Immortal Cultivation Family: Start By Accepting Dao Companions

Chen Feng made a move.

With a powerful hand, he retrieved Lan Cang.

The aftermath disappeared without a trace, even the traces of the battle were erased.

Only leaving behind memories and images that couldn't be erased from everyone's hearts for a long time.

"I concede."

Adhering to the Chen family's tradition of courtesy.

Chen Chuhao clasped his fists and smiled slightly.

"Brother Chuhao's strength is truly admirable."

"Pfft!"

Lan Cang spoke, coughing up blood again, looking extremely miserable.

Feeling dispirited.

Lan Yu immediately fed him a blue pill and took him aside to rest.

"Your strength is truly powerful, and your talent is terrifying."

Lan Yu sighed.

Chen Chuhao's final strike excited Song Dong greatly.

This was the feeling he wanted.

A master of heavy swords.

Immediately, he flew down from mid-air.

Suppressing his demonic energy, he spoke politely.

"I, Song Dong, think you can fight well."

"Fight with me."

After speaking, he even beckoned with his finger.

He seemed somewhat deserving of a beating.

But his tone was incredibly gentle.

Chen Feng looked at Sheng Qing'er, and Sheng Qing'er looked at the accompanying elder.

The accompanying elder smiled awkwardly and explained.

"This child Song Dong has always been like this since he was young. It's useless to discipline him, so just let him be."

"Haha, haha."

"Quite stylish, not bad."

Chen Feng waved his hand with a smile, leaving the rest to the young people.

He was also curious about this Song Dong.

Not weak in strength.

Chen Feng could sense that the other party's Nascent Soul had undergone a mutation.

Presumably, similar to the Undying Daoist.

Belonging to a weak Primordial Spirit.

However, the other party's physique was also incredibly strong.

Even for a humanoid little monster, it was extraordinary.

Facing the sudden appearance of this strange person, Chen Chuhao was momentarily stunned.

Who is this person?

Why does he want to fight me?

His cultivation is higher than mine.

Bullying?

He raised his head and opened his mouth.

Song Dong was the first to speak:

"Fellow Daoist Chen Chuhao, we are both cultivators who use heavy swords. Let's appreciate each other."

"I can't wait to learn from you, but rest assured, I won't bully you just because my cultivation is higher."

Song Dong patted his chest and took out his heavy sword.

Placing it in front of Chen Chuhao, as if telling him that they were of the same kind.

Wanting to learn from the other's superior moves.

At this moment, a breeze blew by.

Both of them were wearing black robes, with their sleeves fluttering and black hair.

"Alright."

Chen Chuhao remained silent for a moment, meeting the other's eyes.

He could sense that the other party was very strong and confident.

He also noticed a small holy emblem on the other party's robe.

At this point, he was not completely ignorant of the cultivation world.

He also knew about the two major superpowers in the Lengwen Daozhou, the Celestial Tranquility Immortal Alliance and the Holy Gate.

More accurately, it was the core of the Celestial Tranquility Immortal Alliance.

"Brother, you..."

"Hmm?"

He thought that Chen Chuhao would refuse and was about to speak to reassure him.

Unexpectedly, Chen Chuhao readily agreed.

"It's truly rare to be fellow heavy sword practitioners, understanding each other's hearts."

He sighed, his admiration for Chen Chuhao becoming even stronger in his eyes.

Truly a strong individual he had set his sights on.

Fellow cultivators who both practiced heavy swords.

"Lord Ji, we beseech you!"

He turned around and shouted.

Suddenly, he felt the winds change and a gentle pressure descended upon him.

It swept through his entire body, suppressing the various meridians within him, compressing his spiritual energy, and imprisoning the power of his Nascent Soul.

Only the power of his physical body could not be restrained.

He could only barely suppress his cultivation at the mid-stage of the Gold Core realm.

If he couldn't hold it back any longer, it would explode.

Feeling his own strength regress, he was unable to use the power of his Nascent Soul.

For a moment, he felt a bit dazed.

After the sealing was completely lifted, he smirked with a sinister air.

The demonic energy was completely released, and the blade of the heavy sword flashed, revealing a chilling radiance.

In an instant, he transformed from a chivalrous hero into a ruthless demon, sending chills down people's spines.

"He is..."

"The Demon Swordsman!"

"The Demon Swordsman of the Holy Sect, the cultivator who killed the heir of the Golden Shark Clan with three strikes!"

A cry of astonishment came from the crowd.

It was a disciple of a sect from the sea who had interacted with the Holy Sect before.

Although some time had passed, he still recognized the renowned powerhouse from the Holy Sect.

"What? He is the Demon Swordsman!"

After someone learned of his identity, they also exclaimed in surprise.

"He actually wants to challenge a cultivator in the Gold Core realm. This is unbelievable!"

An old man sighed, looking at Chen Chuhao with some sympathy.

Indeed, this child's strength was not weak. He had previously bet on Chen Chuhao's victory and made a small profit.

But now, he had no confidence in Chen Chuhao.

Another round of betting began.

They decisively bet on the Demon Swordsman.

"May the Wild King be fortunate."

After placing his bet with spirit stones, he sighed.

Although Chen Chuhao's strength was formidable, in his heart, he was not as strong as the renowned genius Tian Jiao.

"Bet on the winner, bet on the winner!"

"The Demon Swordsman wins, one to one!"

"Chen Chuhao wins, one to three!"

A slightly sneaky fat cultivator, dressed in the attire of the Heavenly Talisman Immortal Sect, shouted.

Countless cultivators rushed over upon hearing the news.

They hesitated in front of the betting board.

Beside the fat cultivator was a healthy, wheat-colored man with a simple and honest smile.

With a simple and honest smile, he said to the surrounding cultivators, "It is said that this Demon Swordsman is..."

The two of them shouted, and most of the cultivators bet on the Demon Swordsman.

"Host, won't you lose money doing business like this?"

"With such high odds on both sides, how do you make a profit?"

An enthusiastic cultivator asked.

He was curious why these two seemed to be doing charity.

Clearly, they knew who would win.

One was a powerful expert who suppressed his cultivation to challenge a cultivator in the Gold Core realm.

The other was a Gold Core cultivator who had just experienced a fierce battle.

Anyone with discerning eyes would know which side to bet on.

The fat Taoist counted the spirit stones with a smiling face.

"We're not short of money. We're just here for fun."

"This is my hobby. I have plenty of spirit stones."

After speaking, he deliberately showed off his token as a core disciple of the Heavenly Talisman Immortal Sect.

And his hands full of high-grade storage rings.

This completely dispelled the doubts in the cultivator's heart.

And their hesitation.

Since they were the wealthy descendants of a major sect, or the core disciples of a sect like the Heavenly Talisman Immortal Sect.

Then there was nothing to worry about.

After the fat Taoist displayed his strength, it dispelled the hesitation of many people.

They were afraid that the fat Taoist wouldn't be able to afford the losses.

Now, they had no worries at all.

They bet their entire fortune without hesitation.

They were extremely excited.

They could come here to freeload and enjoy the battle of the geniuses, and they could also get spirit stones.

Where else could they find such a good thing?

Countless people were extremely satisfied, eagerly awaiting the start.

"Don't worry, as a fellow cultivator, I will hold back."

Song Dong smiled, took a step forward, and suddenly transformed.

The heavy sword in his hand was surrounded by demonic flames, terrifying beyond imagination.