really a good thing. However, I would like to see if you, a new disciple of the inner sect, have real abilities."

A cold light flashed in Chen Xuan's eyes. He knew that this Phantom Hall disciple had bad intentions, but he would not show weakness easily: "Since you want to see it, then come."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Xuan moved. As his spiritual power surged, his figure turned into a shadow and rushed towards the Phantom Hall disciples like lightning. A fierce collision broke out between the two in an instant.

A black dagger suddenly appeared in the hand of the Phantom Hall disciple and stabbed Chen Xuan like lightning. Chen Xuan's expression changed slightly, and he quickly used his move. A dragon scale palm condensed in the palm of his hand, facing the dagger of the Phantom Hall disciple.

The moves of the two intertwined, the sound of explosions continued to sound in the air, and the fluctuations of spiritual power spread. Chen Xuan's eyes became solemn. He could feel that the disciples of Phantom Hall were not weak, and this time the opponent was different from the past.

The corner of the Phantom Hall disciple's mouth curled into a sneer, and his offensive became more and more fierce. Chen Xuan's spiritual power was running all over his body, and his figure was like electricity. He was constantly dodging the attacks of the Phantom Hall disciples while looking for opportunities to fight back.

In the aura-filled training ground, Chen Xuan fought fiercely with the disciples of Phantom Hall. The two people's moves intertwined, and their spiritual energy surged, creating a storm.

The disciples of the Phantom Hall were extremely fast, their figures flashed instantly, disappeared like a phantom, and appeared out of thin air next to Chen Xuan in an instant, all changing in unpredictable ways. The black dagger in his hand was like a poisonous snake, piercing Chen Xuan's vitals, and every attack was full of murderous intent.

Chen Xuan was calm and determined. He condensed the power of the dragon scale palm and turned it into a golden palm shadow, constantly fighting against the Phantom Hall's offensive. Although his movement is not as agile as his opponent's, he appears strong and powerful, and every move reveals firm determination.

The pace of the battle became faster and faster, and the spiritual energy collided between the two people, making a fierce roar. Chen Xuan's eyes shone with sharp light. With his keen perception, he constantly captured the figures of the Phantom Hall disciples and worked hard to find flaws.