In the world of cultivation, those who can cultivate to the foundation-building stage will need at least thirty years of hard training, even if they have hastily built the foundation without going through many nirvanas.
This kind of hard work can never be replaced by working behind closed doors.
Often during these thirty years, they have seen many bizarre things and experienced various scenes, big or small.
But never once did the minds of Xiao Jun and Su Fan, who were full of poems and books and had heard all kinds of anecdotes, go blank for a moment.
For a moment, the two of them couldn't understand Mu Qing's attitude and the meaning of his words.
Zuo Fengbo and Zhu Kun, who had always followed Mu Qing's lead, instantly understood Mu Qing's choice and both showed a look of risk-taking.
"Xiao Jun, Su Fan, you two, how dare you show off in front of Brother Ji!"
Brother Ji?
This sudden loud shout made Wang Chen feel that this title was extremely harsh, and he glanced at Mu Qing dissatisfied.
Mu Qing's hair stood on end. He thought Wang Chen was dissatisfied with him for expressing his stance so late, and he was frightened.
With his true power, wherever his finger pointed, a cyan flying sword flew up.
Zheng!
During the sound of the sword, the green light around the flying sword seemed to have condensed into substance. It instantly became like green agate and shot out, heading straight for Su Fan who was closest to him!
"Are you crazy?!"
Su Fan was angry and anxious. He yelled, his true power surged throughout his body, his coat swayed, and he pushed out with an unreserved palm.
Righteous Palm!
The foundation-building cultivator's all-out attack was no small feat. The strong winds shot out in all directions, and even the air in this wing was almost drained out!
Boom!
Two powerful forces collided with each other, making a buzzing sound like a sonic boom, and the transparent aura suddenly spread out.
A restaurant in Nuoda was like cotton wool blown by strong winds. The entire roof and walls were blown away, and broken wood and bricks were scattered everywhere. Except for the floor where a few people were located, the entire floor was blown away.
Outside the restaurant, broken wood and rubble were scattered everywhere. People panicked and ran away into the distance, and screams came one after another.
Mu Qing took three steps back in succession, and the sword in his hand was knocked away from the collision.
He has not yet reached Nirvana, let alone established a foundation. Although he has inheritance, he is still not even half as good as Su Fan.
"Get out of the way."
A cold voice came, and Mu Qing knew what was going on, and stepped aside like a ghost.
The golden light in the sky flashed, dazzling.
Su Fan raised his eyes and felt a terrifying sword light shooting down.
Before the sword arrives, the strong wind has already risen!
With such momentum, how could this eighth achievement be the sixth level of Qi Condensation widely rumored by the outside world?
Su Fan was shocked. He flipped his hand and a small, delicate bronze bell appeared in the air. With a clanging sound, a simple bell shadow transformed into a shadow to protect him tightly.
Dang!
This big bell blocked Wang Chen's sword and made a huge bell sound.
Then, a crack appeared on the big clock. In just the blink of an eye, the crack spread all over the bell body.
What?!
This big bell magic weapon is an ancient treasure. Even if Su Fan bombards it with all his strength ten times and hundreds of times, it may not be able to destroy it. However, at this moment, it turned into light powder and scattered in front of his eyes.
After getting the magic weapon to block Wang Chen's blow, he regained his breath, his face was solemn, his white hair danced wildly, and with a move of his hand, countless bamboo pieces flew into the sky with flashing green light and formed an array.
He kept changing the techniques with his hands, causing the sky to roar, and he had exhausted all his strength.
Xiao Jun was secretly frightened, and recognized that this was Su Fan's famous technique, Ten Thousand Sword Formation. Once activated, each piece of bamboo was equivalent to a flying sword, and ten thousand swords were fired in unison, strangling the target in it. In this way, it would be difficult even for him.
Get involved.
But at the same time, he was fortunate that he had not intervened, otherwise he would have been trapped in it like Su Fan and unable to extricate himself.
"Junior!"
As Su Fan roared loudly like thunder, the bamboo pieces suspended in the air suddenly became strong with strong winds, buzzing and buzzing, and rolled towards Wang Chen like a heavy rain.
"Broken!" Wang Chen shouted coldly. He turned the long sword in his hand and sprinkled a circle of golden light. In the void, countless golden sword energies emerged, intertwining into sword nets to face the sword rain.
Crackling!
The sound of explosions sounded like firecrackers one after another, and the bamboo slips as sharp as flying swords shattered one after another.
In Su Fan's eyes, the golden sword net covered the sky, and a figure fell from the sky. The sword energy in his hand was condensed into substance, and golden light shone in all directions.
This sword is eye-catching and touching.
The inheritance is too strong...
Puff puff! Countless blood holes burst out all over his body, and he opened his eyes unwillingly and fell down.
The pile of broken bamboo slips fell down one after another without any real support, and a few pieces covered him, as if they were mourning Su Fan.
Xiao Jun was shocked and without saying a word, he jumped into the air to fight for his life.
He and Su Fan were only about equal in strength. Su Fan used two famous magic weapons in succession, but couldn't even block the opponent's sword.
If you don’t leave now, when will you wait?
"That's Su Fan from Xingzhi Academy! And his Wanjian Formation!" Huang Bai, who was peeping from the side, widened his eyes as he watched the unattainable foundation-building cultivator fall.
Among the Sifang Sect, his cultivation level was not very good, but he was a veteran in the world. He recognized Su Fan and his hidden secrets at a glance.
That's a foundation-building cultivator!
The one who killed him was actually the devil.
Too strong! Senior Brother Mu is no match at all. I'm afraid it will take Senior Brother Zhang or Senior Brother Gong to win Grade 8.
Senior Brother Mu is about to finish...
Huang Bai's whole body was filled with chills, and his eyes suddenly passed over Wang Chen's body and rested on Mu Qing, who was standing obediently at the side.
At this moment, Mu Qing was filled with joy. He was glad that he was not on the wrong team and was as filial as he was. The first thing he thanked was his parents for giving him the wisdom to understand current affairs.
If he had just a single thought and tried to join forces with these two foundation-building cultivators to win the Eighth Grade, he would probably be lying on the ground right now.
"It's just like the Nirvana cultivators of the thirty-three sects. One encounter, two Foundation Establishment cultivators died and the other escaped."
Mu Qing looked at Xiao Jun, who was galloping in the air, with complicated expressions. They didn't have much respect for these seniors who had no inheritance.
Because they are very clear with the inheritance, after two or three times of nirvana, they can overwhelm these foundation-building cultivators, but the other party can only watch helplessly, using a tortoise-speed cultivation speed to repay the carelessness they had in the first place.
The debt owed by the foundation.
But then, his eyes suddenly widened and his mouth turned into an O shape.
The air control speed of the foundation-building cultivator is extremely fast.
Just as Mu Qing raised his eyes, Xiao Jun ran at least ten feet away.
But he saw Wang Chen's sword raised casually in the air.
Then he stepped forward, and the six-path sword in his hand emitted a terrifying and sharp surge of air, and the light burst out...
A golden sword light suddenly shot out in the air in front of Xiao Jun.
He was shocked and turned pale, and waved his sword to block it.
Dang! Although the sword light was small, it was full of strength, and the incident occurred suddenly. His body tilted back, and his momentum of rapid flight was blocked.
At this moment, he turned his head and looked around, and there was only a sword light in his eyes that instantly enlarged like a whistling spiral.
Bang!
A cloud of blood flowers bloomed in the air, and the terrifying sword energy came out of his body, carrying Xiao Jun's body flying several feet before falling.
Wang Chen sheathed his sword as if he had done something trivial.
Then he turned his attention to Mu Qing and the others.
The three of them held their breath unconsciously, as if waiting for the judgment of life and death.
"Give me the ring."
Wang Chen reached out.
The three of them were stunned, never expecting that Wang Chen's first sentence would be this.
And this action is too natural, it is like asking for something that originally belongs to you!
Mu Qing's eyes widened, and for the second time he felt that his IQ was not enough.
Facing Wang Chen's somewhat impatient look, the three of them finally obediently took out the storage ring and handed it over.
"Brother Ji. That sword was passed down by my dead master. Do you think it is..." Seeing Wang Chen leaving, Mu Qing forced a smile.
His consciousness passed over the storage rings of the three people. Mu Qing's was the most wealthy, but compared to the vanity rings, these three people were like refugees.
It seems that there is nothing wrong with my evaluation of the three people just now.
Remembering that this guy knew the current affairs and struck the old man with a sword, Wang Chen took out the flying sword from the ring and threw it back to Mu Qing.
The latter looked happy and said, "Thank you, Brother Ji, thank you, Brother Ji." He said this several times in a row.
At this time, Zhu Kun, who was dressed in black robes, also had a smile on his sinister face, looking like a wolf grandmother.
"Brother Ji, my short sword was also passed down from my dead master..."
"You two are the same master?" Wang Chen interrupted with a frown.
Zhu Kun said in shock: "No."
"roll!"
Wang Chen scolded, feeling that this guy with the face of a poisonous spider would simply insult his IQ by making up an excuse.
The three of them, as if they had been granted amnesty, sped away in the air without saying a word, only feeling a chill on their backs.