Chapter Seven Hundred and Twentieth Four: Battle

Zhujianfeng, as in the past, begged Situ Leihong's swordsmiths to line up from the top of the mountain to the end of the mountain in an orderly manner.

Xiao Chen didn't line up, and walked towards the Zhujian Villa on the top of the peak amidst the eyes of a group of people discussing.

"It's him, here he is again!"

"Xiao Chen in white, defeated all the disciples of the Sword King Liu Xiaoyun in Tianding City four months ago."

"In the Changsheng Fruit Auction Conference three months ago, he probably made a lot of money. I remember that several old Zhun emperors came here and pushed the longevity fruit to sky-high prices. Many great masters couldn't buy it."

"However, it's strange to say that the Knife Sect Ranking has been established for ten years. With his strength, he should have a chance to hit the top ten. Why didn't I see him go?"

If we talk about the past, the name Xiao Chen was still far away from the people in Xuanyu.

In the last battle at Kezhu Jianfeng, he easily defeated Ouyang Feng of the Zixiao Sword Sect, held a high-profile auction of longevity fruits, and then defeated the first disciple of the Sword King in Tianding City.

Among the people in Xuanyu, the one who has been in the limelight recently is none other than Xiao Chen.

Walking all the way, listening to the surrounding discussions, Xiao Chen remained expressionless. He had something on his mind, he wanted to see Situ Leihong as soon as possible, but he didn't know how to say it after the meeting.

Suddenly, Xiao Chen felt two pairs of extremely hostile and murderous gazes, and the murderous intent was not concealed at all, staring straight at him.

Xiao Chen turned his head, looked at the past along the line of sight, the corners of his mouth could not help but slightly raised, revealing a ray of smile.

The owner of the line of sight was the one who had just come to Zhujianfeng and wanted to teach him a lesson. In the end, he was slapped in the face by Xiao Chen, and finally Ouyang Feng was slapped and rolled down by his elders.

Beside him, there was an old man who was also wearing the robe of the Zixiao Sword Sect, and his appearance was about 70% similar to Ouyang Feng.

Looking at this appearance, it is not difficult to guess that it is mostly a father-son relationship.

The old man has the cultivation base of a great master, he is full of energy, and his eyes are bright. She doesn't look old at all, her eyebrows are like swords, and as far as she can see, it's like a sharp sword piercing the void.

Xiao Chen glanced at it, but was no longer interested. It's best not to mess with him, otherwise he doesn't mind, let's use the great master to test his current strength, how far he has reached.

After walking a few steps, they passed the two of them directly.

"stop!"

Ouyang Feng whispered a few words next to the old man, the old man's face became extremely ugly, and he stopped Xiao Chen with a cold shout.

Too lazy to pay attention, Xiao Chen continued to walk forward.

Whoosh!

The old man in the purple shirt was furious, and with a stride, he rushed to Xiao Chen's front, and said in a deep voice: "Didn't you hear what the old man said? I tell you to stop."

Xiao Chen didn't take it seriously, and said with a smile: "The legs are growing under my feet, if I can't stand, it has nothing to do with you."

"Sharp teeth, the old man asked you, before April, were you bullying the weak, sowing discord, and hurting my son." The old man in purple shirt asked aggressively.

Sure enough, it's really a father-son relationship, so I'm afraid they won't be able to enter the villa directly.

However, Xiao Chen didn't have much fear, and smiled softly: "That's right, but did I hurt your son? Why don't I remember, it seems that I just touched it lightly. At that time, many people could prove that Yes, your old friend Diao Jintao can also prove it."

When this matter was mentioned, the old man in purple shirt could not stop the anger in his eyes, and he was about to burst out, and it took a lot of effort to calm down.

Beating his son seriously, if he hadn't run around a lot to find a panacea, he would never have been able to recover within half a year.

It's so embarrassing to say that it was just a light touch. As for that Diao Jintao, the old man in purple shirt, he is the last person to want to hear this name.

For the sake of a longevity fruit, it is a great shame to ignore the relationship for many years and directly roll Ouyang Fan down the mountain with a slap.

"Okay, very good, the old man will come to touch you lightly today."

After gritting his teeth, the old man in purple shirt stopped suppressing his anger, took a step forward, and slapped Xiao Chen with his palm.

He insisted on his status, and felt that it would be too cheap to deal with a junior, given his grand master's realm, and still use his sword.

Just relying on the huge advantage in the realm of cultivation, he slapped him hard with a palm.

With a single slap, there was a lot of noise. At the level of a grand master, a random slap can cut mountains and rocks, not to mention that this slap was made by the opponent in anger.

The surging palm wind mixed with the mountain-like heavy momentum of the old man in purple shirt, before the palm wind arrived, there was a huge pressure.

Many people behind Xiao Chen couldn't bear it and retreated.

But he himself didn't move a single step. Seeing the terrifying aura of Ksitigarbha, the coercion of the old man's palm in purple shirt, in Xiao Chen's view, was no different from that of a child playing house.

Since the opponent is too strong to even draw a sword, then there is no need to draw a sword!

Fist of the gods, the gods descend to earth, the power of twenty dragons!

The whistling sound of the dragon sounded, and twenty huge dragon-shaped air currents appeared behind Xiao Chen, flying up and down, and the agitated world changed color.

Roaring in unison, the dragon might overwhelm the sky, not giving the old man in purple the slightest chance to regret it. Facing the swift and mighty palm that was as swift as a storm, Xiao Chen took a step to meet it directly.

boom!

As fists and palms exchanged, terrifying voices rang out, and the old man in purple shirt, who was attacking forcefully, was directly blasted away by Xiao Chen's punch.

With astonishment in his eyes, the old man in purple shirt opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood. After landing, I felt a great pain in my right hand, cracks spread on the bones, and the entire right arm was temporarily crippled.

Xiao Chen stood with his hands behind his back, and said with a smile: "Excuse me, old man, my body is fragile, and I can't be shocked. It's not like Mr. Ling, who has rough skin and thick flesh."

With a chuckle, Xiao Chen walked away.

The old man in purple shirt was trembling with anger, but this time, his right hand was temporarily crippled, and he couldn't hold the sword at all. If you want to get back on the field, you will be powerless to fight again.

The other swordsmen who lined up on the mountain all looked very dignified. Ouyang Long, the old man in purple shirt, is a real great master.

But such a great master, who wanted to bully the small with the big, was still beaten out of temper by Xiao Chen's punch.

Seeing the other party rushing away, he didn't even dare to chase after him, and he dared not speak out when he was angry.

"It's a pity. It's a pity that Xiao Chen won't participate in the Sword Sect Ranking Competition."

"With such strength, he can definitely compete with Wen Ziran!"

"In recent years, compared with the Dao of the Sword in terms of aura, my line of swordsmanship has completely suppressed the limelight. Wen Ziran, who has already suppressed the young swordsmen of Xuanyu, can't hold his head up, and another Xiao Chen appears, alas !"

"It would be great if Yan Shisan was here. With Yan Shisan's strength and talent, he will definitely be able to compete with these two now."

"Yan Shisan, this man is addicted to swordsmanship, and he has never been interested in ranking in the Sword Sect. He has disappeared completely, and even the Yan family don't know where he is."

All the swordsmen present gave some face to the old man in purple shirt. He was blown away by Xiao Chen's punch, and not many people ridiculed him.

Ouyang Feng walked up to the old man in purple shirt and complained: "Father, what's the matter with you, why are you talking so much nonsense, just go up and kill him with one sword."

Snapped!

Having lost such a big face, Ouyang Long was already quite upset. Hearing Ouyang Feng's complaints, he slapped him.

"shut up!"

The look in his eyes was extremely cold, Ouyang Long didn't bother to talk to Ouyang Feng, he just sat cross-legged, healed his injuries, and quickly recovered the injury on his right arm.

Prepare to wait for Xiao Chen to come out here, and not give him a chance at that time, and directly confront the enemy with his sword. If Xiao Chen can't be defeated today, he won't have to mess around in this Xuanyu in the future.

Inside Casting Sword Villa.

Seeing Situ Leihong, Xiao Chen looked at the presence of the old god, and didn't know how to speak.

After all, at the beginning, he uttered bold words to get the Wannian Yanjing for the other party, but now he is going to make a slip of the tongue, and he is asking for the other party.

After pondering for a while, Situ Leihong still didn't speak, so Xiao Chen could only tentatively say: "Senior, I'm a little sorry about the Wannian Yanjing, I'm a step late."

Situ Leihong smiled: "It's okay, I knew about it a long time ago, and I have already made arrangements."

"What arrangement!"

"Wen Ziran has just agreed to your appointment to fight. Seven days later, he will fight with you. The bet is Wannian Yanjing." Situ Leihong said unhurriedly.

Xiao Chen was surprised and said: "Appointment to fight? When did it happen? I don't remember. I made an appointment to fight with him."

Situ Leihong didn't look like a senior at all, and said with a smile: "I made an appointment for you, why don't you agree, if you don't agree, I can cancel it."

Xiao Chen was speechless, and smiled embarrassingly: "Senior really has a heart."

"It's easy to say, you don't have to thank you for this matter, just help me get the Wannian Yanjing." Situ Leihong waved his hand and said indifferently. ()