Yi Qianxing was smiling, but this smile looked extremely unnatural in Wang Chen's eyes.

It was as if the person in front of him was a dummy, and that smile was just a puppet with strings pulled out of it.

"This sound..."

He suddenly remembered where he had heard this sound.

Although Yi Qianxing was extremely disguised, Wang Chen still recognized that this voice was clearly the strange black shadow in the inheritance space that wanted to swallow up the inheritance of the Qiankun Sword Sect.

"I've met the sect leader."

Wang Chen was confused for a moment and then recovered.

"Both the character and cultivation are first-class." Yi Qianxing praised with a weird smile, staring at Wang Chen with hair all over his body.

I don’t know what the sect master wants from me.

"There's nothing wrong..."

Click, before Yi Qianxing finished speaking, his head tilted again, making the sound of broken bones.

"The sect master seems to be not feeling well. Disciple, please come visit us next time!"

"Please take care of yourself."

Before he could finish speaking, Wang Chen turned into an afterimage and ran backwards.

"Want to leave?"

Yi Qianxing couldn't help but be so decisive as Wang Chen. He was stunned for a moment, then raised his hand and waved stiffly.

Wang Chen felt a ubiquitous black mist rolling towards him from all directions.

Even thinking on his knees, he knew the consequences of being caught in this black mist.

"Think I'm afraid of you?"

Gritting his teeth, Wang Chen flashed the purple light and swung the Ziji Longquan towards Yi Qianxing and slashed it with his sword.

Yi Qianxing's limbs were twisted strangely and instantly turned into darkness. Without dodge at all, his hands suddenly grew long and black mist floated towards Wang Chen.

"Saw it."

"Sure enough, you have seen everything. I was not sure just now, but you have actually integrated the inheritance. It will be the same if I eat you, hahaha."

Yi Qianxing laughed, his voice was undisguised, and it was exactly the same as the black shadow. Now that he was getting closer, he suddenly opened his mouth, breaking Yi Qianxing's face, revealing a bright red face full of fangs.

The mouth is so big that it can easily swallow a person!

In an instant, Wang Chen's powerful sword energy was crushed by a claw and scattered in the breeze.

Before his claws could reach him, a terrifying binding force had already enveloped Wang Chen's whole body.

He seemed to be stuck in a quagmire.

There was a sudden pain in his shoulders, and Wang Chen felt that his claws were cold and without a trace of warmth, and they were tightly clawing into his flesh.

The gap in realm was too big. The opponent's cultivation in front of him was unimaginable. Wang Chen gritted his teeth.

"Caught!"

"Does the inherited spirit think that it will be okay if it is absorbed by you?"

"If I eat you, I will evolve as well."

As soon as a pair of sharp claws were retracted, a powerful force came out, and Wang Chen was pulled over like a little white rabbit in a tiger's claws.

Vaguely, I heard Xiaoyao exclaim.

On the other side, there is a big scarlet mouth, grinning ferociously, waiting for the food to be delivered to the door.

"How disgusting." Wang Chen knew that he was doomed at this moment, so he cursed disdainfully. He had never thought that in the end, he would die in such a way.

Zheng!

A sword light lit up in the plains, seeming to cut through the darkness.

The figure moved sideways and passed by with the sound of wind.

A fierce sword light.

Cut off those surprisingly long claws.

Wang Chen only felt that the two claws that were tightly holding him loosened, and he was pushed to the side by the inertia.

He took a lunge and stepped firmly on the stone slab to stabilize his body. Wang Chen raised his head to see which senior was rescuing him, but his eyes suddenly widened.

The young face has a somewhat unruly smile, and a familiar smile reveals a row of surprisingly white teeth.

It turned out to be Zhou Shuwu!

Wang Chen could hardly believe his eyes.

"How is this possible?"

Zhou Shuwu is only at the Qi Condensation Stage!

An unreal feeling lingered, and no matter how much he thought, he could not figure out what was going on here.

"Elder brother." Zhou Shuwu smiled, but said nothing more.

This familiar voice, just a few days ago, complained full of resentment that he had lost the person who returned to Jianfeng.

Then he was surrounded by excitement and his eyes were full of admiration, and he even choked and depended on him at the dinner table.

How could he overlap the figure of the young man in front of him who had been humiliated by Zuo Han with the figure of the master who cut off Yi Qianxing's sharp claws with his sword.

"Big brother."

A somewhat reckless but clear female voice sounded from the darkness.

"You are indeed here. We have been looking for you for almost a day."

Wang Chen's figure was shaken again and he looked sideways.

It was Lu Rong. She was walking slowly with a smile and an angry look on her face.

Zheng Xin followed him and called with an innocent smile:

"Big brother."

Wang Chen just stared blankly, unable to say a word.

Yi Qianxing's severed hand turned into a black energy and dissipated.

Severed limbs regenerate instantly.

He calmly picked up the tea cup in front of him.

The lid of the cup rubbed the rim of the white jade cup, and he didn't even raise his head, returning to the same appearance as when he first met her.

It's like waiting for someone.

"Senior brother, I remember telling you not to touch my disciples."

Very light but undisguised footsteps came.

Wang Chen stared blankly at Lan Qingzi's figure slowly walking over.

"Senior brother! Lan Qingzi actually called senior brother Yi Qianxing?!"

In the Qiankun Sword Sect, there are only three major cultivators, and there are only two people who can be called senior brother Yi Qianxing.

One of them is Gu Qianyin.

And the other person...

Wang Chen looked at Lan Qingzi in disbelief.

He never thought of returning to the lonely old man on Jianfeng whom he met for the first time.

That old man with mediocre real power.

It turned out to be one of the three great cultivators of the Qiankun Sword Sect, Feng Qianyang.

"My good disciple, don't be afraid, your teacher is here."

Lan Qingzi looked at Wang Chen and suddenly smiled.

"Elder brother, we are here!" Zhou Shuwu and Lu Rong were also smiling, which contained an inexplicable meaning.

Bang. The sound of the tea cup falling on the table was heard.

"Feng Qianyang, are you finally willing to come to my door?" Yi Qianxing put down the tea cup and smiled strangely.

"For so many years, you have resisted the temptation to see me, practicing the Nine Transformations Golden Body Technique."

"Since you chose to create four clones, it proves that your ambition is not small. When your four clones form the perfect Tao foundation, it will be the time when you have cultivated the golden elixir. At that time, you may still be a bit of a threat to me."

"Why bother to unlock the clone's memory seal in advance and come to your door for a disciple?"

Feng Qianyang said nothing.

Yi Qianxing frowned, then sneered.
To be continued...