In the silence, Lin Yuyin, who was covered in plain white, suddenly had a sword energy soaring into the sky.

Staring at Hong Qingyun, who looked provocative, with a cold look on his face, he said coldly: "A dignified cultivator of the Divine Power Realm takes the initiative to challenge him to be nearly ten years younger than him. He is still a person in the Psychic Realm, but isn't he ashamed?"

Hong Qingyun's eyes were slightly cold, and he naturally knew who the woman in front of him was with a sword intent that was almost Tongxuan; but the other party was just a small spiritual person, and he dared to be so disrespectful to him. He snorted coldly, about to speak.

But there I saw Xiaonan waving his hand to stop.

"Mom, don't be impatient!" As he spoke, Xiaonan's eyes were already staring at Hong Qingyun, and he smiled coldly: "Just look at it, so as not to distract me!"

Moon Xiaonan’s words were unclear, but the meaning was very clear: he was ready to fight!

Hong Qingyun's eyes lit up and he was a little surprised. He didn't expect that Xiao Nan would agree so easily.

At this moment, his eyes couldn't help but become a little deeper.

"Haha... Imitation fellow Taoist, it seems that you are very confident!"

After Hong Qingyun advanced to the magical power, he was also at the middle and upper level among his peers in the spiritual world where geniuses gathered, and his confidence was high deep in his heart. Since he came to the world of monks, he always felt like he was standing at the top.

Looking at the imitation of Xiaonan with a look of contempt, Hong Qingyun's face was slightly complicated and he said coldly: "Even the heads and elders of various sects, I regard them as ants as ants. Even if you are the so-called immortal king, but have not achieved supernatural powers, don't be too confident!"

"Haha...who is too confident? Hong Qingyun, if you want to kill me, you must be prepared to be killed by me, no matter who you are!"

"You...ha! Do you still want to kill me?" Hong Qingyun seemed to have heard something funny. After laughing for a long time, he suddenly stopped laughing, frowned slightly and looked at Fun Xiaonan and asked, "Okay, Fun Xiaonan! Although you are arrogant enough, I have to admit that you are indeed a stunning and amazing person! I can give you the last chance now, are you willing to serve for my Tianqing Sect? If you agree to my conditions and join the Tianmeng, I can guarantee..."

"Go to your big pancake face!"

Hearing Fun Xiaonan's casual insult, the members of the Tianmeng League in the Spiritual Cultivation World beside Hong Qingyun quickly switched from watching the show to being dumbfounded.

"You! You're looking for death!"

Hong Qingyun is such a proud person. Although he was to maintain the image of a master of Tianmeng and a supernatural power realm, he personally invited Xiaonan to join the Tianmeng in such a situation. In his opinion, it was already a great gift, but unexpectedly he was given a verbal abuse from Xiaonan.

Even though Hong Qingyun's realm is so mysterious and his mind is quite profound, he is still cursed by this simple sentence and his blood is surging and burned in anger. The monks in the spiritual world know that although Hong Qingyun's face is indeed round and tight, what he cares the most and cannot bear the most is that others say that his face is as big as a cake!

"Too much nonsense, hurry up if you want to do it." Looking at Hong Qingyun with an angry face, Fun Xiaonan snorted coldly. He didn't expect Hong Qingyun to be angry with his words. Since he was unexpectedly suffocated, he naturally further angered Hong Qingyun. This is the effect he wanted.

Sure enough, Hong Qingyun was furious and waved his hand. A purple flag more than a foot long appeared in his hand. Looking at Fun Xiaonan, he said sternly: "Okay, okay! Today I will let you see what the realm of magical power is!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Hong Qingyun's flag was already covering the sky with traces like ripples.

After Hong Qingyun's flag was swung out, it immediately turned into ripples, with almost no substance, and no trace of axe was seen. Even the sound of the wind was not brought up, but the invasive murderous intent had swept over.

Purple Dragon Flag! The best among half magic weapons! Infinitely close to magic weapons!

As the leader of the Tian Alliance of the Spiritual Cultivation Realm, Hong Qingyun has a great status and his weapons are naturally not ordinary people. The most important thing is that his initial level of the magical power realm is one level higher than Fun Xiaonan.

As the head of the Tianmeng Sect, Hong Qingyun is not as brainless as Zhang Tianyu, the "Silly and Fraud" of Zhang Tianyu. For the current Fun Xiaonan, he is indeed an unprecedented enemy. With the memory of the King of Changsheng, he knows the difference between the Divine Power Realm and the Spiritual Realm.

He angered Hong Qingyun just to give himself one more chance of winning; even if he can't win, at least he can't lose too badly; in fact, winning or losing is not too important. The experience of fighting with the supernatural power realm is the best way for him to now integrate the inheritance and memory of the Changshengjun.

The flag light hit, and Xiaonan flashed lightly, causing Hong Qingyun's attack to fail. A look of surprise flashed in Hong Qingyun's eyes.

In his opinion, it was impossible for Xiaonan, the upper level of the spiritual realm, to avoid his own move so easily.

The next moment, the fierce and cruel spiritual energy fluctuations suddenly erupted from Fun Xiaonan. Feeling the richness of this spiritual energy fluctuation, Hong Qingyun's face changed.

How could this be the upper level of the spiritual realm? It is clearly at the peak of the spiritual realm. In terms of the intensity of the fluctuations, it is only a short distance from the supernatural realm of my own.

In just a moment of surprise, Hong Qingyun had already rushed to Xiaonan's side, causing purple air to surge on the flag, and slashed at Xiaonan from top to bottom.

After Xiaonan hid again, the flag hit the ground directly. With a loud bang and dust flying, a large hole suddenly appeared on the ground.

Before Hong Qingyun could get up, the body that was flashing out of Xiaonan suddenly rushed back, and his fingers formed a sword, and he suddenly pointed to his chin.

Hong Qingyun did not react slowly, and he formed a palm with one hand, blocked his chin and pressed down.

With his fingers in the palm of his palm, the two of them burst out with spiritual energy. Xiaonan staggered and took three or four steps back. Hong Qingyun did not move and easily resolved Xiaonan's attack.

The two fought with each other and stood still in a hurry.

After looking up and down at Fun Xiaonan, Hong Qingyun narrowed his eyes and said coldly: "So you have always hidden your strength. No wonder you dare to fight with me; but do you think you dare to fight with me with just this kind of strength?!"

Before he finished speaking, Hong Qingyun's figure suddenly blurred, and a faint light seemed to flash by the bottom of his feet, and he came behind Fun Xiaonan in an instant.

The secret skill of Tianqing Sect Feng Lingbu!

With the help of this magical footwork, Hong Qingyun flashed to the dead corner of Xiaonan's defense. The vitality surged on his finger and poked the back of Xiaonan's head. As long as he poked this finger, Xiaonan would not escape death.

At the critical moment of life and death, Fun Xiaonan felt a wind behind his head, and hurriedly turned his head. He rubbed Fun Xiaonan's cheek and poked it. The sharp spiritual energy pulled a blood mark on his face.

Imitation Xiaonan turned around and first sacrificed the Nine Palaces and Bagua Card to protect himself. The next moment, the single-final sword flashed with a faint blue light, and he slashed at Hong Qingyun who was so close to him!

This is the strongest opponent I have encountered so far! Imitation Xiaonan dares not hide his weakness anymore, any carelessness may make him lose his life!

The single-final sword cut through Hong Qingyun's body and broke him in half, but Xiaonan didn't look happy at all, because he could feel that he didn't have the touch of hitting the entity, and what he just cut was just a shadow of Hong Qingyun.

The opponent's footwork is extremely strange!

"Good reaction!" Hong Qingyun's voice came from a few feet away, looking at Fun Xiaonan leisurely.

Xiaonan suddenly shook his hand, and the blue single-edge sword flew out.

Hong Qingyun did not dare to stop, and another Feng Lingbu avoided the sword. He looked at Xiaonan like a cat playing with a mouse, with a hint of contempt and disdain on his face.

The silent voice was silent, with only the unyielding perseverance and strong fighting spirit in his eyes, imitating Xiao Nan's footsteps, rushed to Hong Qingyun and stabbed him with a sword.

Returning in vain again! Hong Qingyun's figure has appeared on the other side.

"Hmph, you want to defeat me with your snail-like speed? Overestimate yourself!" Hong Qingyun's mouth was not idle for a moment, and he was as good as mockery.
Chapter completed!