The fan-wielding man's father is the seventh in Tianguang Prefecture, so there are naturally many magic weapons on his body. It's just a jade pendant that calls Jiaojiao. If it breaks, it will break, it's no big deal.
It's just that Chen Jiu made him frown a little, and he stretched out his hand to rub his forehead, feeling quite irritated.
He has always been the one who controls others in his hands, manipulates their emotions at will, and throws them away when he gets tired of playing.
But now, this local dog in a padded jacket dares to tease him. Isn't it fun to tease him to come here to guard the gate despite being so talented?
The fan-wielding man rubbed his forehead a little harder.
Annoyed, irritable.
He took a deep breath and smiled again.
This dirt dog, even if he succeeds, so what, does he dare to do it to himself?
Don't talk about him, even a scholar in the palace would not dare!
So what if the martial arts talent is terrifying, talent is just talent, and it is really worthless compared to Tianguangzhou No. 7!
Holding the folding fan, the man tapped his forehead, smiled at Chen Jiu, "I'm standing here, do you dare to hit me? Do you know the consequences of hitting me, my father..."
A golden figure carrying majestic martial arts punched his head hard, hitting the man backwards for a thousand meters, crashing into a school, and burying him in the ruins.
The surrounding monks looked horrified, they didn't expect Xiu to be so strong, and their martial arts were so strong that it was unimaginable, which they had never seen in their lives!
With such physical training, no matter how poor he is, he shouldn't be reduced to a gatekeeper!
Chen Jiu walked slowly towards the top of the mountain.
The golden bead didn't condense when he hit Dan Fengyan scholar, but now that it condenses, he made up his mind to beat the fan-wielding man half to death.
He climbed the ladder slowly, not in a hurry, and with every step he took, his body will have a little more fist, mixed in the golden light, that is, the martial arts give birth to the martial arts, and the fist will increase the martial arts, endlessly.
The ruins trembled, and the fan-wielding man got out, his face livid, holding the fan, and said coldly: "Okay, very good, I think you are going to die."
The man threw off the folding fan, and the mountain above it condensed a divine light. He first protected himself, then pulled out the golden jade hairpin that tied his hair, and threw it down the mountain.
The golden jade hairpin trembled in mid-air, with sword energy flying horizontally and turned into a flying sword, stabbing towards Chen Jiu's place suddenly.
This flying sword belongs to Jin Jing, it is extremely rare, and it is more than enough to be used as the natal flying sword of ordinary Nascent Soul Sword Cultivators.
Killing this dirt dog now would make his death more comfortable.
The pupils of the fan-wielding man shrank suddenly.
The flying sword hovered in front of the golden light figure, trembling continuously, making it difficult to enter.
Chen Jiu stretched out his hand, wrapping Jin Guangwu Yun, and tapped the tip of the sword lightly.
Feijian let out a mournful cry, and was taken into Zijin Gourd.
The purple gold gourd was originally something that could overwhelm the flying swords in the world. Besides, although this flying sword is good, the person who can use it is not the Nascent Soul Sword Cultivator. In this way, the killing power and spirituality will be halved.
Chen Jiu raised his head, looked at the man holding the fan on the top of the mountain, and asked, "That's it?"
If that's all there is, he doesn't intend to waste his time.
The fan-wielding man snorted coldly, with a gloomy expression on his face. With a flick of his fingers, a fiery snake appeared from the snow in front of him, suddenly coiled up and wrapped around him.
The fiery snake gradually darkened, burning the surrounding void.
Gold, wood, water, fire and earth, these are the five elements of a man's natal life. They are all innate treasures. If a man reaches the Nascent Soul, with these five treasures alone, he can fight with ordinary monks. Although he can't win, it is definitely more than enough to save his life .
In addition to these five natal objects, there are countless magic weapons on his body. If this earth dog wants to do something to him, where would he have the guts? !
The man's face was distorted with anger, and his eyes were full of resentment when he looked at Chen Jiu.
When a small-minded person hates others, that's how resentful he is!
Some school disciples heard the news and came to watch the excitement. Looking at the golden figure, they had strange expressions and muttered a few times.
"It's the king of war, why is he fighting again?"
The disciple of the Academy was puzzled, and asked the monk beside him, "Who are those two idiots on the top of the mountain? Fighting with the King of War, do you want to kill yourself?"
The monk who was questioned had a weird expression on his face. This "two idiots" were the second sons of Tianjun, the seventh person in Tianguang Prefecture, and it was said that such a person would die when he fought with the golden figure.
I don't know if this school disciple is too ignorant, or if this golden figure is too powerful.
Anyway, we will see the outcome soon.
The golden figure rose directly from the ground, rushed up along the stone ladder, and slammed into the fire snake!
The fan-wielding man's eyes were venomous, and with a wave of his hand, the fire snake suddenly expanded, containing the aura of heaven and earth, scorching and boiling the surrounding void, and greeted the golden figure.
The surrounding void collided with the fire snake, and white mist boiled up. This temperature is more than enough to boil a river!
The golden figure rushed into the fire snake's mouth.
There was a moment of silence.
In the midwinter snowy sky, a scorching sun suddenly appeared, dazzling people's eyes.
The black fire snake didn't move, it was originally a flame, but its body was like a stone, cracked inch by inch, only to reveal the golden figure inside.
There is a saying that among the dragons in the world, there are dragon balls hidden in their belly.
The fire snake belongs to the scale insect, so naturally there is the theory of the dragon ball. It is like a dragon ball when it is contained in Chen Jiu, but Chen Jiu's martial arts are too strong, and it can't stand it.
It was the luck of heaven and earth that killed it.
Chen Jiu's padded jacket was torn, and there were some burn marks on his body.
With a flash of his figure, he appeared in front of the fan-wielding man, pointing towards his head with a finger full of martial arts.
This finger was full of killing intent, and the golden glow in Chen Jiu's eyes was overflowing with longing, and a long golden glow was drawn out of the air.
The man holding the fan couldn't help but step back, and suddenly shouted, "Cui Jianxian, save me!"
There was a person in the sky, flickering, and appeared in front of Chen Jiu in an instant. The slender and thin sword cut towards Chen Jiu's throat.
This is an extremely fast sword.
Soon the world was silent.
The old man Qing Huang beckoned, a sword from the Military Academy fell into his hand, and he chopped it off instantly.
Drawing the sword, holding the sword, and swinging the sword are all extremely fast processes, faster than the sword that cut at Chen Jiu.
So that sword collapsed as a matter of course.
The sword fairy spat out blood and flew thousands of miles across.
Chen Jiu's complexion was slightly distorted, and he changed his fingers into palms. Amid the horrified face of the fan-wielding man, he grabbed his head and threw it down the mountain.
Chen Jiu swayed, stepped on his head with one foot, and stepped hard on the stone ladder of the school. The man's body collapsed along the stone ladder and went straight to the foot of the mountain!
The entire stone staircase was completely shattered.
The man with the fan was covered in blood.
Chen Jiu stepped on him with one foot, expressionless.
The old man Qinghuang suddenly raised his head, held his sword and went to the high place of the sky, intending to cut down the stars!
Stars shattered high in the sky.
In the end, because of the face of the academy, and because he might not be able to kill the ancestor of the military family, the Tianjun Zhaixing had to move away the man with the fan lying on the ground with his hand, and then snorted coldly, disappearing in the stars.
The old man Qinghuang sneered, "I didn't dare to meet people when I came here, and I didn't dare to show up when I ran away, like a mouse, it's funny."
He let go of the flying sword and returned to the Military Academy from Tianmu.
Tao Li stood on the top of the Taoist temple, drawing his sword half an inch, since the sword fairy surnamed Cui appeared, he had already drawn his sword half an inch.
The sword has not been collected yet.
Chen Jiu was standing at the foot of Xuegong Mountain, the golden light on his body was slowly fading, and he stood silently without any movement.
The stone ladder behind him was like a ravine that had been forcibly plowed open.
Miss Qinglie hurried over and saw the figure, her pretty face was full of anxiety, she tiptoed lightly, staggered from the crumbled stone ladder, almost fell down several times.
The girl hugged Chen Jiu from behind, looking at those burn marks, she was already crying, begging.
"Stop fighting, okay?"
Chen Jiu turned his head slowly. When he saw the girl crying, he was stunned, and the golden glow in his eyes gradually dissipated.
The young man turned around, patted the girl's head lightly, and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.
But he didn't say anything.
The martial arts dissipated, and there was another snowstorm within a kilometer.