Ao Jiao flew out of the Yueying Sword, looked at the Tai Chi flame diagram blocking Xiao Chen, and said with interest: "My strength is now equivalent to the existence of the peak Martial Emperor. You want me to exert a lot of strength."

Xiao Chen pondered, "Use half first."

The peak Martial Emperor, a character who has refined his true energy to the extreme, Xiao Chen can't underestimate it and dare not be too arrogant.

After the words came, Ao Jiao came over, her petite figure flashed in the air, and a punch was imprinted on the Tai Chi flame diagram.

Bang!

The light on the Tai Chi diagram was radiant, and as the air waves rolled, endless winds surged towards the four directions. In the light, Yan Jiao flipped the air three times before removing the rebound force.

Looking at the Bagua of Zhoutian, the Tai Chi flame diagram with two qualities and four symbols were all present, and the light was filled with a hint of surprise flashed in my eyes, and my previous playful attitude was much less.

Xiao Chen felt a little dizzy. After suffering half of Ao Jiao's strength, only half of the mental power in the sea of ​​consciousness was left.

"Get all your strength!" Xiao Chen said with a serious expression with gritted teeth.

Ao Jiao nodded, and her aura surged for no reason. Her petite and lovely figure made people feel a sense of majestic and vast atmosphere.

This time, Xiao Chen's eyes did not capture Dao Ao Jiao's figure, and the opponent's attack hit the Tai Chi Yin and Yang Flame Diagram.

boom!

On the Tai Chi flame diagram, the et light exploded, the eight trigrams of Zhoutian, the four symbols of the two yin and four symbols shattered one after another, a blood stain overflowed from the corner of Xiao Chen's mouth, and was swept by the air waves in the fist. He retreated eight steps before he stood firm.

The qi and blood in the body were churning, and the internal organs were shaking endlessly, but Xiao Chen showed a happy smile on his face, and he succeeded.

The Peak Martial Emperor is only half a step away from the Martial Saint. Shen Manjun of the Tiandao Pavilion has such cultivation. He has just entered the Martial Emperor's realm and was able to block the full blown attack of the Peak Martial Emperor. He was only slightly injured. I am afraid no one would believe it if he said it.

Ao Jiao's face looked a little ugly, and the moment when the Tai Chi flame diagram exploded, the power of the rebound in the past doubled, which was equivalent to having endured the attack by herself, just twice as much as the punch.

Xiao Chen hurried over and asked, "Is it okay?"

Ao Jiao adjusted her breath and smiled, "No obstacle, if you endured twice the attack just now, you would definitely die. The peak Martial Emperor's tolerance is greater than you imagined."

"So if you meet the Peak Martial Emperor, even if the other party is seriously injured, don't take it lightly."

Tai Chi Yin and Yang Flame Diagram, which can attack or defend, advance or retreat, Xiao Chen finally has a trump card of his own.

It is neither derived from the Qinglong martial arts nor from the Bai family's four-season sword technique, nor is it the various secrets of the source of the Battle Saint.

In the Three Thousand Great Realms, only he can know the Tai Chi flame diagram. If he can collect all the titanium silver sun in the future, this move will definitely be famous in the Kunlun Realm forever.

After resting on the island for a few more days, Xiao Chen began to return and rushed towards Tiandao Pavilion.

On the way to come, you also need to use the Blood Throne. When you go back, Xiao Chen directly used his true energy to rush on the way, which is faster than the Blood Throne.

It just needs to consume true energy. The Blood Throne has no consumption and can often come in handy.

Five days later, the rolling Lingyun Mountains appeared in Xiao Chen's vision. As soon as Xiao Chen landed at the foot of the mountain, the disciples of the guarding Tiandao Pavilion immediately recognized him.

"Senior Brother Xiao Chen, you are finally back. The Great Elder is looking for you everywhere." The two disciples said respectfully when they saw Xiao Chen.

Now Xiao Chen is already a legendary figure in the Tiandao Pavilion. After word of mouth, he has been elevated to a person of the Emperor Yue Lei.

Xiao Chen had the intention to defend himself before, but some things became more and more outrageous. He could only smile bitterly and let it go.

"The Great Elder came to me, did you say anything?" Under normal circumstances, the Great Elder would never be so anxious to come to find him.

The two disciples shook their heads and said, "I don't know, just go to the main hall of Tiantai. It is said that there are amazing figures coming."

Xiao Chen nodded slightly, without hesitation, flew directly to the rooftop. He stepped on the shadow of the blue dragon, and the few ups and downs in the void disappeared into the eyes of the two mountain guardians.

Looking at Xiao Chen's departure back, the two disciples' eyes flashed with envy, "Senior Brother Xiao Chen is getting more and more powerful. I feel that the aura on his body is almost the same as those of the Supreme Elders."

"There is nothing to envy. When we practice in Tiandao Pavilion, Senior Brother Xiao Chen's kingly fortune will be more or less affected. The future achievements will not be as good as Senior Brother, but there will be no doubts about other people."

"That's right, the king-level real dragon luck is so lucky. Now many people outside are snatching their heads and want to squeeze into our Tiandao Pavilion."

After a few breaths, Xiao Chen landed outside the main hall gate and walked in directly.

With a glance, Xiao Chen saw that something was wrong in the atmosphere in the hall. The Supreme Elders with the Martial Emperor's cultivation of the Tiandao Pavilion all gathered here.

Shen Manjun, who doesn't care about the world on weekdays, also sat upright on a wooden chair. Everyone looked a little cautious and their eyes were on a middle-aged man in a purple robe in the hall.

The aura of the man in purple is unfathomable. He looks a little higher than Shen Manjun. He is a peerless master at the level of Martial Saint.

"Xiao Chen, you are back." When Jiang Chi saw Xiao Chen, he quickly stood up to greet him and sensed the breath on his body.

Jiang Chi showed a very happy smile on his face, and the other Supreme Elders also showed a faint smile on their faces, but there was a cloud of sorrow around his eyebrows.

Xiao Chen nodded and said, "Great Elder, why are you in such a hurry to find me?"

Jiang Chi carefully glanced at the man in purple and said, "That is Sima Hong, the head of the Sima family of Jin State. He brought a letter of war to make a fight with you again for Sima Lingxuan."

Xiao Chen smiled slightly and said, "I will come next, even if I come."

Sima Hong stood up and looked at Xiao Chen. An oppressive aura rushed towards him like a mountain, and said with a faint smile: "Not only do you want to take on this war letter, I also want you to lose to Ling Xuan."

"Remember to lose, otherwise this Tiandao Pavilion will fall into a devastating battle because of your decision and endure the anger of a martial saint."

The momentum of the Martial Saint was pressing towards Xiao Chen, as if a mountain was pressing on his back, asking him to bend down and bow his head.

Xiao Chen gritted his teeth, remained silent, and accumulated the momentum of a king-level true dragon genius, in opposition to the momentum of this martial saint.

The floor under your feet showed cracks as complex as spider silk, and flew towards the eight methods on all sides.

Bang bang bang bang!

The Martial Saint had already erratized a trace of the power of heaven and earth, and he suppressed the momentum, which was equivalent to an invisible attack.

The ground in the hall rumbling and cracked open, and pieces of gravel soared into the sky, crashing towards the ceiling, and the waves of air filled the air.

The surrounding Tiandao Pavilion all flew back several steps, except for Chen Manjun.

Don't surrender, don't bend down!

A trace of blood spilled out of the corner of Xiao Chen's mouth. He never bent down and stared at Sima Hong with his eyes tightly. At this moment, the slight sense of satisfaction that he had just been promoted to the Emperor of Martial Arts was gone.

The so-called Martial Emperor was so unbearable in front of the Martial Saint. Even though the other party was obviously just a junior low-level Martial Saint, his momentum was not something he could resist.

"Xiao Chen, you must not agree to this old guy, you are so shameless. Your king-level true dragon fortune will disappear among your peers as long as you lose one game and become an ordinary true dragon fortune."

Yui Jiao said in extreme anger in Yueying Sword, "Best, I'll fight with him, just a low-grade primary martial saint."

"Don't be impulsive, I have a way to deal with him." Xiao Chen stopped Ao Jiao and said calmly in his heart.

"Yes, I can hold on for too long under my oppression." Sima Hong laughed and restrained his momentum, "You have thought about it, do you agree or not."

The strength Sima Hong showed made the elders of the Tiandao Pavilion around him frightened. The martial emperors in the entire hall would probably not be his opponent, and it would be a bit difficult for him to get hurt.

The pressure on Xiao Chen was relieved a lot, but his heart did not relax at all. He said in a deep voice: "I will take the Zhan Shu, but I will not be able to lose without fighting!"

Sima Hong sneered, threw out a space ring and said, "In ten days, Sima Lingxuan will come here, there are 10,000 top-grade spirit stones here."

"I won't let you lose in vain, just a show. Not only will you not lose any losses, but you will also get a large amount of top-grade spirit stones in vain. I believe you will change your mind."

After saying that, Sima Hong laughed, strided loudly, and left the hall.

Chen Manjun walked over and said, "Xiao Chen, don't worry, Tiandao Pavilion will never make you embarrassed. A martial saint can't scare us."

There is no Martial Saint in Tiandao Pavilion now. If he really offended Sima Hong, what the other party said would not be exaggerated. Chen Manjun was actually not confident in saying this.

Wiping the blood stains on the corner of his mouth, Xiao Chen whispered: "Senior, there is no need to say that. Xiao Chen is in Qingyun and will never sit and watch the Tiandao Pavilion be threatened so much."

"I will go to Haotian Sect for seven days at most. They will definitely send a martial saint to the formation. Sima Hong will definitely not be able to make trouble at that time."

Because of the fact that there were powerful people in the aristocratic family, the quality of the genius of the bloodline inheritance of the emperor was higher than that of the top ten sects, but in terms of comprehensive strength, they could not catch up with the top ten sects.

Not to mention behind Haotian Sect, there is a more powerful sect in Kunlun Realm. With Haotian Sect supporting the Sima family, they will never dare to do anything randomly.

When the other Supreme Elders in the hall heard Xiao Chen say this, all their faces were relieved, and the clouds between their eyebrows dissipated.

Xiao Chen saw it and didn't say much. Sima Hong's powerful strength was there, and it was a bit reluctant to ask them to help him.

The strong are respected and the strength is great. It has been the only criterion of Tianwu Great 6 since ancient times. Xiao Chen is already very satisfied that these elders can not make things difficult for him under Sima Hong's oppression.

Qingyun Peak and Liu Ruyue’s villa are filled with green smoke. Xiao Chen and Liu Ruyue are drinking tea and chatting in front of the tea table.
Chapter completed!