Be Passive In The High Martial World

Chapter 140 Are you not dead? !

Among the Saints Chen Kuang has ever seen, only Martial Saint is the most humiliating one. He was even "humiliated" by Chen Kuang in a battle with him.

But even Chen Kuang has no doubt about the gold content of Martial Saint.

He relied solely on a certain secret method to forcibly elevate a body that was originally only in the Awakening realm to the Second Grade Daogan realm.

This is already an extremely terrifying thing!

Although this method may not seem obvious, it is definitely a miracle that ordinary people cannot understand. It is almost as good as Donghuang using the stars and sky as a chessboard, and Wang Shu sealing the aura of a state with his fingers.

And it is also because of this reason that the physical body is extremely unstable, especially because the soul must control the physical body, so the spiritual consciousness cannot be released, and the perception is not very sharp.

This gave Chen Kuang an opportunity to fake his own death and escape.

Chen Kuang originally thought that after that battle, the owner of the fake body was probably dead.

The injuries caused by Chen Kuang that day were just innocuous skin wounds for a Dao'an-level body. At most, they looked a bit embarrassed on the outside.

Really serious injuries actually come from within the physical body.

Because he was abruptly promoted from the Ninth Grade Awakening Realm to the Second Grade Daoan Realm, that physical body would almost certainly be destroyed!

If there is no price for this, Martial Saint would be a little too defiant, and God would have to bow down to him.

It’s just that it’s not the Martial Saint who has to pay the price, but the “willing” physical owner.

But Chen Kuang didn't expect that the owner of this body didn't seem to be dead.

In a place like this, I saw the familiar green turban.

Chen Kuang looked at the green scarf with a subtle expression.

In the Cangyuan world, there is no allusion to "cuckold", so Chen Kuang didn't think much about the green turban when he saw it. He just thought it was an ordinary accessory. However, there is a rule in Yang State that male relatives who advocate prostitution must wear green turbans. .

At this moment, he was in Yang Country again, and in the backyard of the brothel.

Naturally, this green scarf cannot be a simple decoration, but has a symbolic meaning.

No matter how glamorous Chang Ji may be on the surface, he still belongs to a lowly family in the end. The young man was probably the child of Chang Ji, so naturally he also belonged to a lowly family.

Liu Qingcheng also noticed Chen Kuang's gaze, looked at the green turban, and whispered in confusion:

"Senior Bailong, what's wrong with this scarf? Is there something wrong with it?"

Chen Kuang shook his head: "I just seemed to have met an old friend."

"You wait here, I'll go to the front and take a look."

After he finished speaking, he jumped from the backyard to the second floor, walked around the corridor, and looked down from the top to see what was happening in the lobby of Jinfeng Tower.

The guests were noisily discussing the current situation. There were different opinions, including mortals and Independent Cultivators. The table was littered with cups and broken dishes. It seemed that some conflicts had just occurred.

——The spiritual energy ban means that the gap in cultivation has been smoothed out. This is indeed a good time to seek revenge, and the existing conflicts are more likely to break out.

Chen Kuang glanced at it and immediately spotted the familiar dark-skinned boy.

This young man was dressed as a handyman and was silently cleaning up the leftovers on the table with a rag and a dustpan. He lowered his head and was submissive, and was out of tune with the excitement next to him.

His face and body were covered with hideous scars, which seemed to have only healed recently and were much whiter than his skin color.

Suddenly, a practitioner next to him who was having a heated discussion about the current situation took a step back, and was hit by the boy's elbow that moved sideways while wiping the table.

"boom!"

The elbows collided with the back. The back should have been strong, but the practitioner was staggered by the collision!

The practitioner was stunned for a moment, and his heart jumped subconsciously. He thought he had encountered a physical practitioner from somewhere, and turned his head with a hint of fear.

But I saw a simple-looking handyman boy who stood there for half a second with a rag in his hand, and then immediately apologized sincerely: "I'm sorry, I didn't pay attention just now..."

The practitioner's face suddenly darkened.

Damn it, without my spiritual energy, could it be that I can't even defeat a mortal handyman?

The practitioner became angry and felt humiliated, and immediately roared angrily: "Is this how you work?! I think you did it on purpose!"

The young man lowered his head and said with an apologetic smile: "I didn't see..."

The practitioner sneered and said: "Didn't you see? Then I think you are arrogant, just a little handyman. Why, when you see the Saint sealing the spiritual energy and the immortal falling into the mortal world, you also want to step on it?"

The young man defended: "I didn't..."

It was just now that it was clear that the cultivator took a step back and bumped into him. The result was that the truth was reversed.

But he was clumsy and could only say a few words in defense.

The practitioner's words immediately attracted unkind looks from other practitioners.

For these practitioners, the most uncomfortable thing is that now their proud capital is gone and their status is shaky.

But now being offended by a mortal handyman has naturally hit them hard!

The practitioner took a step back, waved his sleeves, and swept away the leftovers on the ground.

"No? What you say is unfounded. Why don't you prove it?"

After losing the spiritual energy, the practitioner's original disdain for mortals intensified, from being invisible and reserved to being unabashed.

Such behavior is urgently needed to continue to prove that one's status is unshakable.

The young man was stunned for a moment, then he squatted down obediently and wanted to reach out and pick it up.

The practitioner suddenly raised his foot, stepped on the food, crushed it, and then moved away.

He pointed at the puddle of dirty mixture on the ground and sneered: "Eat it and I'll believe you didn't do it on purpose."

The young man lowered his head, and his movement of reaching out his hand stopped in place, as if he was frozen in place.

The practitioner said: "Why, you don't want to?"

"Then it seems that you did it on purpose."

He said coldly, and suddenly without warning, he pulled out his sword from his waist and slashed at the young man's hand.

At that moment, the young man's expression felt a little loose, a little impulsive, the veins on his hands popped out, and the muscles instantly knitted, as if they were ready to burst out at any time, but in the end he resigned and closed his eyes.

"Keng!"

Someone reached out, grabbed the long sword in an instant, and then flicked it with a finger.

The long sword split in response!

The practitioner turned pale with horror, screamed, and retreated.

But the force from the long sword had instantly shattered his entire arm, crippling all the muscles and bones!

He fell to the ground, covering his arms and rolling over.

There is no spiritual energy to heal now.

If the arm is broken... it's broken.

Those practitioners subconsciously took a step back and looked at the figure that suddenly jumped down. Some felt strange, while others felt a little familiar.

Chen Kuang threw away the half sword in his hand, stretched out his hand, and said: "Stand up, a bunch of trash with nothing but appearances, what's there to be afraid of?"

"You were not like this when you punched a mountain in front of me."

The young man opened his eyes, looked up, and saw Chen Kuang's face. His pupils suddenly tightened and his whole body was shocked.

"You...you're not dead?!"

He knew this person, how could he not know him? He was the opponent in his unforgettable nightmare that frightened him the most and also made him admire and envy him.

Facing the power of Martial Saint without falling behind, he is truly a worthy hero!

The young man also felt regretful and regretful that he was the one who "personally" killed the other party, but he did not expect that the other party was not dead!

Not only did he not die, but he also saved him...

The boy was in a daze for a moment.

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