"Senior brother, you're back."

At the intersection of the Gen District, Ye Huan rubbed his hands and wandered anxiously. When he saw Jiang Chen coming back, he ran over from afar, looking anxious. He didn't expect that he would actually lure his energy into his body in the past few days.

"What happened?"

After Jiang Chen entered the Heishan Sect, he was immersed in cultivation and killing monsters most of the time. He was taciturn and his temperament changed a lot. A simple sentence made Ye Huan feel awe.

"Senior Brother Ye, when you were away, Ma Dajiang came here once with the boss he recognized, saying that he wanted to deal with you. The Zhao man came back two days ago. In the late stage of Qi Refining Level, Senior Brother, let's not fight for a moment."

Ye Huan said anxiously, for fear that Jiang Chen would come up and fight with the other party, so he had been waiting at the intersection these two days.

"It's too late."

Jiang Chen looked at the distance and said lightly, with his brows raised. He liked quiet practice, but he was not afraid of trouble.

Not far away, a group of people were walking over arrogantly.

"You are Jiang Chen?"

The leader was carrying a sword emitting spiritual fluctuations. It was obvious that it was a medium-grade magic weapon, which was much better than the Bailian Sword distributed by the introductory disciples. Although the Bailian Sword, which was specially forged by the sect, could also be filled with spiritual power, it could only be regarded as the most trashy low-grade magic weapon.

"Ma Dajiang, you're doing a good job."

Instead of looking at the senior brother named Zhao, Jiang Chen looked at Ma Dajiang, who was arrogant and straightened his back and was ready to swear at any time. A trace of fierce light appeared in his eyes, just like looking at the first-level monsters that were killed. Ma Dajiang was so scared that he swallowed all the words he said and retracted them to the side.

"Jiang Chen, haven't you heard Senior Brother Zhao Cheng talking to you?"

"I have no grudges with Senior Brother Zhao in the past, but since I have come to the door, Senior Brother Zhao will just say it."

Jiang Chen didn't know if it was Ma Dajiang's instigation or for some reason. He always felt that the senior brother Zhao's eyes were not just about helping the follower vent his anger.

"Sure enough, those who can get along with people like Huang Lin are not timid people. Bullying Ma Dajiang is not a big deal. Do you dare to go to the competition area with me?"

"You are too bullying. You are in the late stage of Qi Refining Level 2. Senior Brother Jiang has only been in the first two months. This is unfair." Ye Huan said loudly, his face turned red.

Jiang Chen looked at this Senior Brother Zhao. Without using his spiritual sense to see, he could confirm that he was in the late stage of Qi Refining Level 2, and his whole body was fluctuating and released. Although he was still a little short of reaching the middle stage of the second level, with the help of the Thunder Sound Divine Needle and the Soul Spirit, it can be said that he was invincible at the same level as the second level of Qi Refining Level. How could he be afraid of him?

Zhao Cheng was also looking at Jiang Chen. He could enter the second level of Qi Refining in two months. If he had not been a disciple of the art, he would be considered a genius. Although he and Huang Lin had entered the second level of Qi Refining in about three months, he would have to break through to the third level of Qi Refining in more than a year.

"I don't bully him either. If he loses, kneel down and kowtow to admit his mistake, break one hand and one leg. If I lose, this thing belongs to him.

If you don’t compare, don’t blame Zhao for bullying the small one.”

Senior Brother Zhao believed that he had a variety of methods and his cultivation was much higher than Jiang Chen who had just started two months ago. With a proud look, he took out a small sword with a flowing halo from the storage bag, which was a medium-grade magic weapon flying sword.

If Bailian Sword and Qingfeng Sword are the most trashy low-grade magic weapons, this medium-grade magic weapon, Flying Sword, is the best weapon that cultivators below the third level of Qi Refining can use.

"Okay, I'll compare with you, but the bet is to be recorded with the deacon disciples to show justice."

Jiang Chen thought to himself that he had just wanted to cheat him out some spirit stones, but he didn't expect that this person would take out a medium-grade magic weapon to bet. It may not be anything to disciples like Huang Lin and Zhao Cheng who have been in the sect for more than a year and have been making rapid progress in their practice, but it is very big for Jiang Chen, who has been empty-handed.

Moreover, as people say, even if you don’t go to the martial arts competition area, according to the rules of the Heishan Sect, you can only fight in the martial arts competition area. As long as you don’t die, there will be no trouble. If you are really a weak person, the other party can catch yourself and throw it into the martial arts competition area and beat it half dead.

"Shuiyang Sword, this is the reward that Senior Brother Zhao received for completing his master's mission, a medium-grade flying sword..."

"I heard that it is worth more than twenty spirit stones. Some people offer the offer, but Senior Brother Zhao doesn't sell it."

"Haha, Senior Brother Zhao is from a famous family, so how can he look at spiritual stones? In the early stages of the second level of Qi Refining and the late stages of the second level, garbage magic weapons are against medium-grade magic weapons. This guy doesn't want to survive."

When he heard Jiang Chen agree to the competition, the following followers could not help but start to talk and mocked this guy who was fascinated by the treasure.

The competition area of ​​low-level disciples was separated by a forbidden light cover. Only low-level disciples below the third level of Qi Refining can enter. In the morning competition, some onlookers did not see enough. Seeing another large number of people coming, they immediately surrounded them.

Only Ye Huan followed Jiang Chen, and there were seven people on Zhao Cheng's side, but except for him who was the second level of Qi Refining, there was only a short disciple in the early stage of the second level.

"Senior Brother Deacon with work."

The two recorded the bets from the deacon disciples in the competition area, and after writing them all out, they went on stage.

The onlookers had already recognized Zhao Cheng and started to whisper from the side.

"Isn't that Zhao Cheng?"

"Yes, he competed with Huang Lin three months ago, but he lost, even the talisman weapon, tsk tsk."

"I really have no prospects. I can't beat opponents of the same strength, but I'm here to bully my junior brother in the early stage of the second level."

"I happened to be there in that competition. Zhao Cheng bullied Huang Lin without a medium-grade magic weapon. He wanted to rely on the strength of the magic weapon to defeat Huang Lin, who was of equal strength. In the end, he lost and lost his precious talisman weapon."

"This junior brother is very impressed. His cultivation is two small levels away, and the flying sword is even more different. He will definitely lose this time."

Zhao Cheng's face was so angry that he was so angry that he didn't know who to ask for, so he jumped onto the competition stage first, holding his sword in his hands, closing his eyes and not talking.

Jiang Chen walked up to the stage step by step, his eyes firm, but he thought of the treasure that Huang Lin killed the second-level monster with one move. It turned out to be a talisman.

There are magic weapons above magic weapons, but the more powerful magic weapons, the higher the cultivation required. Some wealthy and powerful monks will refine some top-quality magic weapons into talismans, or refine magic weapons into talismans and give them to their disciples and descendants.

Zhao Cheng can even lose the talisman weapon, and it seems that he has some background. He has a deep relationship with Huang Lin and is actually involved in other related fellow disciples, which shows that this person is a cruel person.

"This sword is a medium-grade magic weapon, the sword. If you admit defeat, you will naturally be able to avoid being disabled."

Zhao Cheng closed his eyes and said, looking like he was bound to win.

“It’s so much nonsense.”

Jiang Chen had already used his spiritual sense to beware of this person's sneak attack.

"court death!"

Zhao Cheng suddenly opened his eyes, and his body turned into afterimages. A fiery spike flashed in the afterimage, like an angry dragon snake rushing to Jiang Chen, and his move was a killer move.

At this moment, the guy in front of him who looked ordinary but had a strong sense of fighting in his expression seemed to have become the more hateful Huang Lin. Since he was close to this guy, he would defeat him in the most heartwarming way, seriously hurt him, and humiliate him.
Chapter completed!