"This..." The disciples watching were stunned, swallowing their saliva with difficulty, feeling deeply shocked.

"Click"

At this time, the monk's body shook violently, and the spear in his hand ripped into pieces, and then it quickly broke. Ye Chen's powerful force even spread to the monk's body through the spear, causing his tiger's mouth to crack and blood to overflow.

"Waste!" A dissatisfied voice came out of a chirping horse. A luxuriously dressed young man in purple sat on it. His hair was black and thick, his eyebrows and eyes were pretty, but there was an unconcealed aura between his eyes. He looked down on people and looked arrogant and arrogant.

This young man truly interprets the meaning of youthful frivolity.

"It turns out it's you, Ye Chen! You are so brave. My brother taught me a lesson. If you don't hide in the Jinxiang Sect and think about your mistakes and repent, you dare to come out. You really don't know how to live or die!" On the other divine horse, a young man in black spoke, and it turned out to be Na Wanning.

"What! This person is Ye Chen!"

"Even if he is Senior Sister Fang Yumo's fiancé, he doesn't think he is worthy."

The disciples not far away were in a stir and talked, all of them showing a look of incongruity. The eyes of Ye Chen looked at him were extremely unfriendly.

"Ye Chen, haven't you been taught a lesson by me last time?" A young man in Jinyi's face turned gloomy and jumped down from the gods. It was Wanfang's man.

The boy in purple frowned and looked at Ye Chen with a bright look: "What qualifications do you have to make Senior Sister Fang Yumo commit to you?"

Ye Chen glanced slightly and knew the identity of the young man in purple. This person was actually Lie Yangyi, the son of Lie Yangyi, the master of the Huofeng Peak of Lie Yang Sect. Lie Yangyun likes to wear purple clothes and is known as "Young Master Yun".

He once heard Liang Shaoyan mention some people and forces in the Xuanqing Sect that cannot be offended. The father of Mr. Yun is an elder of Xuanqing Sect with great means and powerful magic power. He is also the master of Junhuo Peak, one of the nine main peaks of the Lieyang Sect. He has mastered the "junhuo" in the Samadhi True Fire, which is very powerful.

Mr. Yun is the youngest son of Lieyangyi. He is born with a fire spirit body and is the top qualification for practicing fire-based exercises. He is not even under Ye Chen's current flame body.

This son is young and frivolous, arrogant, arrogant, and arrogant. He is protected by a powerful father. He has always acted based on his preferences. He is one of the objects that many disciples of Xuanqing Sect do not want to offend.

"Ye Chen, don't be impulsive, follow me to leave here." Cheng Rou walked up, her eyes full of nervousness. There were too many people eyeing Ye Chen, and she was very worried that Ye Chen would suffer.

"I want to go? How easy is it!" Mr. Yun shouted and waved his hand. Wanning and a monk jumped off the horse and cut off Ye Chen's way with malicious intentions.

Ye Chen handed the dark green beast to Cheng Rou and urged him: "Get back a little, don't be affected."

Cheng Rou wanted to speak but stopped, but when she saw Ye Chen's persistent eyes, she didn't say anything in the end and quietly retreated.

When seven divine horses fell from the sky, Ye Chen discovered Wanfang, and after thinking for a moment, he became calculating.

He looked directly at Wanfang, took a step forward, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Wanfang, now we can break the grudges."

"Hmm?" Wan Fang was shocked.

"What did you say!" Wan Ning also looked shocked, thinking that he had heard it wrong.

Young Master Yun was ignored by Ye Chen, and his anger appeared on his face. He clenched his fists, but finally calmed down again. He only looked at Ye Chen with a trace of bone-broken coldness.

"You want to seek revenge on me?" Wan Fang seemed to finally come back to his senses and laughed wildly: "You are the only one? Do you think that if you condense a mere Yuanli seed, you can defeat me?"

At the stall not far away, several disciples were paying attention to this place.

One of the young men looked unlucky and unwilling: "This junior brother Ye Chen is too reckless. Wanfang is a cultivator in the middle stage of refining light. He condensed six Yuanli seeds. Now he is rashly against this person. It is impossible to have any winning rate..."

This person is the tragic stall owner who was about to be exposed to horse manure.

Another disciple said: "A month ago, I took the turn at the Wanfa Peak Sutra Pavilion and saw with my own eyes that Ye Chen was defeated by Wanfang. It seems that he is seeking revenge."

A middle-aged man's appearance also shook his head repeatedly and said, "Ye Chen is not a little scheming and doesn't know that a gentleman will take revenge. Isn't it too late for ten years? He doesn't know how to endure it and will come out to seek death now."

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"It seems you are very dissatisfied with me." Wanfang's expression quickly became cold, and he walked towards Ye Chen: "It's just that you overestimate yourself. Every step further in the road of cultivation will make your strength leap forward. I condensed six Yuanli seeds, and you can't imagine that the Yuanli is powerful. Now, you are coming to provoke the majesty of your senior brother again... Due to the rules of the sect, I will not kill you. But this time, I will definitely beat you so that you can't get out of bed for half a year!"

"Brother, you don't need to take action, I can defeat this beast!" Wan Ning shouted loudly, and actually rushed towards Ye Chen first. The energy of his body was shaking. The "brush" in his hand was spreading, and a folding fan was unfolded. The blue sword light was swallowed and spit, and it was unstable, swept towards Ye Chen's throat.

Wan Ning actually cultivated himself into the seed of Yuanli and became a monk.

Ye Chen felt a numbness and itchy throat. Although he was very confident in his physical strength, he did not want to test it with his fragile throat. This was too dangerous.

His clothes were shining, his figure flashed, leaving a afterimage on the spot, leaving Wanning's spiritual weapon folding fan empty.

"Get out of here!" Ye Chen flashed by, quickly counterattacked, appeared in front of Wan Ning, shouted loudly, grabbed Wu Finger, fell from the sky, and grabbed Wan Ning's head.

How powerful is his? If he grabs it, Wan Ning will definitely be caught and die.

Ye Chen is not a good person who is easy to mess with. He made up his mind to kill Wanfang. No one can shake his decision. Those who block me will die!

Wan Ning was shocked, but he was not slow to react. He opened his mouth and squirted out a golden light: "Golden Light Xuan Talisman!"

This golden light is not a magic weapon or a Taoist technique. It is just a mouthful of pure energy condensed. It can be hidden in the chest and sprayed out to the enemy at critical moments. It is a small technique that many low-level Xuanqing Sect disciples can do.

At this moment, Wan Ning encountered a life-and-death crisis. He did not dare to slack off and directly used his ultimate move.

"Little trick!" Ye Chen was not moved at all, and directly stretched out his palm to slap the golden light mysterious talisman.

The golden talisman is golden, with a halo flowing throughout the body, and its primordial power is condensed by a monk's mouth with extremely pure vital energy, condensed into a talisman shape, as thin as a cicada's wing, comparable to a treasure blade of a divine weapon, cutting the air and slashing towards Ye Chen.

Ye Chen was motionless and pressed his palm down, slapped at the golden light mysterious talisman.

"throat"

A dull sound rang out, and the golden light talisman intersected with Ye Chen's palm, and a dull sound suddenly burst out, followed by a golden light surging, gradually dimming and dissipating in the air.

"How is this possible..." Wan Ning was stunned and incredible.

Ye Chen slapped another palm, slapped Wan Ning like a rolling gourd, constantly vomiting blood.

"He actually slapped the mosquito and smashed the golden light mysterious talisman with one palm!" Not far away, the stall owner and the middle-aged monk showed a terrifying look, unable to believe it.

"Go!" The seven monks who were on the horse, except Mr. Yun and Wan Fang, now only two of them have combat power.

The two of them looked at each other and shouted loudly. One of them spit out a blue fire from his mouth, which was straight like a dragon. After rushing to Ye Chen, he suddenly became agile and rolled towards him like a spiritual snake.

Another man stepped on Kuixing's seven steps, slashed his palms and fingers, then reached out and summoned a crystal red lightning from the sky, which could be as thick as a child's arms, crooked and slanted, and hit Ye Chen.

Ye Chen did not dodge or avoid, allowing the green fire to hang around. Only then did his mind move and his spiritual sense rush out, directly cutting off the connection between the green fire and the master, and turned to him to move in the opposite direction and attack the monk who emitted the green fire.

"Crystal Light Explosion of Flame Thunder?" Ye Chen's eyes lit up slightly. When he saw the lightning summoned by the second person, he reached out to grab it.

His palm seemed to have infinite magic power. After grabbing the crystal light explosion flame thunder, the lightning actually calmed down and quickly shrank, and was absorbed into the Yuanhai of Dantian by Ye Chen.

The source fire suddenly flashed in the Yuanhai, burning the crystal light explosion flame thunder directly, and the electric light immediately turned into a rolling vital energy and was absorbed by Ye Chen.

"What a lot of vital energy!" Ye Chen got these vital energy, and he refined the three vital energy seeds with all their strength, and digested them in an instant.

He immediately felt that his cultivation had improved slightly.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Ye Chen quickly stepped forward, raised his fist and kicked his legs, and directly injured the two of them and vomited blood, losing the ability to fight again.

At this time, there was a cold air behind him. Ye Chen glanced at the corner of his eyes. A fierce sword light was indefinitely swallowed and slashed out, slashing towards Ye Chen's neck.

Wanfang actually attacked!

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