Emperor of Nine Suns

Stars loomed around Yao Jinghai, and it was obvious that he had successfully communicated with the star power of the Ziwei Emperor Star among the stars in the sky to bless and protect him. This was a sign that the Purple Emperor Beichen Jue had reached perfection, and he had begun to take on the appearance of an emperor. If you succeed in the future, your future will be limitless. Even creating a dynasty will be a piece of cake!

After the salute was completed, Yao Jinghai stood on the ring with a look of leisure and contentment. There was no pressure on him in today's competition.

Having dug out the Xuquan, he seemed to have no need to seriously regard Chu Chen as an opponent. Most people thought that he did not need to make any preparations for a little thing that could be killed with one slap.

But Yao Jinghai was ready to kill Chu Chen.

Yao Jinghai was standing here, but Chu Chen still didn't appear over there. This scene made everyone stunned for a moment. Many people wanted to see what Chu Chen's chances of winning against Yao Jinghai, who had recently become famous, and whether he could create a miracle. However, after waiting for two sticks of incense, there was no one in sight.

"What's going on? Where is Chu Chen?"

The elder of the competition frowned and drank softly, but could not hear the answer. It immediately caused an uproar among the disciples watching in the audience!

"Where is the little Medicine Saint? Why is it that when the competition time has started, he is nowhere to be seen?"

"Could it be that he was scared out of his wits and ran away without fighting? That's right. He is only at the fifth level of Lingshui. How can he compete with Senior Brother Yao at the Xuquan level? He is undoubtedly seeking death!"

"Hey, I see that boy is quite dignified. I didn't expect him to be such a weakling. He just ran away without even fighting!"

"This is also a wise choice. At this point, no miracle can happen no matter what. He can save a small life by running away without fighting."

Immediately, the disciples watching in the audience began to talk. The result came out, although it was unexpected, it was also reasonable. After all, after seeing Yao Jinghai's style, no one thought that Chu Chen would have any chance of winning.

The elder of the competition frowned deeply and was about to speak when suddenly, a childish voice came, which immediately shocked his figure and made his pupils shrink slightly.

"Haha, I'm sorry. I accidentally overslept and kept you all waiting for so long. I'm really embarrassed."

Looking closely, opposite Yao Jinghai, I don't know when there was an extra person, a young man with a calm face, wasn't it Chu Chen or someone else?

Where no one pays attention,

Below the ring, Tong Meng, Qingyue, Senior Sister Chixia and other people who were friends with Chu Chen suddenly clenched their hands subconsciously.

"How did he get up there? Damn it, why didn't I see it!!"

Chu Chen, who suddenly appeared like a ghost, startled everyone watching, and some disciples suddenly exclaimed in surprise.

"I didn't see it either. What's going on? Did he hide it in advance?"

"Hide it! That's because he is too fast. With my eyesight, I only saw a faint gray shadow running onto the ring. His speed is terrifying. It seems that this mysterious little Medicine Saint is not to be underestimated. look……"

An inner disciple with a high level of cultivation sighed slightly, narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at Chu Chen carefully as if seeing him for the first time.

Yao Jinghai's face showed a rare look of solemnity.

Even if the lion fights the rabbit, you must go all out!

The fifth level of spiritual water should be vulnerable, but at least Chu Chen would have to become dead, so he would feel at ease.

"Now that you're up, let's get started."

The elder of the competition nodded, returned to the throne in the void, turned around and sat down.

"Good, you didn't run away without a fight."

Yao Jinghai looked at Chu Chen coldly. Only by killing the young man in front of him would he have a real future in the Biquan Immortal Sect. This young man had turned from a waste back then into his biggest obstacle.

"I was not planning to escape from the beginning of this battle. It has been three years and it is time for us to settle the general ledger." Chu Chen said calmly, without the slightest fear in his eyes.

Yao Jinghai narrowed his eyes slightly. He practiced the Purple Emperor Star Technique, and the trace of imperial aura he cultivated has a certain ability to suppress any opponent, so that when they faced him, they had not yet taken action, in terms of momentum. It was three points weaker.

Just like facing a noble emperor, it is a kind of instinctive awe for the emperor.

However, his royal aura broke out and swept the entire arena like a storm. However, the young man at the center of the storm remained motionless, as if he could not even feel the flow of air, standing proudly on the spot.

Although no one believed that Chu Chen could compete with Yao Jinghai, his calmness at this time made everyone admire and regret him.

Light suddenly flashed between Yao Jinghai's fingers, and he took out two long green swords. He raised one of them slightly and waved his hand. The long sword turned into a green light and stabbed deeply into the side. on land.

"This is your destiny sword. We have a bet beforehand. If you win this fight, your destiny sword will be returned to you, and my destiny sword will also be given to you! If you lose..." At this point, Yao Jinghai suddenly stopped.

"Senior brother, you should seriously consider what you will do if you lose?"

Chu Chen's tit-for-tat confrontation made everyone take a breath of cold air. A fifth-level spiritual water person dared to provoke the Xuquan realm.

The sect's natal sword is not very powerful in terms of power, but betting on it means betting on one's life and the pride and glory of the warrior.

Chu Chen stood quietly on the spot, but a ray of light flashed across Yao Jinghai's eyes. With a flick of his finger, a ray of purple light rose into the sky, circled and danced, and sank into Yao Jinghai's palm as if it had its own life.

"The name of the sword is Purple Emperor Dragon Yin. It was made from ten thousand years of amethyst in the bitter cold land of the far north. It is my family's legendary sword. It is a spiritual weapon, but it was later damaged in the war and is now used by me. After re-sacrifice, it has regained some of its original sharpness. Today, I will use this sword to take your life, and it will not be considered as a disgrace to your reputation as a little Medicine Saint."

Yao Jinghai smiled slightly and flicked his finger on the purple long sword. Suddenly, a clear dragon roar rose into the sky, but he saw the purple sword light swaying slightly, as if there was a noble dragon lurking in the shadow of the sword. Dazzling.

"Spiritual weapon level divine sword!"

When the purple sword energy soared into the sky, the disciples watching the battle below the arena instantly became excited. For most people, spiritual weapon-level weapons only exist in legends. They are weapons that only leaders and deputy leaders of major sects can possess!

Even among some small sects, even the leader of a sect may not possess such a weapon. This Yao Jinghai is really shocking.