The Unrivaled Divine Emperor

Chen Fan made a breakthrough in Qigong, his strength reached a higher level, and he began to sweep away Longshan Blessed Land.

"Wangyoucao, not bad, not bad."

In front of him, a small three-leaf grass was emerald green. It was an elixir. Chen Fan picked it.

"Drip Blood Ginseng, good. It's a good thing that can instantly break through the sixth stage of Qigong to the seventh stage of Qigong. It's worth no less than a hundred yuan stones."

Chen Fan killed a demon tiger with one palm and put away a blood-red ginseng that was almost bleeding.

"Lingming Golden Crystal, this is a good thing for making second-level magic weapons. One or two will cost one hundred yuan stones. There is at least one kilogram here, which is one thousand yuan stones."

Chen Fan drove away the monsters surrounding a hill and dug out a piece of crystal that looked like gold.

"Fairy leaves..."

Chen Fan raided all the way and harvested many heavenly and earthly treasures as well as precious materials for refining magic weapons. The total value was no less than 20,000 to 30,000 yuan stone.

"I really want to stay in this blessed land of Longshan forever. This is a huge treasure house. Not only is the vitality of heaven and earth rich and suitable for cultivation, but it also contains many treasures of heaven and earth, including divine gold and meteorite iron..."

Although some things are of little use to him.

But there are a lot of fourth- and fifth-level qigong practitioners out there, and if they are sold, they will definitely get a lot of money.

Of course, he also doesn't let go of some low-level elixirs.

Qin Yao successfully fused bone spirit fire and became a genuine alchemist. Refining elixirs requires a large amount of elixirs, and these low-level elixirs can be used for Qin Yao's training.

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"Well, there seems to be a fierce battle on the riverside?"

Suddenly, Chen Fan's ears twitched.

He emerged from the woods and ran along the river.

This is a river that is ten miles wide. The water is rushing and rushing, rolling up waves and hitting the rocks in the river.

On both sides of the river, there are vast sandy beaches.

There are dense reeds, boulder cliffs, rich landforms, and many dangerous shoals and rapids.

In the river, powerful monsters rise and fall.

While he was running, on a vast beach, the Qigong aura fluctuated violently and passed over, causing him to stop his rushing steps. He immediately saw two Fuyun Sword Sect disciples besieging Mu Chen of the Spring and Autumn Gate. .

The two disciples of the Fuyun Sword Sect were both in the middle stage of the eighth stage of Qigong, and so was Mu Chen. However, under the siege of the two, Mu Chen's body was dripping with blood, and some wounds were so deep that his bones were visible.

"Damn it, I really thought I was afraid of you two guys. If you really want me to fight hard, you will be buried with me!" Mu Chen tried his best to resist the attacks of the two Fuyun Sword Sect disciples, and threatened fiercely.

"Haha, threatening us? We just want to see how hard you fight. Ghost kill!"

One of the Fuyun Sword Sect disciples with a mole on his forehead sneered, and his attack became more ruthless and cunning, leaving a wound on Mu Chen's body in an instant.

"Haha, you are really trying your best. You can scare us with just words and no actions?" Another disciple of the Fuyun Sword Sect with a pointed chin also laughed wildly.

Like a cat playing with a mouse, not only was he not afraid of Mu Chen's desperate efforts, but he was constantly motivating Mu Chen to do his best, with a playful expression.

The sand on the ground was stirred up by the sharp sword light, and the gravel turned into dust.

"Damn it, okay, in that case, even if I die, I will drag you two bastards to be buried with me!"

Mu Chen was also furious, his cheeks twisted ferociously.

The vitality on his body exploded, and a dangerous aura bloomed from his body. The transparent air wave rushed out at once, and stones the size of millstones rolled all over the ground.

A huge hammer appeared above Mu Chen's head and struck out in the air.

Bo!

The blow of the sledgehammer shattered all the attacks of the two disciples of the Fuyun Sword Sect. The two of them spit out a mouthful of blood and retreated.

But just when Mu Chen was about to strike a second time, he staggered, spurted out a large mouthful of blood, and his breath became disordered.

The hammer formed by the condensed vitality also collapsed.

"Haha, is this your desperate method? It's not bad. It's okay for people in the early eighth stage, but it's ridiculous that you want to bury us with this. The Spring and Autumn Sect is really getting worse every year."

The young man with the mole between his eyebrows mocked and forced himself towards Mu Chen step by step.

call out!

But at this moment, a shrill sound pierced the air suddenly sounded, sharp and harsh, which made the young man with the mole on his forehead tremble, and the sword in his hand was slashed out.

Bang!

With an explosion, the sword in the hand of the young man with the mole on his forehead was broken into two pieces, and then his head exploded like a watermelon. Without even a cry, he fell silently on the beach, with corpses scattered everywhere. .

This time, it was no small matter.

Not only was the other disciple of the Fuyun Sword Sect with a pointed chin frightened, but Mu Chen also looked wary and glanced around.

"Who? Get out of here!" The young man with the pointed chin shouted coldly, holding the sword in both hands, looking like a frightened bird.

"I."

Chen Fan strode out of the reeds, and his powerful aura made the young man with a pointed chin take a few steps back.

"You actually dare to intercept and kill my disciples of the Spring and Autumn Sect. How brave you are."

"It's you!"

The young man with a pointed chin shrank his eyes, he was naturally attracted to Chen Fan.

After all, on the Longshan Mountain Platform, Wang Tengfei was slapped because of Chen Fan.

"Chen Fan."

Mu Chen felt relieved when he saw Chen Fan coming out.

It turned out to be Chen Fan, a fellow disciple. He thought it was someone from the other two sects.

"Are you okay?" Chen Fan looked at Mu Chen and asked.

Mu Chen was not from the Tianmeng, so he helped him.

If it was He Junyang, Yang Feng and other Tianmeng members, he would have turned around and left.

Mu Chen shook his head and said, "It's okay, just a minor injury."

"Well, you recover, I'll kill him."

Chen Fan walked towards the young man with a pointed chin, and the pressure of the late eighth stage of Qigong covered him: "You commit suicide, I'm too lazy to do it."

The young man with a pointed chin felt a little breathless under Chen Fan's pressure.

If it was an ordinary eighth stage of Qigong, he wouldn't be like this. After all, he was also in the middle of the eighth stage, not much different.

However, Chen Fan's strength was comparable to that of a Qi Sect master, how could he bear it.

"Commit suicide? Dream on! Picking chestnuts from the fire!" Although the young man with a pointed chin was oppressed by Chen Fan's momentum, he was also a tough guy.

The vitality exploded, the sword pointed, and forced to move, the sword light swallowed and spit, as fast as lightning, hundreds of steps away, directly pierced Chen Fan's heart.

"An ant trying to shake a tree, overestimating one's own strength!" Chen Fan narrowed his eyes, stretched out his palm, and clamped the sword light with two fingers.

"Go."

He swung his arm, and the sword light flew back at a faster speed, and shot into the heart of the pointed chin.

"Uh..."

The pointed chin young man shook his body, and his heart was directly destroyed by the explosion of sword energy.

"Hehe, hehe, little bastard, you don't know yet, your senior sister has been... has been caught... caught by Senior Brother Fuchen, you... will definitely die!"

As soon as the voice fell, the pointed chin young man died, but a ferocious smile appeared on his face.

"What?"

Chen Fan was shocked when he heard it.

Qin Yao was caught by Wang Fuchen?

"Chen Fan."

At this time, Mu Chen slowly walked over and said, "It's true, Qin Yao has fallen into Wang Fuchen's hands."

Boom!

Mu Chen's words were like a bolt from the blue, making his head buzz and his face turn pale.