Broken Night

Chapter Two Hundred and Seventy-Three ─ Beginning

Haven't broken through the Xiantian Palace?

Cheng Lengbai's eyes lit up when he heard the words.

The two people beside him showed excitement on their faces.

Without breaking through the Xiantian Palace, there are only two possibilities, or there is no training talent, relying on a strong background to enter the outer gate of Yunfu and meet a group of future Tianjiao;

Or a late bloomer tattoo artist.

It's just that as we all know, the tattoo artist will have a huge leap in strength when he reaches the Hundred Marks Realm. Before this, the tattoo artist was weaker than the tattoo artist. And before the tattoo artist breaks through the Xiantian Palace, unless those few geniuses can find someone who can draw the lines before they have broken through, the tattoo artist will have no combat power at all before breaking through the Xiantian Palace!

These two possibilities, no matter which one it is, are a great thing for Cheng Lengbai!

I saw a smile on Cheng Lengbai's face: "Brother, you don't know. The journey of cultivation is like cutting through thorns. If you can experience the battle between tattooists or tattoo masters in advance, it will be of great help in future cultivation."

Jin Qianji looked strange. With his vision, if he couldn't see the plans of the three in front of him, he would be an idiot: "Forget it, I still have something to do, so I'll leave first."

The young man who had been standing beside Cheng Lengbai suddenly spread out from left to right, blocking in front of Jin Qianji. Cheng Lengbai's smile turned cold: "Brother, sometimes things can't be controlled by themselves."

"This time, if you fight, fight, if you don't fight, you still have to fight."

The tattoos on Cheng Lengbai's body were explosive, and the light in the right hand palace turned into reality, and there was an phantom flashing faintly, which was the phantom of a tree.

Seeing this, Jin Qianji shook his head and sighed.

But just as the two tattooed people beside him rushed towards Jin Qianji with grinning smiles on their faces, Cheng Lengbai's pupils shrank sharply. An unprecedented sense of crisis filled his heart, and he subconsciously said, "Be careful!"

whoosh…

The sound of breaking wind sounded.

The two figures who wanted to rush forward stopped abruptly, with the smirk still on their faces, and they fell forward subconsciously, not knowing whether they were alive or dead.

But in Jin Qianji's palm, at some point, there was an object the size of a slap. Looking closely, it was a beast-like statue that looked a little cute. The statue came on all fours, but the face was a weird ghost face, but it looked natural.

This statue, which obviously did not have any life fluctuations, turned over in Jin Qianji's palm, and the grimace was facing Cheng Lengbai, as if roaring silently.

whoosh…

The little beast statue disappeared, and the warning signs in Cheng Lengbai's heart had gone to the extreme. Just listening to him let out an unknown roar, the phantom of the big tree in the right hand palace is even more solid! His right fist slammed out, and the giant tree phantom seemed to be bombarded by an iron fist, swaying the leaves!

Being able to enter the Jagged War Gate is one of the most outstanding tattooists in this generation.

And Cheng Lengbai's strength is even more at the upper level.

He was born in a famous family, and belonged to Huihong Cheng's family in the five southern cities. In Huihong City, the most famous is the Hong family, but other families should not be underestimated. The Cheng family has been inherited for a hundred years, and his family's pattern [Tangtian] is one of them.

It is said that the first-generation patriarch of the Cheng family realized the Tao from a hundred-year-old giant tree, and at the same time he stepped into the four palaces, he created the tattoo technique [towering the sky]. Later, after a hundred years of inheritance, the line of the "towering" pattern was carved into a pattern, which became a pattern passed down from generation to generation in the Cheng family.

The pattern and pattern are perfectly matched to increase its combat power. Although Cheng Lengbai only has one palace level, but because the pattern is in the [tower], he can barely use this powerful pattern technique that can wield all the power above the three palace level!

With this one hand, Cheng Lengbai stands at the gate of the Jagged War!

One power down ten sessions!

Before punching, Cheng Lengbai was still afraid in his hands, but after punching, people and meanings were in harmony, and that fear had been forgotten, and all he could think about was to punch the punch in front of him!

Jin Qianji raised his brows as he watched the punch that came to his face.

As expected of the three colleges!

Although there is only one palace realm cultivation base, the power of this punch has reached the peak level of the power of one palace realm. If it was an ordinary one with a palace line pattern, under this punch, it would only be destroyed, or even die.

But because of this, Jin Qianji was not happy.

He gave in repeatedly, and the three of them were still aggressive, so he shot them unconscious. But he didn't kill him, but the person in front of him wanted to kill him? He didn't expect that his terrifying aura would make Cheng Lengbai in front of him in danger of death, so he made the move with all his strength.

Jin Qianji stepped back and spread his fingers.

The fingers did not move, the lines appeared first.

It seems to appear in space out of thin air, just like a real tattoo artist, void texture.

The lines are crisscrossed, and what is condensed in the air is a shield, or a huge mask.

A blue ghost face.

In his hometown, that means guardianship.

This is also a pattern created by him.

【Blue Ghost】!

boom!

The phantom of the giant tree bombarded the azure ghost face, the surrounding trees flew over, and the soil splashed everywhere!

Cheng Lengbai's eyes were about to pop out, but when he opened his mouth to say something, he only felt a sharp pain in the back of his head.

"You... lie..." He looked at Jin Qianji, and after spitting out three words, he fell to the ground.

A small beast the size of a slap bombarded the back of his head, knocking him unconscious and falling into Jin Qianji's palm again.

"Hmph." Jin Qianji snorted, but in the end he didn't kill him. After all, he is not a murderer. Although the three people in front of him have bad intentions, their sins will not die.

He looked at the person who had been standing behind him: "How is it, do you still want to shoot?"

The man was silent.

From the beginning, he was silent.

He stood on the spot, not to block Jin Qianji's path, but he disdain to shoot, disdain to do these attacks for his own reputation. But when he saw the unfathomable strength of the young man in front of him, he finally raised his head.

Jin Qianji only saw those calm eyes.

This man is unremarkable, even ordinary.

But his eyes were very quiet.

It seems to be a sea that can accommodate hundreds of rivers.

I saw him lightly tap the jade pendant on his waist, and what appeared in his hands was an ordinary long sword and a small shield. The shape of the shield is odd, not the usual large shield. This shield is only wrapped between the forearm of the left arm, about half a meter in diameter. It's hard to imagine what such a small shield can stop?

"The Jagged Gate, Li Bai. Please enlighten me."

Cheng Lengbai is so powerful that he is not the strongest in this generation of Jagged Wars. Because of Li Bai, in front of Li Bai, all the tattooists of the Jagged War Gate generation bowed their heads. Not only because of his amazing talent, but also because he is the direct disciple of Long Huaiyue, the tower owner of the Jagged War Gate today.

If there is no accident, about a hundred years later, he will be the next tower owner of the Iron-blooded Tower, the real talker of the Iron-blooded War Sect!

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