This little bronze bell.

The purple-gold copper bell shines with low matte luster, and strange patterns appear faintly.

The name of this spiritual treasure suddenly appeared in his mind: Long Tengzhong.

The Dragon Teng Bell...No wonder there is a dragon flying figure on it, and it is actually a name.

He couldn't help but think of his Tianlong Inspiration, and didn't know what it had to do with it.

He looked up at the purple dragon in the sky.

He looked at Cheng Yun who was standing blankly again.

Cheng Yunzheng looked comfortable and stared at him with an incredible look on his face.

Chu Zhiyuan punched.

The Great Light Fist was activated, and several fist shadows fell on Cheng Yunzheng's chest.

Cheng Yunzheng subconsciously waved his sword.

"Meow--"

"Bang!Bang!"

The sword light intersected with several fist shadows, making a strange whistle and a harsh sound.

Two fist shadows penetrated the sword light and fell to his chest.

He flew out ten feet straight in the air, and after landing, he knelt down for several steps.

He was also wearing a layer of body protection suit, blocking most of the power of these two punches.

Despite this, the power of the Spirit-Cultivating Great Light Fist was strong enough that he was slightly injured.

Chu Zhiyuan looked at him with a smile.

"You-" Cheng Yunzheng touched his chest, his face gloomy.

Chu Zhiyuan was happy and made an unexpected move, and then laughed: "Cheng Yunzheng, your baby is at its limit!"

He was also surprised that he could seize the spiritual treasure.

It was just a flash of inspiration and didn't have much hope.

There was an unexpected joy.

In ecstasy, he quickly calmed down and knew that he could never show it.

You can't let Cheng Yunzheng know that he can win the spiritual treasure.

Otherwise, all those who possess spiritual treasures will regard themselves as thorns in their eyes.

Even if you don’t want to kill yourself, you will try every means to avoid contacting the spiritual treasures.

Isn’t this a chance?

Cheng Yunzheng gritted his teeth and said, "So what? You still can't do anything to me!"

He lost the sense of Long Teng Bell, and thought that Long Teng Bell's power was exhausted and he entered a deep sleep.

This happened before.

Chu Zhiyuan smiled and said, "Are you still proud at this time? Come again!"

He used the Great Light Fist again.

"Meowl."

"Bang bang bang bang bang-"

The sword light and the fist shadow intersected in an incorrect way.

Several fist shadows hit Cheng Yunzheng, which made him fly up and bleeding from the corners of his mouth.

Cheng Yunzheng didn't care about the blood at the corner of his mouth and kept mocking him: "It's just that! It's just that!"

Chu Zhiyuan shook his head while punching: "You have no protective treasures and no protective armor. You have been destroyed by me long ago, and you still have a smile on your face!

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Cheng Yunzheng sneered, "Natural! - Chu Liezhao, someone will come to pick me up soon, you have no chance!"

Chu Zhiyuan fisted and snorted, "This time someone will pick you up, what about the next time? Will someone pick you up on the return trip?"

He then hummed, "And your so-called treasure, I thought it was so indestructible, so quickly it reached its limit, but that's it!"

Cheng Yunzheng's smile froze and became gloomy again.

Chu Zhiyuan shook his head: "You are not a fake, right? Or is it a broken one. Could it be that I have destroyed it?"

He couldn't help but laugh and said, "If you really want to be ruined by me, that's a great pleasure! Haha---"

"Impossible!" Cheng Yunzheng stopped shouting.

As he spoke, he flew around in the air, and despite this, he could still swing his sword like lightning.

Most of the power of the Great Light Fist was weakened by his treasure robe, and his body was strong and still alive.

Chu Zhiyuan snorted: "Anyway, it's much more fragile than I thought!"

He wanted to lead Cheng Yunzheng's thinking to the dead end, leading him to doubt the authenticity and damage of the treasure, so as to avoid the possibility of being taken away by himself.

It's a bit incredible to take away the spiritual treasure.

A long roar came from a distance.

The whistle rolled in and in the blink of an eye came closer.

Chu Zhiyuan closed his fist and turned his head to look.

I felt that I had seen their existence long ago, the Phoenix Inner Guard coming from the direction of the Phoenix Dynasty.

There are eighteen inner guards of Phoenix, and two venerables are taking the lead and are galloping towards this side.

Obviously, I have received Cheng Yunzheng's Feixun.

Cheng Yunzheng smiled proudly and said, "Chu Liezhao, you have no chance."

Chu Zhiyuan sneered: "See you on the way back!"

The two venerables had already come close to each other and bowed from afar: "I have met Master Fuma."

Chu Zhiyuan's heshou: "Mr. Zhou, Mr. Meng, I'm lucky to meet."

These two venerables are also acquaintances. They participated in his actions to eliminate the demon clan and the demon clan. The two inner guards said with a smile: "The prince consort and the fifth prince are you--?"

Chu Zhiyuan said, "I am also an old friend of the fifth prince, so I can't wait to come and greet him."

The two inner guards smiled and said, "So that's it."

It is better to have less than more things. Between Chu Zhiyuan and Cheng Yunzheng, they certainly tend toward Chu Zhiyuan.

They looked at Cheng Yunzheng: "I have seen the fifth prince, we are not late, right?"

Cheng Yunzheng clasped his fists and smiled, "Thank you for coming to pick you up, it's just right."

His expression was calm and he could not see anger, but the blood at the corner of his mouth had not been wiped away, and he looked quite embarrassed.

"It's better if you haven't arrived late, it's better if you haven't arrived late. I wonder if Your Highness Thirteenth Princess-"

Chu Zhiyuan smiled and said, "When I talked to the fifth princess, I unknowingly accelerated the speed. His Thirteenth Princess and the others were still behind."

"Then let's pick up the Thirteenth Princess together."

"This is the best." Chu Zhiyuan looked at Cheng Yun with a smile on his lips: "Brother Cheng, then we will have a date in the future, say goodbye."

Cheng Yunzheng slowly squeezed out two words: "See you goodbye!"

His hatred and murderous intent towards Chu Zhiyuan were surging like waves, and even if his expression was calm, it could not be concealed.

Chu Zhiyuan laughed loudly: "Let's go!"

They clasped their fists at Meng Zhou and their bodies flashed, and they disappeared in the blink of an eye.

On the top of a lush mountain, under the bright sunshine, Chu Zhiyuan posed in a strange position.

It is the first stance of Lingyuan’s body washing record.

The power of the Lingyuan slowly flowed into the feng fountain.

The two spiritual treasures in the feng fountain immediately swallowed the spiritual abyss energy hungrily.

Especially the purple gold bronze bell, shining more and more frequently.

While practicing the first stance of Lingyuan's body washing record, Chu Zhiyuan was thinking about the Lingbao.

Through this spiritual treasure, one can prove one's own judgment again that the spiritual treasure's spirit is not spiritual wisdom.

But spiritual charm.

This spiritual charm is created by heaven and earth, unique, and the manifestation of the mystery of heaven and earth.

Comprehending this spiritual charm is crucial to advancing the advancement of martial arts.
To be continued...