Luo Chuan turned to look at Huang Yazi, and Qin Jiatian's voice came into secret voice in his ears.

"This Huang Yazi once entered the ranks of ten young masters four years ago. He once ranked fifth, stably suppressing Yue Qun and Chen Yusheng. Later, because he was defeated by the little monster in Tianhua Palace, he went into seclusion in Kunting Mountain and comprehended a seventh-grade method. He has not appeared in these years."

Buzz!

As soon as Qin Jiatian finished speaking, another sound of a knife sounded.

After the banquet, one of the more than thirty young martial arts practitioners walked out. The man was only eighteen or nineteen years old, tall and burly, with a majestic temperament, but his eyes were slightly narrow and his eyes were slightly gloomy.

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

"Haha, there are quite a few people who want to take the opportunity to suppress you." Qin Jiatian sent a message: "This person is Pu Yang, a secular martial artist who is as famous as you. Southern Zhou, Northern Pu, Eastern Baixi Hou, and Prince Luochuan. Among them, Bei Pu is this person. You five are all geniuses among this group of secular martial artists this year, and they will be admitted to the inner sects of the seven major sects."

"Do not distinguish between high and low, disrespectful virtuous, disrespectful elders, and disobey etiquette. I, Pu Yang, are ashamed to be as famous as you Luo Chuan!" Pu Yang held up his knife and pointed slowly at Luo Chuan. There was a terrifying lightning flashing in his eyes, like thunder, carving a reflection on the palace jade pillar, revealing his profound skills.

Luo Chuan shook his head. Before the night banquet, he was still looking forward to what kind of young heroes the three secular martial artists who were as famous as him and Zhou Buchen.

When Luo Chuan saw Pu Yang at this time, he felt a little disappointed in his heart.

As a secular martial artist, this man had not yet entered the sect, and what Luo Chuan had done had nothing to do with him. But he jumped out and said something, and he saw that he was flattering the Tianhua Palace and taking the opportunity to suppress Luo Chuan.

Fortunately, Zhou Buchen had fainted, otherwise he would have felt ashamed of seeing this scene.

Seeing Luo Chuan ignore him, Pu Yang's eyes became more and more hostile.

He secretly glanced at the ancestor of Tianhua Palace and the leader of various forces, but he didn't react at all. Pu Yang smiled coldly, lightly his toes, and his whole body rose up, and his body actually floated in the air.

The sound of amazement was heard. Not only did the more than 30 young martial arts practitioners show envy, but even many disciples of the fourth-level foundation building sect were looking sideways. You should know that only by reaching the True Pill Realm can one rely on one's own strength to fly in a short time. Although the monks in the Foundation Building Realm can also use some flying techniques, they all need to practice specific methods, and most of them are methods up to seventh grade.

Pu Yang was secretly proud, his wrist trembled, and the sword light was like a shadow of water. He only moved at first, and stopped in a flash.

There were more white marks in the air, as if they were carved by a knife. Pu Yang's knife no longer moved, but the white marks were still appearing, and seventy or eighty were added in a blink of an eye.

"What a fast knife, your sword skill is not bad. Yuanguangbang. This genius of your Great Zhou really has the strength that is not inferior to Brother Chuan and Zhou Buchen." Wu Juren whispered.

"If he is not so utilitarian, he may achieve greater success in the future." Sun Zhongyuan shook his head and did not comment.

The leaders and elders of each sect all had an appreciation for Pu Yang. Many elders had made up their minds to win Pu Yang over. Pu Yang's reputation and achievements had allowed him to enter the inner quota of the Seven Immortal Sects. Now he showed his strength as a first-class fourth-level foundation-building cultivator, and added weight to him.

"It will steal the limelight." Huang Yazi from Kunting Mountain sneered, and a magic trick was pinched in his hand, which slowly floated upwards.

Unlike Pu Yang, Huang Yazi did not float out of thin air. Black shadows overflowed from the bottom of his feet and gradually rolled away, like a rolling black tide. Compared with Pu Yang, Huang Yazi's flying technique is obviously more stable and majestic.

The black tide continued to roll, and Huang Yazi did not know whether it was intentional or unintentional, but a trace of wave came towards Pu Yang. The snow-white knife marks trembled slightly in the air and finally disintegrated.

Pu Yang looked at Huang Yazi in fear and said nothing.

clang!

The flying sword moved around the beam, leaving circles of huge waves in the air, and finally stayed steadily in the air. The figure flashed like lightning, and Guan Lushan, a female disciple of Tianhua Palace, appeared on the flying sword, silent and stared at Luo Chuan coldly.

In her breath, there is a sense of artistic conception that is straight up to the sky and is steadfast, which makes people think of the word "Tianhua".

Although Pu Yang and Huang Yazi are both very strong, when Guanlu Mountain appears, they must obviously surpass the two of them in both breath and momentum, and their strength is still above the two of them.

These three are undoubtedly the strongest among the disciples who came to watch the ceremony. Guan Lushan is among the young disciples of Tianhua Palace, even if they are not the strongest, they are first-class. Huang Yazi is even the leader among the younger generation of Kunting Mountain.

The three of them floated in the air, their fighting spirit was thriving, pointing directly at Luo Chuan, and their intentions were obvious.

Luo Chuan cannot pass on the fire and is destined to be without the fate of immortality, but he is not worth nothing. His last value is to step on his position and gain fame with him!

The elders of the six major sects looked indulgent, and the disciples of each sect shouted loudly. The king and minister of the Tang Kingdom showed concerns. The war seemed to be about to break out, but I didn't know which of the three Luo Chuan would choose.

Or are you timid and refuse to fight?

The cool breeze on the summer night blew from outside the hall, and Luo Chuan raised his head and his eyes were clear.

"Since that's the case, let's go together."

Everyone was shocked when they were lifted.

Before the three of them could react, Luo Chuan used the wind technique to control the wind and punched up. At the same time, he punched upwards.

His body movement was floating, like a wind passing by, or like a flying catkin. But his fists were domineering, and the fists were filled with waves of air, as if they could overturn the dome of the palace.

Five months ago in Fengqi Palace, Luo Chuan first learned about Fengfa Escape. In the past five months, Luo Chuan's attainment in Fengfa Escape has made rapid progress, and is not inferior to the two methods of water and fire.

The body movement is gentle and the boxing technique is domineering. Two completely different artistic conceptions are rubbed together by Luo Chuan, and the boxing force swept over, instantly entangled the three of Lushan and the other two into the battle circle.

The three of them changed their faces. They didn't expect that Luo Chuan was so domineering. He fought with three in one battle and fought at any time!

In front of everyone, who would be willing to bear the charge of overbearing the weak? It was this hesitation that made the three of them miss the best opportunity and hand over the opportunity to Luo Chuan.

In the air, Luo Chuan showed a mysterious smile on his face.

His body turned into a flowing wind, and instantly dispersed into thousands of strands. At this time, a strange scene appeared above the hall, and thousands of flowing winds flew back and roared. These thousands of flowing winds seemed to have independent consciousness, and rushed towards Guanlu Mountain and the other three along different trajectories and directions.

The wind is invisible and colorless, and can only be captured from the traces of the waves of the air. Guan Lushan and the other two had lost the opportunity. It was too late to capture the trajectory of Luochuan's Fengshi escape technique.

Pu Yang waved his long sword, and the shadows were heavy, covering the sky and the earth, leaving white marks in the air, wrapping himself in it. However, the next moment, he saw a flower in front of him, and a figure gradually appeared from the flowing wind. From blur to clear, it seemed very slow, and it seemed extremely fast, and it was Luo Chuan.

Pu Yang's face changed slightly. Although he had the ability to build a foundation, he was born in the martial arts world. Faced with the mysterious Taoist Techniques of the Immortal Family, he instinctively felt a little fear.

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

Luo Chuan seemed to see Pu Yang’s thoughts and smiled and said with a palm on his backhand.

Pu Yang raised his sword to greet him, and suddenly activated all his true energy, and instantly condensed a layer of "solid ice" on the surface of the knife. This is his killer weapon, the fake sword energy! Often, at the last moment, use it unexpectedly to turn the situation around.

"The end of being desperate for face. There are not ten immortal disciples who have lost to me in this move, but nine."

Pu Yang felt ecstatic in his heart, and there was a hint of pity in his eyes when he looked at Luo Chuan.

The palms of the sword collided, and the bloody scene that Pu Yang imagined did not happen. The irresistible force surged from the other end of the sword. Pu Yang's arm trembled wildly, and he felt that he was in the turbulent wind and waves, and he felt that he was about to vomit blood.

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

Pu Yang screamed in his heart. Looking around, Luo Chuan saw Luo Chuan shaking the blade of the sword with his palm, and slapped out four palms in the blink of an eye. The angle and rhythm of each palm were different. The sharpness of the sword, which was close to the divine weapon, only left a shallow white mark on his palm.

Pu Yang was so scared that he had never met a person among his peers who could use his flesh palm to compete with his pseudo-sword aura. This pseudo-sword aura was saved by a monk in his early years. He had a profound knowledge of Taoism and passed on his magical art. It was precisely with this magic that he defeated many martial arts geniuses of his peers, almost invincible, and reached his current status step by step.

The fifth palm.

With a "bang", the fake sword aura shattered and the battle knife broke into two pieces.

More than 200,000 kilograms of powerful force surged out along Luo Chuan's palm.

Pu Yang didn't even snort, but was blown away about thirty steps, vomited blood in the air, fell to the ground and bounced twice, fainting.

In the eyes of most immortal disciples, Luo Chuan's time from taking out his palm to winning was astonishingly fast as he was just a blink of an eye.

The most shocking ones were Huang Yazi and Guan Lushan. Pu Yang's strength was on the front line with them, but was easily defeated by Luo Chuan. If it were himself, how many moves could he support the hidden mystery and powerful palm?

At this moment, Huang Yazi and Guan Lushan both retreated, but the harsh words had been released, so they could only grit their teeth to fight.

When he muttered something, Huang Yazi squeezed the "Black God's Skills", and the black shadows on the soles of his feet became thicker, like dark clouds stacked, densely packed, surrounding him.

It was also Huang Yazi who was afraid of Luo Chuan's unmarked wind technique and wanted to use clouds to control the wind and prevent Luo Chuan's attack first.

The palace where the wind and clouds suddenly sounded, as if it was raining.

Huang Yazi subconsciously glanced out of the hall with his afterglow, but found that the sky was clear and the moon was bright and the stars were shining.

not good!

Huang Yazi's heart tightened, and in an instant he discovered that the millions of winds disappeared at some time, replaced by dense raindrops!

A flash of eyes, Huang Yazi saw a phantom appearing in the five steps in front of him. The phantom was completely transformed by rain, but it gathered into a human form. Looking closely, it was a young man with long hair hanging down his waist. Who would it be if it were Luo Chuan?

Looking at Luo Chuan who turned into the rain, Huang Yazi felt panicked.

After all, Huang Yazi is the leader among the foundation-building disciples in Kunting Mountain. At the critical moment, he pinched out another seal and flew backwards.

"Qiankun Shield!"

When he chanted a mantra, Huang Yazi suddenly pushed his arms out, and a circle of light appeared in front of him, with nearly 200,000 kilograms of huge force inside, as strong as gold and jade.

clang!

The rain gathered into a wave of white waves and hit the Qiankun Shield, causing only a splash of water and failed to move forward.

Another figure emerged from the slanting thorn, but Guan Lushan came from his sword and forced Luo Chuan.
Chapter completed!