A strong breath of life instantly spread throughout the audience. The flowers and plants seeds between the gravel cracks on the martial arts stage seemed to have accelerated their growth rate countless times, and they grew up rushingly.

"Qingyuan Huanchun Decision."

Countless weeds were entangled together, and there was a vague resilience that was difficult to separate from gold and iron, which turned into a tentacle that was wrapped around Zhao Xiaochuan and Kou Shuying.

Zhao Xiaochuan looked at Yu Wen Qingyuan. He felt that he had locked him in the dark. He could not escape no matter what.

Zhao Xiaochuan looked at him, and his fierce scenes faintly overlapped with the boy in front of him. His knees were slightly bent, and then he stretched his toes lightly. His body seemed to be weightless. He flew towards the weeds that swept in. The moment the weeds were about to touch him, his body spiraled in the air and turned around. Only Yu Wen Qingyuan was left in his eyes. His eyes were cold and ruthless, so the small sword in his hand was thrown out.

Yu Wen Qingyuan's eyes suddenly opened as he watched Zhao Xiaochuan's body flying in the air, bloodshot, and his eyes were full of incredible.

"Impossible, that's..."

"Deathly!"

The little sword disappeared instantly. The next second, Yu Wen Qingyuan's body seemed to be hit by a cannonball. He was knocked out with a hunched over and a "bang". His body seemed to be nailed to the white marble stone pillar of the martial arts stage.

His head was lowered, his breath was weak, his limbs lost their strength, and a golden three-foot sword was nailed to his chest, condensing and sharp. The blood paused for a second, then gushed out, invading the white stone pillars and flowed down.

The weeds that were about to surround Zhao Xiaochuan were all stopped in the air, as if they had lost their offerings and turned into a pile of withered yellow.

Everyone was stunned by this scene.

Yu Wen Qingyuan, who was arrogant and powerful, was defeated by the two-star kings in a row, defeated Penglai two seventh-level bone-piercing layers, but the scene was reversed. Yu Wen Qingyuan was nailed to the wall without any ability to fight back.

Is this a dream, otherwise why is it so dreamy?

"Brother Qingyuan!"

Among the academy disciples in the Guxian Taoist Temple, a young man with a somewhat similar appearance to Yu Wen Qingyuan was the first to react and hurried to the stage.

He pulled out the small sword forcefully, and the small sword seemed to have exhausted its starlight and slowly turned into pieces.

"Brother Qingyuan!" The young man seemed to be a family member of Yu Wen Qingyuan's cousin. Zhao Xiaochuan didn't care. But the young man turned around and glared at Zhao Xiaochuan.

"Why did you take this important action in the Dao Conference?"

The people from Xingsu Pavilion on the side were about to speak, but Zhao Xiaochuan said to them in advance: "Hey, can you not be so fragile? If you are afraid of death, why are you here? Just go back to farm."

After saying that, without waiting for Xingsu Pavilion to speak, he walked directly to the edge of the martial arts stage, stared at the leader of Xingsu Pavilion, and said, "If you have any objections, then come up and discuss with me. The man uses his fists to speak, and the women keep using their mouths."

Zhao Xiaochuan's words made everyone in Xingsu Pavilion look ashen, and all their spiritual pressure burst out one by one.

"Yes, that's it. You were so annoyed here just now that you were chattering like flies. You came up and beat them. Oh no... It would be great to talk about it." Zhao Xiaochuan smiled at the crowd, but there was no smile in his eyes.

"You bastard!!"

The young man at the age of thirteen or fourteen was all excited, and few could control his anger. A young man standing behind the Xingsu Pavilion flew towards Zhao Xiaochuan without waiting for the leader's organization, and his thin sword in his hand was shining.

However, Zhao Xiaochuan was motionless. When the young man's thin sword was about to stab Zhao Xiaochuan's chest, Zhao Xiaochuan's left hand moved.

The spiritual acupoint reversed, and the vitality surged in the left hand, and the copper-skinned iron bones activated. The spiritual energy in the left hand acupoint was circulating wildly. He reached out and grabbed the flying sword.

The boy was stunned and laughed in a rage. The spiritual energy in his hand was circulating to smash Zhao Xiaochuan's fingers, but his face immediately changed. The sword body seemed to be pinched in Zhao Xiaochuan's hand. Before he could react, Zhao Xiaochuan had an ancient bronze sword on his right hand, which was whipped hard on the boy's face like a whip.

"Bang."

A crisp sound.

The leader of the Xingsu Pavilion changed his face, and the sword seemed to be slapped on everyone in the Xingsu Pavilion's face.

The boy who rushed out was pulled aside at a faster speed.

From beginning to end, Zhao Xiaochuan's soles did not move at all.

Zhao Xiaochuan looked at Xingsu Pavilion with expressionless eyes as Duan Yu, a young man who could put pressure on him.

"Haha, very good, very good. I didn't expect to be lucky enough to meet Penglai's body refiners. The realm is not high, but the temper is quite good." Duan Yu said with a slight smile. There was already a faint sound of wind and thunder between his hands.

"Sometimes I get beaten even harder when I get beaten." Zhao Xiaochuan said, and while speaking, he whispered to the young man who was blown away and Yu Wen Qingyuan.

The two have been carried down to rescue.

The little girl who rescued was the one from Dayu Mountain.

She glanced at Zhao Xiaochuan weakly, and felt that Zhao Xiaochuan seemed to have a chilling aura on her body.

Duan Yu knew that this was murderous intent.

This is something that only those who have experienced life and death experiences will have. Duan Yu has, the little marquis Lin Xuan has, and the princesses of ancient countries have also, because they have all killed people.

But Zhao Xiaochuan's aura was very strange. It was said to be murderous, but it was quiet. It seemed to be non-existent and seemed to be everywhere. It was not directed at anyone, or everyone?

What a joke.

Just as Zhao Xiaochuan and Duan Yu were locked in their aura, a trace of light suddenly flew over the sky.

Recently, it landed in the ground and turned into a figure.

He was wearing clothes from the Ancient Immortal Temple, but his height was obviously one head taller than everyone present, his face was more mature, and his aura completely overwhelmed all the geniuses present.

The person who came was handsome and handsome, and his eyebrows were somewhat similar to Yu Wen Qingyuan.

The visitor arrived on the martial arts field. From the moment he arrived, his eyes were staring at Zhao Xiaochuan.

A sudden goose bump in Zhao Xiaochuan's back.

Very strong, very strong.

The highest alarm echoed in Zhao Xiaochuan's mind. The murderous aura in front of him pointed at him. His aura was stronger than everyone present!

Building the foundation!

It must be a foundation building!

He slowly walked to Zhao Xiaochuan, and within a step of distance, he looked down at Zhao Xiaochuan and said, "You are very good."

Zhao Xiaochuan only felt a wave-like murderous intent surged into his head. The spiritual acupoint in his body was running wildly, and his vitality was on standby at any time. But on the surface, Zhao Xiaochuan was still extremely calm.

"Thank you for the praise." Zhao Xiaochuan said and smiled at the other party.

With his eyes fixed on Zhao Xiaochuan, he bent down and said softly: "My name is Yuwen Qingshu, I have killed your person with my own hands, Wanbao Realm, live well."

After saying that, he stood up, looked at the people around him expressionlessly, and said, "After the order of the teacher, you will retreat quickly and disperse to prepare for tomorrow's Wanbao Conference."

After saying that, he stood in the martial arts field and stopped moving. Even if Zhao Xiaochuan was right in front of him, his eyes had no intention of looking at Zhao Xiaochuan, as if Zhao Xiaochuan was like an ant.

Zhao Xiaochuan didn't know what was wrong, but before turning around and leaving, he said something in a strange way: "You're too late."

Yu Wen Qingshu, who was taller than him, was unmoved at all.

However, Zhao Xiaochuan didn't care and said with a smile: "I don't have the ability to kill me..." He took back the bronze ancient sword in his hand and slowly walked off the martial arts stage.

"But I will destroy your brother before you kill me."

“In Wanbao World.”

Yu Wen Qingshu's pupils shrank suddenly, and he watched Zhao Xiaochuan's departure's back slowly disappear on the stairs...

It was late at night, everyone was preparing for it.

This night is destined to be uneasy.

The successive performances of the series are an impact on everyone.

Penglai Kou Shuying is strong, but she is defeated by Yu Wen Qingyuan.

Yu Wen Qingyuan, a disciple of the ancient royal family. The inheritance of the Double Star Lord should have shined in the whole audience, but was defeated by the human race Shi Er, who was the fourth level of the Penglai Bone Piping.

The name of Shi Er has spread in the circle of participating in Wanbao Realm, but because of tomorrow's drama, these things have not had time to ferment...

The next morning, Tu Zhengshan was already waiting at the door of the three-person house.

Kou Shuying and Zhao Xiaochuan seemed to have had a good sleep, and their faces were as normal.

At that time, Wei Yang's face was a little unnatural, but he still tried hard to maintain his normal attitude.

Tu Zhengshan didn't say anything, and handed the three of them a jade token.

"This is a life-saving jade plaque refined by the four colleges of the Spirit Realm. If you encounter any danger in the Wanbao Realm, these jade plaques can teleport you out and help you save your life."

Hearing Tu Zhengshan's words, the three of them immediately put away the jade token.

"Next, you will go with me to welcome the messengers of the Immortal World, talk less, listen more, and watch more." After Tu Zhengshan said, he swung his sleeves and a familiar shuttle appeared in front of everyone.

"Let's go."

The shuttle carries four people, flying away from the ancient immortal temple, and other colorful escape lights accompanying him in the sky.

The Ancient Immortal Temple is only closer to the Wanbao Realm and is regarded as a place for temporary rest.

The real entrance, on the edge of the spiritual world.

Compared with the distance from Penglai to the Ancient Immortal Temple, the entrance to the Wanbao Realm is indeed very close to the Ancient Immortal Temple.

After almost an hour, the four of them arrived at their destination.

As soon as the shuttle came out, Zhao Xiaochuan held his head and looked at him, and was already in surprise and could not speak.

The sea and sky line!

This is Zhao Xiaochuan’s most intuitive feeling and a real scene.

Zhao Xiaochuan will never forget the way the sea and the sky are connected together.

The two are seamlessly connected, and they are clearly not of the same type, but they are embedded together peacefully.

Zhao Xiaochuan left Feisuo, and there were already many people outside and many familiar faces.

The scholars in Dayu Mountain were riding a magic weapon like an inkstone.

The princes and princesses of the ancient country also showed their own methods.

What surprised Zhao Xiaochuan was that he actually saw Yu Wen Qingyuan.

His sword yesterday pierced his abdomen, and today Yu Wen Qingyuan stood on the flying boat, except for his pale face, he could not see any injuries at all.

"Did you eat some genius treasure?" Zhao Xiaochuan thought to himself.

"But it may also be because of his martial arts, and his martial arts are also very strange."
Chapter completed!