Saint Ancestor of Void Extreme

It was an old man in a gray robe who spoke.

His beard and hair are all white, and his magic robe is clean and tidy. Compared with the martial artist, he is less sharp and sharp, but has a bit more daoist and fairy style. It can be seen that he hesitated when he asked the question.

"Master Fang, Mr. Chu is a martial artist who refines Qi and transforms into a state. How can he be a person who practices methods and cultivates truth?" Song Shuhang said with a smile.

Wang Chong hurriedly introduced in a low voice, this master Fang's real name is Fang Chengjing, and he is a cultivator in the early stage of Tongxuan. This exchange meeting was originally organized to select powerful cultivators and warriors, but it was only because of the strength of the warriors that the entire exchange meeting had few practitioners.

"That's right, Master Fang, haven't you seen that Mr. Chu is teaching us the sword posture? How many practitioners can control the sword posture?" Someone teased.

Many people let out a low laugh.

It must be known that cultivation and martial arts were originally two forces that went hand in hand in the Dayan Dynasty. However, due to the cumbersome and lengthy process of releasing the spells of the practitioners, some powerful spells still require a long time to form seals and chant spells.

Facing a martial artist of the same level, he might have his neck broken before the spell is released. As time goes by, there will be fewer and fewer people who practice Falun Gong, and more and more people who practice Qi Transformation!

And Chu Jingtian appeared as a man with strong qi, and with the state of unity of human and power, he overwhelmed all the heroes at the exchange meeting. This is a well-known fact, how could he be a cultivator?

"Mr. Chu, it's me, Meng Lang."

Fang Chengjing glared fiercely at the young man beside him, and then explained:

"My disciple previously sensed that you had a slight fluctuation in mana when you were fighting, so I asked about it. Please forgive me, Mr. Chu!"

Fang Chengjing was the oldest existence in the exchange meeting, but he was still respectful when facing Chu Jingtian. This is naturally the strength that Chu Jingtian has shown, and has won everyone's approval.

The young man who was glared at by Fang Chengjing shrank his neck and said unwillingly:

"But I did feel a wave of mana before!"

Fang Chengjing sighed secretly and shook his head slowly.

Everyone has said before that Chu Jingtian is a strong man with a small amount of true energy, and his sword power has reached the state of unity of human power. Such an existence is already rare in the Dayan Dynasty. Wouldn't it be too terrifying if the other party was still a cultivator?

Thinking of this, he taught his disciples a lesson: "You feel wrong!"

"No, he didn't feel wrong. I am indeed a practitioner!" Chu Jingtian, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said.

He didn't make any movement, the air around him suddenly 'crackled' torn apart. An invisible wave spread out around his body. The black and white pupils burst into light, which is a spectacle of condensed spiritual thoughts!

The people around were caught off guard, pushed by this wave of fluctuations, and retreated one after another. The young man behind Fang Chengjing was almost thrown out, and it was Fang Chengjing who pulled him to stop.

The venue suddenly fell silent. Whether it was warriors or cultivators present, they were all stunned on the spot as if they had been cast with petrification.

A martial artist with a small amount of qi is not scary!

A cultivator with a small degree of mastery is not scary!

But what is frightening is that a boy under the age of sixteen has reached both a small achievement of true qi and a small achievement of Tongxuan. Even the realm of his practice and self-cultivation is one point higher than the realm of refining Qi and transforming!

Even children who have just started cultivating know the truths of 'broad but not good' and 'greedy but not chewy'. Learning a lot doesn't mean you will be strong. Because no matter what you practice, you must invest a lot of time and experience. If you have to worry about both ends, maybe you will accomplish nothing.

The Dayan Dynasty did not know how many ambitious geniuses, who wanted to cultivate both martial arts and martial arts, ended up becoming mediocre. For the vast majority of people, dual cultivation of law and martial arts is simply impossible to achieve!

But just today, everyone saw that a person who cultivated both law and martial arts appeared. And the other party is still a boy under the age of sixteen!

"Monster! Monster..." Song Shuhang took three steps back violently,

His expression was dull and he couldn't believe it.

His words represented almost everyone's aspirations, and they couldn't think of other words to describe each other except the word monstrosity.

"Master Fang, do you have anything to do with me?" Chu Jingtian looked over with a smile.

"Mr. Chu is worthy of being a young genius. This old man admires him very much. I also have some problems in cultivation. I wonder if I can ask you for advice?" Fang Chengjing asked quickly.

He glanced at the arena, quite puzzled: "I don't know if I can enter the arena?"

"Okay!" Chu Jingtian nodded.

He had just achieved a small success in Tongxuan, except for using magic power when beheading Chen Beiwang, he had never used the methods of a cultivator. He originally planned to wait until the end of the night to find a master of Tongxuan to try his cultivation, but he didn't expect that Fang Chengjing would come to his door.

Seeing the two of them stepping onto the ring, everyone showed curious eyes.

If it wasn't for Chu Jingtian deliberately revealing Tongxuanqi's cultivation, I'm afraid no one would know that he is actually a cultivator. It's just that he doesn't know whether his cultivation in the Xuantong stage is as powerful as martial arts, or it's just a show.

"Please!"

Fang Chengjing bowed respectfully, pinched the seal with his right hand, only heard the sound of a dragon howling, countless flames gathered together, formed a fire dragon around him, and roared out.

The billowing heat wave radiated from the fire dragon's body, which shocked everyone in the arena to look sideways.

Chu Jingtian popped out a wind blade from his right hand, and immediately cut the fire dragon into two pieces. He laughed and said:

"Master Fang, this fire dragon of yours is strong on the outside but strong on the inside. Although it is fast, it is not powerful enough to hurt anyone!"

Experts will know if there is one as soon as they make a move!

A flash of shock flashed in Fang Chengjing's eyes, Chu Jingtian's wind blade popped out with his fingers, and he didn't finish the seal or recite the mantra, but the power was even stronger than his fire dragon technique.

"This guy is really a master of martial arts and martial arts!"

The big coaches of the White Tiger Regiment looked at each other in dismay, feeling a wave of despair welling up in their hearts for a moment.

At this time, an old man came to the venue.

This old man was about the same age as Fang Chengjing. Although he looked about 70 or 80 years old, he didn't look like a dying old man at all. On the contrary, he gave people a strong sense of coercion. Wherever he passed, the crowd diverged, as if being staggered by a pair of invisible hands.

He went straight to the position of the White Tiger Group and the others, and said:

"I'm here! Where's that Mr. Chu?"

"Master Ye, he's in the ring!" said a big coach.

The old man nodded and looked towards the ring.

I saw that Chu Jingtian and Fang Chengjing were standing still, fighting with spells constantly, the two of them were going back and forth, and they were having a great time fighting.

"Isn't Mr. Chu a martial artist with a small amount of true energy? How did he become a cultivator with a small amount of mysteries?"

The old man frowned.

He heard that Chen Beiwang and Hong Man were defeated in the venue, and the striker was a boy under sixteen years old, who overwhelmed the audience with the power of the sword combined with human power, causing countless strong men to bow down.

But when he came today, who would have thought that the other party was a cultivator!

"He is Ye Zhichen?" Chu Bao was shocked.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed that this unattractive old man in front of him was actually the head of the top ten coaches of the White Tiger Regiment, second only to the existence of the chief coach.

Seeing Ye Zhichen's eyes sweeping across the crowd, he couldn't help frowning:

"Where's Chen Beiwang? He asked me to back him up, but he ran away by himself?"

As soon as the words fell, Chu Wushuang knelt down in front of Ye Zhichen and shouted:

"Master Chen was killed by that kid!"

"What happened? What happened?"

Ye Zhichen's eyes were full of doubts.

Only then did the head coach sigh and tell the truth. When he said that Chen Beiwang was beheaded by the opponent with a sword, even Ye Zhichen couldn't help but exclaimed.

When it comes to Chu Jingtian's dual practice of martial arts and martial arts, Ye Zhichen's eyes are full of astonishment.

"When did such an evildoer with both martial arts and martial arts appear in my Great Yan Dynasty?" Ye Zhichen couldn't believe it.

"If it hadn't been for him to show his cultivation in the Tongxuan period, I'm afraid I wouldn't know about it!" A great teacher shook his head repeatedly and sighed: "Master Ye, let's go back! This kid is too strong. We were all present when he killed Chen Beiwang, if he wanted to kill us, we might not even have the chance to fight back!"

Several other big coaches nodded again and again.

At first, everyone still had the idea of ​​revenge, but after learning that the other party was a double cultivator of both law and martial arts, they completely dismissed the idea.

"Hmph! Since you became the head coach, you people have started pampering yourself and neglecting your cultivation. So what if he is a double-cultivator of martial arts and martial arts? No one has ever been able to bully our White Tiger Group, and he can still be at ease!"

Ye Zhichen snorted coldly.

He glanced at Chu Jingtian who was fighting against Fang Chengjing. His strength was at most comparable to Chen Beiwang's. If it is not careless, it will definitely not be defeated by the opponent.

As for the other great instructors, they must have been terrified by Chu Jingtian's sword!

"You guys have a good look here, and see how I will take this kid's head!"

Ye Zhichen snorted coldly, tipped his toes, and shot towards the ring like a sharp arrow.

"Master Ye..."

Seeing that Ye Zhichen was so reckless and refused to listen to advice, everyone shouted.

boom!

Before the words fell, only a loud noise resounded, and Ye Zhichen fell on the ring like a meteorite. At this moment, it was as if an earthquake had erupted, and the entire venue couldn't help trembling.

Everyone looked at the man who descended like a demon god, their faces full of horror.

The dust dissipated, and the figure in the field gradually became clear. When the face of the comer was clearly seen, everyone burst into exclamation:

"Ye Zhichen!"

This thin, withered old man was actually magnificent at the moment, unstoppable like a god and demon. He slowly raised his head, his silver hair fluttered freely, staring at Chu Jingtian with cold eyes and said:

"Mr. Chu, if you kill me, the head coach of the White Tiger Regiment, I, Ye Zhichen, will end it today!"