Peerless God of Cultivation

127 God Killing Prototype [I]

The entire Qingshuiwan villa area has become a private residence, and the entrance was guarded 24 hours a day, and outsiders were not allowed to step in.

Three hundred meters away from Qin Yang’s villa, there was a villa with a slightly larger area. The rooms on the first floor were all opened, and it would serve as a gathering place for the members of the Jingyun Club.

When Chen Han and Xiang Lang ran in, they saw Qin Yang standing in front of a group of young people, exhorting them solemnly.

“Brother, come and teach these boys a political lesson.” Qin Yang beckoned to Chen Han.

“No amount of talk is worth it.”

Chen Han walked up to a young man whose head was dyed colorful and had more than a dozen holes in his ears, who looked to be about sixteen or seventeen. He picked it up and threw it aside, hehe said with a smile: “The hair of the descendants of Yan and Huang is black, no matter how good the talent of this birdman is.”

The boy who was thrown away more than three meters jumped up suddenly. In the eyes of everyone in surprise, he took out a lighter from his pocket and lit his hair on the spot.



Boom...

They didn’t know if it was because of the hair oil or something, but the hair immediately burst into flames, and in a blink of an eye, there was not a single long colored hair left.

.....

The scalp was red, and there was obvious fluid accumulation in many places. With such severe burns, the young man didn’t even snort. Going to Chen Han and staring at him without fear, he said in a deep voice, “Brother Chen, is this okay? If not, just kill me!”
“Haha...Brother, I didn’t expect that you, a dignified cultivator, would be fooled by a brat. Can the person chosen by me be any worse?”

Glancing at Xiang Lang, who was gloating at misfortune, Chen Han patted the boy on the shoulder: “Like a man, kind! I take back what I just said, you are qualified to join the Jingyun Club, listen carefully, I mean really join the Jingyun Club , not as a hooligan who beats people with a steel pipe like before.”

These half-eldest sons, who were no more than 20 years old at most, were all good seedlings that Xiang Lang has selected thousands of times from the Jingyun Club, which has expanded dozens of times, but he didn’t know what he was selected for before.

The pale boy with blisters all over his head asked suspiciously, “Brother Chen, didn’t we join the Jingyun Club before?”

“Before? Of course not, at best it is to gather people to support the facade.”

Chen Han glanced at nearly a hundred people who were puzzled, and said coldly: “Do you think Jingyun will be supported by thousands of younger brothers? Steel pipes? Maches? Baseball bats? Arms? Tell you, in some powerful existence In front of you, you are not even qualified to be cannon fodder. From today, you will truly become a member of the Jingyun Club, shoulder the responsibility of revitalizing the gang, and become someone who is qualified to overlook all beings!”

Many of the younger brothers’ eyes lit up, and someone shouted, “Brother Chen! I see, you want us to practice martial arts, right?”

Martial arts?

Chen Han curled his lips in disdain, shook his head and denied: “You guys underestimate your own future, and you underestimate me. What is martial arts? Peerless masters are just slightly stronger ants, just over a month. Before, Lao Tzu personally killed 87 peerless peak masters, 27 of them were the heads of the second-tier schools today, and the rest were elders of the second-tier forces.”

Wow...

Thirty-seven second-tier forces were killed at the core, the news had long been broadcast, and these sects also held a very grand funeral.

However, these boys never imagined that this matter that had a great impact on the secular world and in the martial arts came from the elder brother of Jingyunhui.

There was a lot of discussion in the crowd, with shock and excitement, but more of it was in disbelief.

“Boys, do you know that these second-tier forces also hide powerhouses that surpass the limits of martial arts? They are all the heads, elders, and guardians of the previous generation. When they knew that my brother Chen Han had slaughtered their sons and nephews, With all the second-tier forces, a total of more than 200 masters who surpassed the limits of martial arts came to take revenge, what is the result?” Xiang Lang was in high spirits, his face flushed with excitement.

“Brother Xiang, what’s the result?”

“Yes! Isn’t Brother Chen all right?”

“It must be bragging!”

“Put your mother’s seven orifices serial farts, when did I brag?”

Xiang Lang pointed at the boy who said he was bragging and cursed, so he almost beat him up: “If Chen Han didn’t allow me to let you know about those things, I would have shown you what a master is. More than two hundred A master who surpassed the extremes of martial arts was killed by Lao Tzu’s grandfather with a single shot. Martial arts were nothing but martial artists, do you understand?

This time, even Qin Yang and others were shocked and pale. Those who don’t know were fearless. The more cultivators like them, the more they understand what this means.

Roughly speaking, they have been together for more than two months. When Chen Han first introduced him, he said that Xiang Lang was a good brother he knew, and his strength was very good. They always felt strange in their hearts. It’s just that they didn’t know that Chen Han had broken through to the Golden Core Stage, and Xiang Lang didn’t show too outrageous strength, and they didn’t ask if they were focused on cultivation.

Until this time, Jingyun will develop at an unbelievable speed, without being suppressed by the state, they vaguely guessed something.

However, when they heard Xiang Lang’s words with their own ears, they were still extremely shocked. They were able to kill more than 200 pseudo-jindan masters with one shot. This person’s strength definitely surpassed the Nascent Soul Stage!

“You little guys still don’t believe it?”

Xiang Lang stretched out his right hand, and the Panlong Golden Spear appeared out of thin air in his hand: “Your uncle, if you don’t show it to you guys, you are really bragging!”

The crowd suddenly exclaimed in shock. He had nowhere to hide the two-foot-long golden spear, not to mention that the golden spear was sprayed from his heavenly spirit like a streamer, condensed and formed in the palm of his hand.

How the hell was it like making a magic movie?

Before everyone could turn around and stretch it out, the golden spear was suspended at Xiang Lang’s feet, breaking through the gate of the villa at the speed of sound in an instant, dragging a golden streamer straight into the sky for nine days.