Chapter 162 Youtan Shenxiang, Red Lotus Karmic Fire

Author: Yuer Xiaoxiao

Chapter 162 Youtan Shenxiang, Red Lotus Karmic Fire

As one of the four elders of the Hunyuan Sect, Dong An has been in charge of the Foreign Affairs Hall and the directory of disciples, etc. Not long ago, he received several letters from his disciple Zhuo Yunfei, so he knew Chen Ping's identity at this time.

He glanced at Chen Ping with a strange look in his eyes, "Girl Rou's new disciple has actually made some achievements at the foot of the mountain. No wonder he is so ignorant that he wants to come to our Hunyuan Sect to recruit troops, haha..."

As he spoke, he waved his sleeves, and the wide sleeves of his robe swept up to Chen Ping's chest like a black cloud.

The three pearls at the corners of his sleeves roared sharply, and with the strong wind, they hit Chen Ping's Tanzhong and left and right Jianjing points.

"Liu Yun Fei Xiu, hide quickly."

Seeing Chen Ping standing there completely defenseless, several older disciples of the Hunyuan lineage suddenly opened their mouths and shouted.

Not only was the fourth elder very good at practicing golden body and sword skills, he also often traveled around the world when he was young, and learned a lot of strange and powerful martial arts.

At this time, you can use it at will, which is the Taoist Flying Sleeve Kung Fu...

It looks light and airy, but once it is hit, it will be as powerful as a landslide and tsunami.

It would be a trivial matter for a person with a slightly inferior cultivation level to be able to fly 17 or 17 feet away from him after receiving this trick.

If you are not careful, you may break a muscle or fracture and die suddenly on the spot.

This is actually a very covert killer.

It seems inconspicuous, but in fact it is an attempt to give Chen Ping a show of strength.

"puff……"

Amidst Dong An's sneer and the exclamations of the people behind him, Long Sleeve fell heavily on Chen Ping's chest.

The three pearls puffed and turned into powder, flying in the air. They were swept away by the wind and dispersed into a cloud of smoke.

I don't know when Chen Ping's body was covered with dark golden veins, and the light flickered, looming on his skin and clothes, and circulated endlessly.

He looked down at his chest, stretched out his hand to gently dust away the remaining pearl powder, raised his head, grinned and said: "Elder Dong, do you want to tickle me?"

"call out……"

There was a sound of breathing all around.

Some people even exclaimed softly.

"The golden body is perfect, and the energy condenses into armor."

"He actually has a perfect Hunyuan golden body, clear Gang Qi, and his internal organs are as solid as gold and stone. How is it possible..."

"When Liu Yun Fei Sleeve hits it, it's as if it's not there at all. Even the Gang Jin attached to his skin can't be broken, and it doesn't hurt at all. Is this a tenth-generation disciple?"

"Although the fourth elder has advanced cultivation, the Hunyuan Golden Body has only reached the middle stage of cultivation. I don't know how far away from perfection it is. If you want to hurt him, you are still far away."

"Yes, the fourth elder was originally aloof and wanted to give Junior Brother Chen a blow, but in the end, he was embarrassed..."

This is a young disciple who has no lineage.

I don't know if he is one of the Seven Sons of Hunyuan. At this time, Chen Ping rushed to the front to block Dong An, and he felt at ease, and he was happy to mock the fourth elder with a tiger-like smile.

In fact, while they were fighting to the death with the Qixing lineage, this person actually colluded with outsiders and oppressed me, which was really infuriating. At this time, he was speaking unscrupulously and ridiculing secretly, which could be regarded as a quick success.

Dong An's attack on this side was thwarted, and the morale of the Hunyuan lineage disciples was greatly boosted. However, the Seven Stars lineage disciples who were about to take action were shocked and stopped for a moment, not knowing whether to advance or retreat.

Several late-stage Xiantian elders who were caught and beaten in pairs in the distance, causing landslides and sparks to fly, were also slightly sluggish, and their hearts were inexplicably shocked.

The young man in the bamboo hat, who was looking down at the flowers with nothing to do, raised his head in surprise and looked over, his eyes were very strange.

"you……"

Fourth Elder Dong An heard Chen Ping's sarcasm, and then saw the strange expressions on the faces of the disciples around him, his face was very upset.

Children in Nancun bully me because I am old and weak...

Is it tolerable or not?

Seeing the young man in front of him who didn't even have the tender beard at the corner of his mouth, for a moment, he ignored the various wonderful uses of the Hunyuan Golden Body recorded in the sect's classics.

I just thought about how strong he would be at such a young age, even if he practiced martial arts and swordsmanship from his mother's womb. Even though he had cultivated the Golden Body Technique to a high level, his swordsmanship and martial arts skills would definitely not be good...

Just think of this.

He shouted deeply, and the long sword in his hand flashed with cold light, turning into a crescent moon, and it was already slashed into Chen Ping's throat.

This sword is not like the Liuyun Feixiu before, which only relies on cultivation to hurt the enemy. Instead, it uses all the skills of the whole body, and the sword edge trembles, creating multiple overlapping shadows.

The power of the sword implies the power of the Hunyuan Golden Body, and it mobilizes the Taiyin energy throughout the body. With one strike of the sword, it is like a crescent moon rising from the mountain, reflecting in the hearts of everyone, making people feel chilled all over.

Seeing this sword move, Sima Rou secretly clenched her palms. Once upon a time, she had learned swordsmanship from this fourth uncle and asked for advice on the Taiyin Heart Technique.

Now that I have come up to Deshan again, I realize that my two martial arts skills are not much worse than those of the Fourth Elder. I wonder if I can show them off in front of him and gain praise.

But he didn't expect that the other party would use all his strength to kill his disciple.

How can anyone bear this?

Han Xiaoru, on the other hand, watched the fourth elder Dong An slash with his sword as if watching a good show.

Although the sword light stretched for ten feet and the sword's meaning was profound and mysterious, she was not worried at all.

After all, he didn't grow up in the mountains. Han Xiaoru was used to Chen Ping's abilities and had seen a lot of the powerful enemies he faced each time.

This sword looks very strong, much stronger than my mother's.

But where does that end?

It's not enough for my junior brother to pinch with one hand,

Bar?

Sure enough, just as the sword light struck Chen Ping's neck, and was about to cut into the melting golden light, suddenly, there was a hand on the left side of his neck.

The palm of his hand was as white as jade, with golden light patterns flowing through it. His fingers were slender and nimble, like a bird in a net, and he easily and deftly caught the edge of the sword in his hand.

Boom...

It's like the clash of gold and iron, resounding on the mountainside.

The sword light was buzzing and beating, but it couldn't get away from that palm, or in other words, it couldn't get away from the three fingers. It was beating helplessly and feebly, and couldn't get out.

Dong An's face turned red and his robes bulged. He was neither advancing nor retreating. He had changed from one hand to holding the sword with both hands. However, the sword remained motionless, as if it was stuck in mid-air. No matter how hard he tried,

I just can't take it back.

This time, all the disciples were silent.

They all stared with their mouths wide open, not knowing what to say to express their feelings.

"You hit me with a sleeve and cut me with a sword, so I'll give you a sword in return, isn't it too much?"

Chen Ping's eyes were calm and a smile appeared on his lips.

Without waiting for Dong An to answer, he just assumed that the other party had no objection.

The black dragon sword didn't even come out of its sheath, and turned into a wild dragon. With a dull and sharp roar, it hit the fourth elder Dong An like a ping pong ball.

The sword wind swept everywhere.

The strong wind howled around me, and a thick layer of smoke and dust was blown off the ground.

The air crackles like thunder...

Amidst the crackling sound, Dong An only had time to let go of the hilt of the sword with both hands, shouted wildly, and crossed his arms in front of him to form a cross.

Then, he was struck by Chen Ping's sword.

"Click..."

A series of sounds as fast as a rainstorm sounded, and everyone saw that the fourth elder Dong An's arms were torn like pieces of paper, his bones and blood splashed, and he was already flying into the air.

Under the impact of the force, the bones in his upper body exploded with popping pops. The round face of Mi Tuo had become distorted, and his body only flew halfway, and it had become soft and turned into a puddle of mud.

"Pa..."

Dong An flew more than ten feet and fell heavily to the ground, making a big pit. He only shook for a short while and then stopped moving.

There was silence all around.

Even the master game where two people are fighting against each other with a series of clever moves seems to have lost a lot of murderous intent, and the attacks have become much more cautious.

Things harm their own kind.

The fourth elder who was at the same level as them was swatted to death like a fly.

Whether it's one's own side or the enemy's, their thoughts are complicated and they don't know what to say at all.

There seems to be no point in winning or losing.

It is not them who really decide the outcome of the war.

"Look, you can't even block my sword, but you still want to imitate others and go down the mountain to help the dragon. Are you thinking too much?"

Chen Ping chuckled, sheathed his sword, put it on his shoulder, raised his eyes to look at the other two elders who were fighting against each other, and said with a smile: "Two masters, it's better to rest. Traitors are not very experienced in beating, so there is no use for them."

Let you come on stage?

If there is something I have to do, I will do my best, so I might as well leave it to my disciple to stretch my muscles and bones."

As soon as these words came out, the disciples who gathered around the audience were really less interested in taking action.
To be continued...