"Luo Zhen!?"

Mu Qinglei turned his head suddenly and looked at Luo Zhen next to him.

"Luo Zhen!?" Mu Hongyan and others were shocked and also looked at Luo Zhen.

"Why does Monk Qijie value this kid so much?" Liu Batian also looked shocked in the rest area of ​​Zhanlong City.

In the stands around,

Tens of thousands of viewers stared at Luo Zhen with shock in their eyes.

"Who is this person from Moyun Mountain?" someone asked in confusion.

Because Luo Zhen was sitting in the rest area of ​​Moyun Mountain, everyone naturally regarded Luo Zhen as a person from Moyun Mountain. However, no one knew Luo Zhen.

"I don't know, but those who can be treated like this by Monk Qijie should not be ordinary strong people."

"But isn't the strongest man in Moyun Mountain Mu Feng? Mu Feng is already dead. The aura emitted by this person is only the second level of the emperor level. How strong can he be?" Someone looked at Luo Zhen and said strangely.

"Who knows this, who knows what Qijie thinks?"

Amidst the slogans, Luo Zhen slowly stood up.

Mu Qinglei hurriedly said, "My friend Luo, don't be impulsive!"

Luo Zhen was a little confused and turned his head to look at Mu Qinglei.

Mu Qinglei said, "Monkey Qijie is too powerful. He slashed Liu Xuan's spiritual weapon with one knife. His strength is really unimaginable. Don't be excited by his words."

"Yes, Luo Zhen, that monk is so terrifying. I'm afraid even you are not his opponent." Even Mu Qiutong, who had always been very confident in Luo Zhen, said worriedly at this time.

Luo Zhen smiled slightly.

"Don't worry, I know I won't joke about my life." Luo Zhen threw a sentence, then flashed his body, and the next moment he came to the center of the field.

Confronting Qijie far away.

"This guy actually went!" Mu Qinglei widened his eyes.

Mu Hongyan, Mu Qiutong and others were full of concern, while the audience around them were in an uproar.

The combat power shown by Monk Qijie just now is really terrifying. As long as a normal person has a normal mind, he will never be able to fight.

But,

Luo Zhen just went!

"Could this guy have a brain disease?" In the stands, an audience member muttered to himself.

"I guess it's right!"

Center of the field,

Luo Zhen stood with his hands behind his back, looking up and down at Monk Qijie.

Opposite, Qijie was also looking at him.

After a while, Luo Zhen slowly spoke, "I felt the breath of danger from you."

"The same is true for me," Qijie smiled, "I tell me intuition that I am not your opponent. However, I am still willing to give it a try!"

"At least, I need to know why you are so powerful?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the blood knife in Qijie's hand surged sharply.

At the same time, the powerful aura of Qijie also completely burst out, which was at the fifth level of the emperor level.

Although this level is not very high, just like Mu Feng who died before, no one dares to underestimate Qijie's combat power.

Realm does not fully represent combat effectiveness!

"I am a monk from the Great Buddha Temple, with a Dharma name of Qijie. The long sword in my hand is a top-grade spiritual weapon, called the Blood Sullen Knife." Qijie introduced himself, and then slowly said, "How dare you ask the donor what he calls him?"

"My name is Luo Zhen, and I am a disciple of the inner sect of Huadao Sect in Qingzhou," Luo Zhen said lightly, "As for the natal sword weapon, haha, Luo has three."

After the words came, three long black swords emitting nine-colored spiritual light shot out from his body and circled up and down around Luo Zhen.

As soon as the long sword appeared, a strong sense of murderous aura became added to the entire arena.

Because Luo Zhen’s long sword was successfully refined, an extremely rare sword spirit was automatically born. In addition, due to the material, Luo Zhen’s three Hunyuan Xinggang swords were also top-quality spiritual weapons.

After seeing three long black swords, Qi Jie was shocked and his eyes almost popped out.

"Hunyuan Xinggang Sword!" Qijie was shocked.

Luo Zhen was stunned immediately.

"Can you actually recognize my knife?" Luo Zhen was very surprised.

Qijie smiled bitterly on his face.

"I understand, I said why do you give me such a great feeling? It turns out that you have the Hunyuan Xinggang Sword, and there are three more," Qijie said with a wry smile, "Three Xinggang Swords can already set up a knife formation."

Luo Zhen was surprised again.

"Why do you know about Xing Gang Dao??" Luo Zhen said in a deep voice.

Qijie hesitated for a moment, and then secretly transmitted a message, "Hunyuan Xinggang Sword is very famous, even in the spiritual world, it has an amazing reputation."

"If a sword formation is formed, it will be invincible."

Luo Zhen stared at Qijie directly.

Then, Luo Zhen also sent a message, "Since you know so much secret news, is this saying that you came from the spiritual world?"

"Hehe." Qi Jie smiled, not admitting, but not denying it.

In Luo Zhen's eyes, this is a default.

"I lost." Qijie took back the Blood Prison Sword and breathed a sigh of relief.

He did not transmit a message this time, so everyone in the arena heard this.

Then, the entire arena was silent like death.

After seven or eight seconds, the arena suddenly boiled.

"Seven Jie actually gave up? He is the Seven Jie who killed the spirit-exploding weapon with one sword!" Someone said in disbelief.

"Damn, this is true or false!"

"Why did Qijie admit defeat? It was obvious that neither of them fought!"

"Seven Jie and Luo Zhen were silent for a while. The two of them might have communicated with each other, but no one knows what they said in detail." The experienced strong man guessed.

The entire arena was in a turmoil and everyone was talking.

In the field,

Qijie ignored the reactions of everyone around him, put his knife into the sheath, and then returned to the rest area of ​​the Great Buddha Temple.

"Qianjie, you..." The thin old monk who was leading the Great Buddha Temple wanted to speak but stopped.

"I'm not his opponent." Qi Jie said a word, then closed his eyes.

"Oh!" The skinny old monk sighed.

Moyun Mountain Rest Area.

Mu Qinglei's mouth was open, his eyes were filled with deep astonishment.

He wanted to break his head but didn't expect it to be like this!

The Seven Rings, who were so powerful that they were defeated, took the initiative to admit defeat!

Qijie broke up with the Dragon Slaying City, and now Qijie takes the initiative to admit defeat. Doesn’t this mean that Moyun Mountain has the last laugh?

When Mu Qinglei thought of this, he became excited and trembled all over.

Among the three major forces in Cangzhou, Moyun Mountain has always been the bottom of the world, and now it is finally proud!

Slaying Dragon City lounge area.

"Hateful, Qijie actually gave up on his own initiative!" Liu Xuan gritted his teeth, "Now Luo Zhen is obviously only at the second level of the emperor level, and his strength is weak. How could Qijie give up on his defeat?!"

"I just heard Qijie and Luo Zhen's conversation, and it seemed that Luo Zhen's sword was called Hunyuan Xinggang Sword, which looked quite powerful." Liu Batian said slowly.

"Father, I don't accept it. I want to teach this kid a lesson!" Liu Xuan gritted his teeth, "This kid not only has an average level, but also bullied his third brother before. I want to deal with him!"

Liu Batian shook his head.

"The situation is unclear. Let's first find out the details of Luo Zhen before talking about it, so as not to capsize again!" Liu Batian said in a deep voice.

Liu Xuan was choking for a moment, and although he was still dissatisfied, he could only grit his teeth.

In the field.

No one stood up in the Great Buddha Temple, nor did it in the Dragon City.
Chapter completed!