Chapter 453 Follow Your Heart

Although the old man's momentum is obvious to all, there are still cultivators who are unwilling to give up.

"Old man, who do you think you are? Why should I give you the treasure box?" A burly cultivator holding a sledgehammer stood up and challenged.

The old man glanced at him, without any extra emotional fluctuations in his eyes: "It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is whether you have the ability to take the treasure box from me."

As soon as the voice fell, a strong momentum burst out from the old man, directly shocking the cultivator holding the hammer to retreat several steps, and his face turned pale instantly.

The scene was once in a stalemate, and those cultivators who were originally ready to move did not dare to act rashly at this moment, and could only quietly observe the changes in the situation.

The cultivator holding the hammer had the cultivation level of the middle stage of the Incarnation Realm, but it was still not enough in front of the old man.

And among them, the strongest one was only in the middle stage of the Incarnation Realm.

There was no possibility of cooperation for all the people present, and it was too difficult to deal with the old man together.

"Young man, considering your hard work, I will keep the treasure box for you. You can leave on your own." The old man spoke again.

The first cultivator who touched the treasure box heard this, and there was a flash of hesitation in his eyes.

He knew where the word "keep" came from, but the old man just said it nicely.

In just a moment, he had made a decision in his heart.

If he continued to insist, whether he could keep the treasure box was another matter, and his life was probably about to be lost.

The first cultivator who touched the treasure box had no choice but to hand it over.

The old man nodded slightly, took the treasure box, and put it into his sleeve.

The first cultivator who touched the treasure box did not leave any words, and left directly. This place no longer belonged to him.

Although he lost the treasure box, at least he saved his life.

It is estimated that next time, he should never stand out like this again.

When the people around saw this scene, they couldn't help but feel disappointed and helpless.

They originally thought there would be a fierce battle, but they didn't expect it to end like this.

Chen Ze watched all this in the dark, and was a little surprised.

He originally thought that this battle would be very fierce, but he didn't expect that it would be easily solved by an old man in the late stage of the Spiritual Transformation Realm.

Could it be that those immortal cultivators just followed their hearts?

The treasure box has fallen into the hands of the old man, but those immortal cultivators who still covet the treasure box did not leave.

The old man chuckled, "Haha, why are there still people who are not convinced? You can come and try."

The old man's words revealed a strong confidence, and his eyes swept across the people present like a torch, as if challenging every immortal cultivator who was hostile to him.

The tense atmosphere in the field became more and more intense, and some stronger immortal cultivators began to move, and they were unwilling to give up.

After all, the treasure box is a rare Hun Dun Lingbao, and there may even be more precious items in the treasure box.

At this moment, a cold voice broke through the dull atmosphere: "In this case, let me try!"

The owner of the voice was a tall, handsome, young cultivator.

He held a long sword in his hand, and the sword body was shining with cold light, as if even the air was frozen.

Chen Ze used his clairvoyance to check the cultivation level of this young cultivator.

He was at the peak of the middle stage of the Spiritualization Realm.

There was still a gap in strength, but I didn't know what kind of trump card this young man had.

In such a situation, he dared to stand up, and he must have something to rely on.

"It's Guo Zhesheng from Bingxin Sword Sect!" Someone recognized the identity of the young man and couldn't help but whispered.

Bingxin Sword Sect is also a very famous sect in Zhenyun Mountain Range, known for its cold and swift swordsmanship.

Guo Zhesheng's strength is naturally not to be underestimated.

Guo Zhesheng stepped forward, pointed his sword at the old man, his eyes flashing with an unyielding light: "I am Guo Zhesheng of Bingxin Sword Sect, today I will learn from the senior's high skills!"

As soon as the voice fell, Guo Zhesheng's figure flashed, turning into a cold light and rushing straight to the old man.

His swordsmanship is indeed as its name suggests, each sword carries an extremely cold sword energy, as if to freeze the opponent.

The old man faced Guo Zhesheng's attack, but he was not at all chaotic. He smiled lightly and slapped out casually.

The palm wind was gentle, but it contained amazing power, and directly shook Guo Zhesheng away.

Guo Zhesheng stabilized his body in the air, his face was slightly pale, and he was obviously injured.

He didn't expect the old man's strength to be so strong, and he had almost no power to fight back in front of him.

"Young man, you are still too young." The old man said lightly, there was no sarcasm in his voice, only the statement of facts.

After Guo Zhesheng landed, he did not attack again. He knew that he had no chance of winning in front of the old man.

He put away his sword and retreated into the crowd, with a hint of unwillingness in his eyes.

Seeing this, the other cultivators who wanted to take action also gave up the idea.

They were no match for the old man, and continuing to challenge would only bring humiliation upon themselves.

At this moment, something strange happened!

A strong breath came from afar, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

Everyone turned their heads and saw a figure approaching the battlefield quickly.

It was a woman in white, and her arrival immediately attracted everyone's attention.

"That is..." Chen Ze frowned slightly, and he felt a strong threat from the woman.

Clairvoyance.

"The peak of the late stage of the Divine Transformation Realm!"

"Another peak in the late stage of the God Transformation Realm? If this continues, will the Divided God Realm be about to appear?" Chen Ze thought to himself.

"That's Lu Xuening from the Bone Sect!" Someone recognized the woman's identity and exclaimed, obviously no stranger to this sudden woman.

The White Bone Sect is world-famous for practicing the ruthless White Bone Technique.

Lu Xuening's arrival undoubtedly added more variables to this already complicated situation.

Her eyes were cold, like icebergs that had never melted for thousands of years, making people afraid to look directly at her.

Chen Ze narrowed his eyes. He knew that the appearance of this woman would definitely make the next competition more intense.

He didn't take action rashly, which was indeed the wisest choice.

Lu Xuening did not speak, but looked coldly at the treasure box in the old man's hand, with a trace of greed in his eyes.

The old man felt Lu Xuening's gaze, and there was a trace of solemnity on his face.

He knew that Lu Xuening's strength should not be underestimated. If he had known that he would not show his holiness in front of others, he should have left immediately after taking the treasure box.

"Lu Xuening, do you want the treasure box?" the old man asked calmly.

Lu Xuening did not answer, but nodded slightly.

The next moment, her figure instantly disappeared from the spot, and when she reappeared, she was already in front of the old man.

A white jade flute appeared in her hand. The sound of the flute was melodious, but it contained endless killing intent.

The old man's expression changed. He did not expect that Lu Xuening would suddenly take action, and the speed would be so fast, which was simply beyond his expectation.

He hurriedly activated the spiritual power in his body to prepare for Lu Xuening's attack.

However, at this moment, another figure appeared on the battlefield.