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Chapter One Hundred and Ninety-two

Hearing what Zhao Kang said, Ye Chen couldn't help but look up at the mountain beside him.

It has to be said that this mountain is towering into the clouds, covered with gorgeous divine clouds, which is basically higher than any mountain in Zhengyang Sect. Standing here is like a symbol of Zhengyang Sect.

Moreover, when looking at the mountain, Ye Chen also felt more than one powerful aura in the mountain, and each one was not weaker than Chu Xuan'er.

Seeing this, Zhao Kang gently shook the folding fan and laughed at him, "This mountain is called Xuanling Peak, which is the exclusive cultivation peak of the Xuanling Body of my Zhengyang Sect."

Without Zhao Kang's words, Ye Chen had already guessed it.

This mountain is obviously the cultivation peak of a person with a very noble identity, and there are many strong people in the mountain guarding it secretly. All he could think of was the Xuanling body of Zhengyang Sect, which is her former lover, Ji Ningshuang.

Vaguely, Ye Chen could still see Ji Ningshuang standing on the top of the mountain through the misty clouds and mist. As a mysterious body, she was holy and flawless, and still had that cold look, as if she was compassionate to all living beings.

"Senior Brother Ye isn't going to say something?" Looking at Ye Chen, Zhao Kang's mouth curled up with a sarcastic smile, "It should be unprecedented to look at his former lover like this!"

Ye Chen was silent, but didn't say anything, but just quietly withdrew his gaze.

On the side, Zhao Kang glanced at Ye Chen, with a teasing smile on his lips, and left with a folding fan, "Let's go, Senior Brother Ye, now you are, and you still want to eat swan meat for a toad? What a joke."

Ye Chen did not refute, and was too lazy to argue with Zhao Kang because he disdained that Zhao Kang is no longer of the same level as him.

However, his patience became Zhao Kang's arrogant capital, and his sarcastic words along the way were not shy.

"Even if you can practice now, in my eyes, you are still nothing."

"Hengyue Sect, what a joke, can it be compared with my Zhengyang Sect?"

"You're still a waste after all."

After mocking all the way, Zhao Kang had already kept Ye Chen under a not-so-high mountain. Then he waved his folding fan and looked at Ye Chen with a light shaking, and said casually, "Wangyue Pavilion is on it."

Ye Chen didn't look straight and was about to walk up the mountain, but was stopped by Zhao Kang.

"Senior Brother Ye, don't leave!" Zhao Kang stretched out his folding fan and stopped Ye Chen, just like when Ye Chen was kicked out of Zhengyang Sect that day.

"You have something to do?" Ye Chen glanced at Zhao Kang.

"I heard that your Hengyue Sect has three spiritual talismans." Zhao Kang looked at Ye Chen with fun, "I don't know if Senior Brother Ye can give me one."

"One million spirit stones, three major spirit talismans are offered in numbers." Ye Chen spoke lightly.

"One million, you're so angry." Zhao Kang's face turned cold in an instant. How could he not see that Ye Chen was playing with him? He had heard of Hengyue's three spiritual talismans. The three spiritual talismans combined are worth more than 100,000 yuan.

"Can't afford it? If you can't afford it, you won't be able to negotiate." Ye Chen said, about to take a step.

"You dare to fool me on the territory of my Zhengyang Sect. Do you think I would be so cheap and let you go?" Zhao Kang took a step across and blocked Ye Chen's way, and shouted coldly, "Boy, it seems that you still haven't recognized your identity. It seems that I need you to recognize it clearly today."

As he said that, Zhao Kang's aura suddenly rose, and his cultivation level had actually advanced to the peak of the Human Yuan Realm. No wonder he was so arrogant.

Ye Chen had not moved, standing like a statue.

His ignorance made Zhao Kang's face suddenly cool. Zhao Kang immediately took action and slashed it with a slant.

Ye Chen's eyes turned cold, and he just turned sideways slightly and easily avoided Zhao Kang's palm. At the same time, he swung his palm and shouted fiercely at Zhao Kang's fair face.

Bang!

The loud applause was particularly crisp. Zhao Kang, who was arrogant and arrogant at the last moment, was swung over by Ye Chen with a palm, and his whole face was stumbled by Ye Chen.

Zhao Kang was stunned. How could he have thought that the strength of the peak of the Renyuan was actually slapped by Ye Chen's fifth-level Renyuan power.

When he was stunned, Ye Chen had already grabbed his collar with one hand and threw it out.

Bang!

Only a roar of the rock wall was heard. Zhao Kang, who was still confused, hit the hard rock wall and cracked the cracks. After landing, he had not yet gotten up, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"You..." Zhao Kang looked at Ye Chen with disbelief.

"This is the last time, and there is another next time. I don't mind destroying you." Ye Chen's words were dull from beginning to end, and he didn't even go to see Zhao Kang when he spoke.

His attitude was not the case in Zhao Kang's eyes.

What is this, this is naked ignorance.

"Ye Chen." Zhao Kang's teeth were chewed and he wanted to get up, but more than one bone in his body was broken, so he had to look at Ye Chen ferociously from the spot, like an evil ghost.

But Ye Chen had already taken a step slowly and headed towards the top of the peak.

At this moment, there were more than a dozen figures on the top of the mountain, like Nie Feng, the true disciples, sitting around and talking about their experience in cultivation.

But Yang Dingtian, Feng Wuhen and Chu Xuan'er gathered together, and their faces were not very good-looking.

"Tomorrow will be the three sect competition. I don't know how many people will be in the finals of my Hengyue Sect." Daoxuan Zhenren shook his head helplessly, his face full of helplessness.

"I know how many people can reach the finals, but one thing is certain, that is, the number one must be from his Zhengyang Sect." Chu Ling'er said while rubbing her eyebrows.

"Why don't this good thing be thrown into my Hengyue Sect?" Pang Dachuan kept complaining.

Why!

Yang Dingtian sighed, "It seems that my Hengyue Sect is destined to be suppressed by Zhengyang Sect and will never turn over."

"There are certain numbers in the dark. Winning and defeat cannot be forced." Feng Wuhen, who has always been taciturn, spoke, and said, but he did not forget to look at Nie Feng, Nangong Yue and the others not far away. "These little guys live in an era with the Xuanling Body, and are destined to be a foil for a lifetime."

Several people were talking about each other, but Chu Xuan'er, who was sitting beside her, never said a word.

She was still absent-minded. Perhaps she had been in a state of dismay since Ye Chen died, as if the winners and defeats of the Three Sects, and as if the defeat of Hengyue Sect was irrelevant to her.

Her appearance made everyone sigh in their hearts, saying that their beloved disciples died and always gave people time to adapt.

For a time, several people gradually lost their words because of Chu Xuan'er, and fell into tranquility.

Depend on!

At some point, Situ Nanlang, who was not far away, howled.

puff!

On this side, the tea that Daoxuan had just drunk into his mouth, and was so shocked that he vomited all over the big face of Pandachuan.

"What a howl, it's shocking." Daoxuan Zhenren stood up with his old face and glared at Situ Nan.

However, when he saw a figure who had just climbed up at the entrance of the mountain, he couldn't help but rub his old eyes.

Like him, Pang Dachuan was also rubbing his eyes, while Yang Dingtian and Feng Wuhen looked in one direction in a daze. However, Chu Ling'er's beautiful eyes instantly became sharp and their eyes were more surprised.

As for Chu Xuan'er, after seeing the person coming, she suddenly stood up.
Chapter completed!
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