Chapter 67

Luo Chuan turned to Huang Yazi and heard Qin Jiatian's voice.

"Huang Yazi once entered the ranks of the ten little CHILDES four years ago and once ranked fifth. He was defeated by the little monster in Tianhua palace. He closed the door in Kunting mountain and learned a seven grade method. He hasn't appeared in these years."

Buzz!

As soon as Qin Jiatian's voice fell, a knife sounded again.

After the banquet, one of the more than 30 young martial arts practitioners came out. The man was eighteen or nine years old. He was tall and dignified, but his eyes were slightly narrow and gloomy.

As soon as he appeared, he immediately attracted the attention of the elders and envoys.

"Hehe, there are really many people who want to take the opportunity to suppress you." Qin Jiatian said: "this person is Pu Yang, the secular martial arts cultivation as famous as you. Beipu in the southern Zhou Dynasty, Dongbai xihou and Prince Luochuan. Among them, Beipu is this person. You five are all the talents of this year's group of secular martial arts cultivation talents. Walk seven large internal doors."

"Regardless of dignity or inferiority, disrespect the virtuous, disrespect the elders, and disobey the etiquette and law. I Pu Yang, shame is as famous as you Luo Chuan!" Pu Yang held a knife and slowly pointed to Luo Chuan. His eyes glittered with terrible lightning, like thunder. He carved a reflection on the jade pillar of the palace, revealing his profound skills.

Luo Chuan shook his head. Before the banquet, he still looked forward to how the three secular martial arts cultivation as famous as him and Zhou buchen would be a young hero.

At this time, Luo Chuan was disappointed to see Pu Yang.

As a secular martial artist, he has not entered the sect. What Luo Chuan has done has nothing to do with him. But he jumped out and talked nonsense. At a glance, he was flattering Tianhua palace and taking the opportunity to suppress Luo Chuan.

Fortunately, Zhou buchen had fainted, otherwise he would be ashamed to see this scene.

Seeing that Luo Chuan ignored him, Pu Yang's hostility became more and more intense.

He secretly glanced at the ancestor of Tianhua palace and the leaders of various forces, and there was no response. Pu Yang smiled coldly, his toes were light, the whole person was floating up, and his body was suspended in the air.

When the exclamation sounded, not only the more than 30 young martial artists showed envy, but also many sect disciples who built the fourth level of the foundation looked at them one after another. You know, only when you reach the true Dan realm, can you fly in the air in a short time with your own strength. Although the monks who build the base can also use some flying skills, they need to practice specific methods, and most of them are up to seven levels.

Pu Yang was secretly proud. His wrist trembled. The light of the knife was like water shadow. He only moved at first and stopped for a moment.

There are many white marks in the air, which seem to be carved by a knife. Pu Yang's knife is no longer moving, but white marks are still appearing, and there are 70 or 80 more in the twinkling of an eye.

"It's a fast knife, and its skill is not bad. Yuangung, you are a genius of Da Zhou. You really have the strength to not lose brother Chuan and Zhou buchen." Wu Juren whispered.

"If he is not so utilitarian, he may achieve more in the future." Sun Zhongyuan shook his head and refused to comment.

The leaders and elders of each sect looked at Pu Yang with appreciation. Many elders have made up their minds to win Pu Yang over. Pu Yang's reputation and achievements have made him firmly into the inner gate of the seven immortal gates. Now these two hands show that he is not inferior to the first-class fourth order friars, which adds weight to him.

"I'll steal the limelight." Huang Yazi of Kunting mountain sneered, pinched a Dharma formula in his hand, and floated up slowly.

Unlike Pu Yang, Huang Yazi didn't float out of thin air. A dark shadow spilled from the soles of his feet and gradually rolled away, just like a rolling black tide. Compared with Pu Yang, Huang Yazi's flying skill is obviously more stable and magnificent.

The black tide continued to roll. I don't know whether Huang Yazi intentionally or unintentionally, but a trace of it spread to Pu Yang. The snow-white knife marks trembled in the air and finally broke away.

Pu Yang looked at Huang Yazi with fear and didn't speak.

Qiang!

The flying sword moves around the beam, leaving a circle of huge waves and tides in the air, and finally stably stays in mid air. The figure flashed like lightning. Guan Lushan, a disciple of Tianhua palace girl, appeared on the flying sword, silent and stared at Luo Chuan coldly.

In her breath, there is an artistic conception that goes up to the sky and is extremely overbearing, which makes people think of the word "Tianhua".

Although Pu Yang and Huang Yazi are both very strong, they can appear on the stage at guanlushan. Regardless of their breath or momentum, they should obviously surpass one of them, and their strength is still above them.

These three people are undoubtedly the strongest among the disciples who came to watch the ceremony. Guanlu mountain is among the young disciples of Tianhua palace. It is first-class, if not the strongest. Huang Yazi is the leader of the younger generation of Kunting mountain.

The three men were floating in the air, full of war intention, pointing at Luochuan, and their intention could not be more obvious.

Luo Chuan can't spread the fire and is doomed to miss the fairy way, but he doesn't have any value left. His last value is to step on his superior position and make a name for himself!

The six elders were conniving, the disciples shouted loudly, and the kings and ministers of the Tang state were worried. The war seemed to be imminent, but I didn't know which of the three Luo Chuan would choose.

Or timid and refuse to fight?

The cool wind of summer night blew from outside the hall. Luo Chuan raised his head and his eyes were clear.

"In that case, let's go together."

The hall was surprised.

Without waiting for the three to respond, Luo Chuan used the wind hiding technique to resist the wind. At the same time, he punched up.

His body method is floating, like Ling Feng crossing the universe, and like Hongmao flying catkins. But his fist was extremely domineering, and the fist style was wrapped in the air waves, as if it could overturn the dome of the palace.

Five months ago, in Fengqi hall, Luo Chuan first realized the art of wind evasion. In the past five months, Luo Chuan's attainments in wind evasion have improved by leaps and bounds, not inferior to the two methods of water and fire.

The body method is gentle and the fist method is overbearing. Two different artistic conception are rubbed together by Luo Chuan. The fist power is swept. The three of Lushan are involved in the battle circle in an instant.

The three men's faces changed together. They didn't expect Luo Chuan to be so overbearing. They fought three times in one war and said to fight!

In full view of the public, who is willing to bear the crime of bullying widows? It was this hesitation that made the three people miss the best opportunity and give up the first opportunity to Luo Chuan.

In mid air, Luo Chuan's face showed a secret smile.

His body turned into a flowing wind and dispersed into thousands of strands in an instant. At this time, a strange scene appeared above the main hall. Thousands of flowing winds danced back and forth, sending out bursts of whistling. The tens of millions of flowing winds seemed to have an independent consciousness and rushed to Guanlu mountain along different tracks and directions.

The wind is invisible and colorless, and can only be captured from the traces of the air waves. Guan Lushan and his three men have lost their first chance. It is too late to catch the track of Luochuan's wind evasion.

Pu Yang waved the long knife. The shadow of the knife was heavy and overwhelming. He left white marks in the air and wrapped himself in it. However, the next moment, he saw only a flower in front of him, and a figure gradually appeared from the flowing wind. From vagueness to clarity, it seems very slow and very fast. In the blink of an eye, it is Luochuan.

Pu Yang's face changed slightly. Although he had the skill of building a foundation, he was born in the martial arts world after all. In the face of the mysterious immortal family Taoism, he instinctively had a trace of fear.

"Don't worry, it's enough for you to use only martial arts."

Luo Chuan seemed to see Pu Yang's idea and smiled. His backhand was a palm.

Pu Yang raised his knife to meet each other, suddenly urged all Zhenyuan, and instantly condensed a layer of "solid ice" on the knife surface. This is his killer mace, fake dagger Gang! It is often used unexpectedly at the last minute to reverse the war situation.

"Die to save face. There are not ten or nine immortal disciples who lost my move."

Pu Yang was overjoyed and looked at Luo Chuan with a trace of pity.

The knife palms collided, and the bloody scene Pu Yang imagined did not happen. The irresistible strength surged from the other end of the sabre. Pu Yang's arm trembled wildly. He felt that he was on the top of the wind and waves and was difficult to resist. He felt like vomiting blood.

What a power! How could he have such profound skills!

Pu Yang exclaimed in his heart. Looking around, he saw that Luo Chuan shook Dao Gang's edge with the palm of his hand, and patted four palms between his fingers. The angle and rhythm of each palm were different. Dao Gang, whose sharpness was close to that of divine soldiers, left only a shallow white mark on his palm.

Pu Yang was scared out of his wits. Among his peers, he had never met anyone who could use meat palm to resist his fake Dao gang. This fake Dao Gang saved a friar in his early years. The friar had a profound Taoism and passed on his magic skill. It was with this wonderful skill that he defeated many martial arts talents of his peers, almost invincible, and came to today's position step by step.

Fifth palm.

With a "pa", the fake knife Gang broke and the war knife broke in two.

A huge force of more than 200000 kg poured out along the palm of Luochuan.

Pu Yang didn't even hum. He was blown out of the air for thirty steps, vomited blood in the air, bounced twice after falling to the ground, and passed out.

In the eyes of most immortal disciples, Luo Chuan's time from starting to winning was amazing.

The most shocking ones are Huang Yazi and Guan Lushan. Pu Yang's strength and them are on the front line, but he was easily defeated by Luo Chuan. If you change to yourself, how many moves can you support in the face of the mysterious and powerful palm?

At this moment, Huang Yazi and Guan Lushan beat the retreat drum at the same time, but the cruel words had been released, so they had to fight hard.

When Huang Yazi kneaded the secret of the Black God, the black shadow on the soles of his feet became thicker and thicker, like a stack of dark clouds, which surrounded him.

Huang Yazi is also afraid of Luochuan's traceless wind escape. If he wants to resist the wind with clouds, he can prevent this wave of attack of Luochuan first.

The stormy palace hall suddenly sounded the sound of water, as if it was raining.

Huang Yazi subconsciously aimed at the outside of the hall with his remaining light, but found that the sky was clear, the moon was bright and the stars were shining.

No!

Huang Yazi's heart tightened. In a moment, he found that the tens of millions of flowing winds disappeared and replaced by a dense rain!

In front of her, Huang Yazi saw a virtual shadow in the first five steps. The virtual shadow was completely melted by the rain, but it gathered into a human shape. When you look carefully, it is a young man with long hair and drooping waist. Who is it, not Luo Chuan?

Huang Yazi panicked when he looked at Luo Chuan who came from the rain.

Huang Yazi is, after all, the best of the disciples who built the foundation of Kunting mountain. At the critical moment, he kneaded a seal method and flew back.

"Heaven and Earth Shield!"

Chanting a mantra in his mouth, Huang Yazi suddenly pushed out his arms, and a circle of light wheel appeared in front of him, which contained nearly 200000 kilograms of giant force, as strong as gold and jade.

Qiang!

The rain gathered into a white wave and hit the heaven and Earth Shield. It only stimulated a splash of water and failed to move forward.

Another figure appeared in the oblique thorn, but Guan Lushan's imperial sword came and forced him to Luochuan.

Seeing this, Huang Yazi's confidence soared.