"Ah? Ancient tribe!"

Everyone's pupils shrank slightly, and they quickly retreated, not daring to stand in front of the teleportation array. They were just ordinary casual cultivators or cultivators from small sects. When they saw people from the twelve ancient clans, they didn't even have time to walk around, so how could they dare to come over?

Ye Cheng frowned and stood there with his hands behind his back, without any intention of getting out of the way.

Everyone moved out of the way and retreated into the crowd. Only Ye Cheng stood there with his hands behind his back, which was very eye-catching.

The early stage monk of the Golden Pill stage was anxious and said angrily: "Young man, don't let go. The big man who teleported here later may get furious when he sees you blocking the way. Are you afraid of your life?"

Although the Jindan was very angry, Ye Cheng could hear that he had no malice. Instead, he was a little worried that Ye Cheng's tone was inside, and Ye Cheng ignored it.

As soon as the early stage of the Golden Pill monk finished speaking, dozens of figures walked out of the teleportation array at the same time. One of them was in a purple robe and a jade crown, showing an astonishing momentum, which made everyone lower their heads and dared not look at him directly.

The man in purple robe was a late-stage Nascent Soul power. He raised his head high and glanced around. Suddenly, he found that a young man was standing there not far away, and couldn't help but frown.

"It's over!"

The early stage monks of the Jindan who were managing the teleportation array complained endlessly when they saw this.

"Young man, no one reminds you, is it time to give way?" The man in purple robe said with a sarcastic smile.

He is a clan uncle of the Zhao clan and has great prestige among the clan. This time, Zhao Yihuan died, and the ancient sage of the Zhao clan spoke. Before coming out of seclusion next time, he would see the murderer's body. No one from the Zhao clan dared to disobey.

According to the news, Zhao Yihuan died in the Wang family of Tiantongxing. After the leader of the Zhao clan learned the news, he immediately sent this person to the Wang family.

Just as I left the teleportation array, I encountered a young man who was not open to the road. The man in the purple robe would not be in a good mood.

"It's you that you should give way. I want to use the teleportation array." Ye Cheng said lightly.

Who do he need to give way to for the Emperor of Heaven?

"What?" The man in purple robe was stunned.

Not only him, but also the monks watching around, including the early stage Jindan monks guarding the teleportation array, were originally all bowed and did not dare to look at the man in purple robe and others. However, after Ye Cheng said this, everyone suddenly raised their heads, dumbfounded, looking at Ye Cheng in disbelief, as if he had seen a ghost.

"Oh my god, is he crazy? He actually talked to the Zhao Yuanying Power like this..."

Everyone was lost in a moment.

"hehe!"

The man in purple robe sneered, without any unnecessary nonsense, and took action.

He poked out a big hand, and the energy was lingering on it, like a mountain, which could split the sky and make the surrounding void collapse.

The monks around him fell down like waves. They were less than twenty feet away from the man in purple robe. They could not bear the pressure of the late Nascent Soul stage. Just when everyone thought that Ye Cheng would be slapped into flesh paste, Ye Cheng took action.

Ye Cheng raised his hand gently, underestimated it, and responded with one punch.

"Click!"

A sound of bone cracking came, and the man in purple robe screamed. His big hand was directly twisted and deformed. If he hadn't felt the danger and pulled back the hand in time, he might have been smashed by Ye Cheng's punch.

"hiss!"

"How is this possible!"

Seeing this scene, everyone took a breath, and there was a chill behind them, and there was a terror.

"This young man... is really a late-stage Jindan cultivation level? He actually smashed the palm of the late-stage powerful Nascent Soul with one punch... What is his origin?" A cultivator in the early-stage Nascent Soul grew up and said in disbelief.

Although Ye Cheng's cultivation level is only in the late stage of the Golden Pill, the Heavenly Emperor's Dao Body has long entered the realm of the Nascent Soul. Under the holy-level physical body, no matter who comes, it is not enough to see.

If a saint does not use magical powers, magic power, holy soldiers, and only rely on his physical body, Ye Cheng can use his late-stage Golden Pill to defeat the ancient saint!

The palm of the man in purple robe recovered in an instant, and he said in surprise: "Who are you?"

"Chinese people, Ye Cheng."

Ye Cheng spoke lightly, his face calm.

"What, it's you!"

The man in purple robe widened his eyes in horror, and the monks watching around him were all burst into trouble and started to talk fiercely, as if he was holding an extremely lively event.

"My God, I think now that Zhao Yihuan's death seems to be a good person! This is probably the person who killed him in the late stage of the Chinese Jindan. With one punch, how could Zhao Yihuan stop him?"

"It is said that Chinese monks are almost invincible in the same realm. At that time, the Great Yi Tianzun of the Chinese clan had surpassed the Mahayana monks of the Golden Crow royal family with their peak Heavenly Venerable cultivation!"

"But the late stage of the Jindan can smash the fist of the late stage of the Nascent Soul monk with one punch? Isn't that realistic?"

"Why is it unrealistic? Didn't you see it with your own eyes?"

Everyone was talking, and many people looked at the man in the purple robe of the Zhao clan, as if they were wondering whether he was a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.

"The performance of this Chinese young man reminded me of someone!" A monk said incredibly solemnly.

Everyone was stunned and asked curiously: "Who?"

"Ziwei main star, the five elements spirit body of the Ling family, the first among the younger generation of Ziwei Star Domain, Ling Xiao!"

Hearing this person's name, Ye Cheng raised his eyebrows slightly. Before he became the Emperor of Heaven, he swept through all kinds of geniuses. The first enemy he encountered was the Five Elements Spirit Body of the Ziwei Star Domain, Ling Xiao!

Even Ye Cheng had a very high opinion of Ling Xiao. If Ling Xiao had not been defeated by him, he would at least become a Mahayana monk.

Ye Cheng and Ling Xiao in their previous life fought in the depths of the starry sky for three months before they killed Ling Xiao.

As for the immortal who turned into a fairy, Ye Cheng felt that Ling Xiao did not have such talent.

Zeus on Earth also had a five-element spirit body, but at that time the cultivation order on Earth was locked. Even Zeus could not break through the shackles on his body, stuck at the peak of Earth Immortality, and was finally killed by Ye Cheng.

If Zeus is in the Ziwei Star Domain, it is not necessarily worse than Ling Xiao.

"What? It's impossible. You look down on this Chinese person too much. The Ling family's five elements spirit body is only 125 years old this year. Last year, the Ling family announced that the five elements spirit body has entered the realm of the Nascent Soul! There are rumors that the Ling family's five elements spirit body can cross the natural barrier in the late stage of the Golden Pill. It is a pity that the middle-level Nascent Soul cultivator has successfully formed a baby, so he can challenge the semi-saint!" A middle-aged man who knew some secrets shook his head gently.

Ordinary monks who condense Nascent Soul at the age of 300 are considered to be gifted. The five elements spirit body condensed Nascent Soul at the age of 125 have broken the record of the Ziwei Star Domain. For monks, they can be called young people before they are three hundred years old.

As soon as he opened his words, he was like poking a hornet's nest. Everyone gathered over and no longer paid attention to Ye Cheng and the man in purple robe in the field.

"What you are saying is true? You can challenge the semi-saint in the early stage of the Nascent Soul. My God, if the Five Elements Spirit Body becomes a saint, how terrifying will it be? I am afraid that the other eleven of the twelve ancient tribes will have to bow to the Ling family!"

"Otherwise, what do you think? The Ling family is now fully cultivating this Five Elements Spirit Body. At all costs, the spirit stones spent every day are calculated based on astronomical numbers. Even the ancient saint of the Ling family personally became the Taoist protector of the Five Elements Spirit Body. And I heard that this son had the intention to win the Heavenly Lord!"

"Hiss! It's extremely difficult to become a saint. For thousands of years, only twelve ancient saints have appeared in the Ziwei Star Realm. His goal has directly crossed the realm of the saint, and his intention is to the Heavenly Lord?" Someone took a breath and felt his scalp numb.

"Hmph, don't forget that the five elements spirits are born close to the power of gold, wood, water, fire, and earth. The cultivation speed is several times or even ten times that of ordinary monks. It is a foregone conclusion that this person becomes a saint!"

Everyone was talking for no reason, and their excited old faces were flushed and they were panting, as if they were the Five Elements Spirits themselves, completely ignoring the feelings of the Zhao clan man in purple robe.

The man in the purple robe had a swelling veins on his forehead and said angrily: "Are you saying enough?"

The roar was like thunder, rumbling, trembling the people who were discussing the most intensely, with blood surging in their mouths and noses, and their bodies trembling violently.

One of the middle-level Jindan monks had the intention of ridiculing the man in his purple robe in his words just now. His body was blown open, and his bones and flesh flew everywhere, turning into blood mist all over the sky.

The other monks with great Bagua heart also closed their mouths, their faces were pale, their heads lowered, and they did not dare to talk about a word, for fear of angering this late-stage Nascent Soul again.

There was silence above the entire teleportation square.

The man in the Zhao clan's purple robe had flames in his eyes, glared at Ye Cheng, and shouted: "Chinese boy, the Holy Ancestor of our clan said that next time he comes out of seclusion, he will see your body, so bend down and wait for death!"

After saying this, the man in the purple robe was filled with murderous aura, and a terrifying power swept across it, like a stormy wave. The monks around him kept retreating and almost escaped from the square.

Ye Cheng stood there with his hands on his back, frowned slightly, and said calmly: "Get out of the way, I will let you have a way out."

"What?"

"This is too crazy... The late-stage monk in the Jindan stage said that a way to live for the late-stage monk in the Nascent Soul stage?"

Everyone was stunned and dumbfounded, as if they were dreaming, they felt unreal. They tried to dig their ears hard, thinking that they had heard it wrong.

At the same time, Wang Qifeng and Wang Youruo and his daughter received news that Ye Cheng was blocked in front of the teleportation square by the late Nascent Soul monks of the Zhao clan. The two immediately left the Wang family and rushed towards the teleportation square, and happened to see this scene.

"Dad, what did he just say? I want to release a late-stage Nascent Soul monk to have a way out of life?"

The pupils in Wang Youruo's beautiful eyes shrank slightly. She was a vague and eccentric fairy. She was known as one of the most beautiful people in the Ziwei Star Field. At this moment, Wang Youruo had a small mouth like a cherry, which could be stuffed with a goose egg.

Wang Qifeng was also stunned. If Ye Cheng had a semi-saint cultivation level, he was not surprised that he said such words, but in the late stage of the Jindan, he actually spoke wildly, saying that he would release a late stage of the Nascent Soul cultivator to have a way out of life?

Suddenly, Wang Qifeng said in surprise: "Youruo, haven't you told me that this person smashed Zhao Yihuan's Yuanying Spirit Treasure with his body?"

"Yes... his body is so strong..." Wang Youruo nodded dullly.

"Hiss! That's right. If you rely solely on your physical body, this guy wouldn't really be able to kill the late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator!" Wang Qifeng suddenly took a sip.

"What? How is this possible..." Wang Youruo was completely shocked.

at the same time.

"Haha, let me have a way out?"

The man in purple robe laughed wildly. He shook his head while laughing. Finally, he burst into tears. His face suddenly sank, and he shouted: "Chinese boy, don't you think you can kill me if I don't pay attention, break my palm, right?"

"You are too noisy, so let's kill me." Ye Cheng spoke lightly.

"court death!"

The man in purple robe was furious and sacrificed his Nascent Soul Spirit Treasure. This was a red-gold battle axe, with a sharp cold light emitting all over his body, which was extremely dazzling. At the same time, this axe was sacrificed, its power was extremely terrifying, as if even the sun, moon and stars could be cut off by this axe.

"cut!"

The man in purple robe held a red gold battle axe and slashed towards Ye Cheng.

Ye Cheng's face was calm, he stomped his feet gently and said, "Slay the Infant Sword, Kill!"

"Swoosh!"

A green light rushed out of Ye Cheng's body, cutting through the void, surpassing the limit of time, and being incredibly fast.

"puff!"

A bloody light suddenly appeared, and a bloody head flew up, neatly and neatly. Ye Cheng killed the late-stage powerful Yuanying with a sword.
Chapter completed!