Supreme Immortal Demon

The sword light was like a chain, like a silver dragon, stirring up the flying flame sand. ↑♦, w∽ww.23︽wx.co←mIn the sky full of flame sand, the sword light and magic power exuded an extremely cold breath, which formed a sharp contrast with the scalding flame sand.

Sun Ping, a disciple of the Jibei Sect, although his cultivation was at the second stage of Nascent Soul, he had already reached the great perfection of the second stage of Nascent Soul last year, and was only one step away from the third stage of Nascent Soul. His strength far exceeded that of most second-stage Nascent Soul cultivators. And the flying sword in his hand was a high-level magic weapon under the third grade, with a combat power bonus, even if facing a third-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, he could still fight.

The disciples of the three sects looked at Zhuang Zhou's back, with a sneer and amusement.

They lived far to the north of the Chaotic Sea, but they had heard of Luo Chuan's deeds. Rumors were flying all over the place in Polang City, and there were many different opinions about Luo Chuan. Some said that Luo Chuan was worthy of his reputation, while others thought that those rumors were exaggerated. This gradually gave the genius disciples of the three sects in Beihai a general impression of Luo Chuan.

Luo Chuan, the leader of the third cannon fodder camp on the Tianbang, was indeed a brilliant person, but the legends about him were mostly about the righteous monks of Hunhai secretly fanning the flames to fight against the Demonic Sect. Deep down, the genius disciples of the three sects in Beihai did not think much of Luo Chuan. No matter how powerful Luo Chuan was, he was only in his thirties now. It was already amazing to reach the level of the sect elders. The so-called Luo Giant was just a joke.

After Zhuang Zhou and his party arrived in Polang City, the various forces were quite friendly to them. Many sect elders would praise Zhuang Zhou as a genius when they saw him.

The disciples of the three sects were very dissatisfied with Zhuang Zhou, especially when they heard the rumors about Luo Chuan's other two disciples, one was an idiot and the other was a waste.

Xiao Qianyu, the fourth-generation disciple of Jibei Sect, watched the trace of Sun Ping's sword with cold eyes, and his mouth curled up slightly. He asked his junior brother Sun Ping to take action, which was also quite meaningful. The battle between Zhuang Zhou and Sun Ping seemed fair, but in fact, with Sun Ping's current combat power, he was already stronger than most of the second-stage Nascent Soul cultivators, and he was almost invincible among the second-stage Nascent Soul cultivators.

When Sun Ping defeated the disciple of "Luo Giant", he could not only be proud of himself and give Zhuang Zhou a head start. He could also make Jibei Sect famous.

Puff!

The air exploded. Even the void showed a sign of cracking.

Sun Ping's sword had reached the limit of his ability in terms of mana, angle, or combat method. It was sharp and full of explosive power. It blocked Zhuang Zhou's retreat. It also made the disciples of Wuxin Sect and Kunlun Sect on the side feel amazed, and secretly alerted Jibei Sect.

In a blink of an eye. The flying sword of magic power shattered the air, cut a narrow gap in the void, and slashed towards Zhuang Zhou from top to bottom.

Zhuang Zhou did not fight back, nor did he even look back, and continued to pull his idiot junior brother forward.

Seeing this, the disciples of the three sects were all stunned. They did not expect Zhuang Zhou to be so weak that he could not even make the most basic reaction.

Sun Ping was also stunned. He just wanted to teach Zhuang Zhou a lesson. If he really killed Zhuang Zhou and angered that "Luo Giant", no matter how many untrue things there were in the reputation of "Luo Giant", the consequences would not be something that he, a fourth-generation disciple, could bear.

What made his scalp numb was that this sword could not be retracted after it was fully launched.

When the blade of the magic power long sword was only three feet away from the back of Zhuang Zhou's head, Zhuang Zhou's figure became illusory.

The long wind whistled, the flame sand swayed, and the air behind Zhuang Zhou began to fluctuate, like the waves of the sea tide.

The next moment, the flying sword of magic power strangely deviated from its original trajectory, as if it was stopped by an invisible giant hand, sliding down across Zhuang Zhou, and piercing into the gravel with a "snap".

The air waves dissipated and returned to calm.

"I said, I don't want to fight."

Zhuang Zhou said as he walked forward, his body movements were as gentle as the wind, but his voice was firm.

His achievements in the way of skills were far inferior to Li'er beside him, but at least he had learned a little. Although his previous body movements could not be compared with the new way of skills that Luo Chuan had learned from the ancient sea, it was easy to dodge the attack of the second-level Nascent Soul cultivator, easy and unrestrained.

Sun Ping slashed the air with a sword, and the expressions of the disciples of the three sects became complicated. They didn't know whether Zhuang Zhou was lucky or really had the ability to dodge Sun Ping's sword.

Sun Ping's eyes changed again and again, and a look of shame and anger appeared on his face. He turned his palm to pick up the flying sword and pounced on Zhuang Zhou again.

"Humph."

Another sword slashed down!

Zhuang Zhou shook slightly, and the flying sword of magic power fell on the left side of his body.

The third sword flew out, but still failed to touch Zhuang Zhou's clothes.

Ten swords in a row, each sword slashed into the air.

Zhuang Zhou pulled Li'er to walk on the volcanic sand, his white robe fluttering, and he became more and more calm.

He and Luo Chuan learned the skills, but they had never used them in the enemy. Today, he encountered the provocation of the disciples of the three sects, but it also confirmed the results of these days, and he couldn't help but feel a little happy.

Tsk, but I just learned the fur, what are you bragging about... The skills of the cheap master are indeed the best in the world, and it is more than enough to deal with a low-level Nascent Soul cultivator.

Li'er thought to himself, and while Zhuang Zhou was not paying attention, he secretly turned his head and showed a sarcastic smile to the disciples of the three sects.

The disciples of the three sects were frightened by Zhuang Zhou's body movements, and Sun Ping was even more so, and he had already retreated in his heart.

But the flash of sneer on the face of Tianhai Prince made them furious. They were all the proud children of Beihai, how could they bear to be ridiculed by a recognized idiot.

"Coward! Are you so afraid of competing with me? You have made your master lose face!" Sun Ping sneered.

"Yeah, you coward. You've been in Polang City for so long, but you don't dare to participate in the polar trials."

"Brother Zhuang, did you only learn the kung fu of running away from your master?"

"Or is your master the only one who can run away?"

"No wonder, the battle between good and evil has lasted for more than half a month, and I haven't heard from your master again. I don't know where he has hidden."

Zhuang Zhou paused, turned around and shouted, "How dare you! Have you had enough!"

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh... Four wind-breaking sounds rang out, and four more disciples of the Nascent Soul Realm flew over with swords, and surrounded Zhuang Zhou together with Sun Ping.

Their fighting spirit was not strong in Zhuang Zhou's eyes, but after all, they were all Nascent Soul Realm cultivators, the first-class immortals in the eyes of mortals. The five fighting spirits rushed over with might, and Li'er beside Zhuang Zhou seemed to be frightened. His legs trembled, his body curled up, and his face was terrified.

The disciples of the three sects laughed.

Zhuang Zhou couldn't help it anymore. For Li'er, he felt more sympathy and pity. No matter what people say about Li'er, he is his junior brother after all. Although he became a disciple later than Li'er, he has known the master longer than Li'er. When he first entered the Hunhai, the master rearranged the seats. He was the eldest brother and Li'er was his junior brother. Zhuang Zhou vaguely understood that Li'er was younger than him and his mind was not clear. The master did this to let him protect and take care of Li'er. Now that the master is gone, how can Zhuang Zhou let his junior brother be bullied?

His Taoism was passed down from Master Luo of Tiannan, and it is also the lineage of the master of the cannon fodder camp in Tianchenbuzhou today. In the eyes of the world, there is no sect or school, and it is not decent. But for Zhuang Zhou, from the moment he finally became a disciple of Luo Chuan after going through dangers, he has secretly sworn in his heart that no matter how strong the enemy is, no matter what kind of situation he is in, he, Zhuang Zhou, will do everything to maintain the dignity and honor of his master.

With a turn of footsteps, Zhuang Zhou stood in front of Li'er.

Zhuang Zhou, who had never taken action from beginning to end, at this moment, drew out the silver gun behind him without hesitation.

"You shouldn't force me."

Pah! Pah! Pah...

Five twitches came from the tip of the gun. With each twitch, the air was blasted by the tip of the gun, and even the void showed cracks, cracks appeared, and turbulent currents flowed out of the void.

The gun moves were not gorgeous, nor did they have many complex changes, but the moment Zhuang Zhou fired the gun, the five young monks who besieged him felt deep regret in their hearts.

The silver gun swept past, and two disciples were knocked to the ground, and the other three were picked up and fell backwards. Climbing up, the five second-level Nascent Soul cultivators looked at the gun shadow that filled their vision like a silver dragon swallowing and spitting, their hearts beat to their throats, cold sweats flowed, and the breath of death attacked them, almost suffocating.

"Is this okay?"

Zhuang Zhou raised his eyebrows, slowly put away the silver gun, and hung it on his back.

Fighting one against five, defeating the enemy with one move, Zhuang Zhou did not have much joy.

These five people are also at the second stage of Nascent Soul, and their cultivation is similar. For Zhuang Zhou, a disciple of Luo Chuan, defeating them is not a record to be proud of. Not to mention the opponents whose cultivation realm is much higher than his master's when he was young, even Zhou Buchen and Ning Tianxing, whom Zhuang Zhou admired in the past, also broke through and grew up in one battle after another.

Moreover, Zhuang Zhou spent most of his time practicing in the Wanjie Xiongling Tower, and the people he practiced with were all the vicious people in the cannon fodder camp. For example, Wang Hu, Li Xiaochen, and Red Beard would not show mercy to Zhuang Zhou just because he was Luo Chuan's apprentice. On the contrary, they would certainly lower their cultivation when giving instructions, but they would also put Zhuang Zhou in a desperate situation to sharpen Zhuang Zhou's state of mind.

In such an environment, Zhuang Zhou naturally would not take the cultivators of the same level seriously.

"Wait... Zhuang Zhou! You hurt my junior brother, and you want to leave now?"

Xiao Qianyu had a cold face and winked at his junior brother who was at the fourth stage of Nascent Soul beside him.

Without saying a word, the Jibei Sect disciple appeared behind Zhuang Zhou with a flicker of his feet. His palms were filled with the power of returning to the void, and his fingers flashed like thunder as he grabbed Zhuang Zhou's shoulders.

Among the five cultivators who attacked him, there were four Jibei Sect disciples. Who would have thought that Zhuang Zhou was so strong that he could defeat five enemies with one move, leaving Jibei Sect with no face.

There is a difference between the fourth stage of Nascent Soul and the second stage of Nascent Soul. With Zhuang Zhou's innate mysterious pattern body and his hard training in the cannon fodder camp, he might be able to easily deal with the fourth stage of Nascent Soul in the Tiannan Region.

But this is Tianchenbu Continent, and it is also the Hunhaibei Land where the strong men of Tianchenbu Continent are rampant. The cultivators here are much stronger than the cultivators of the same level in Tiannan Region, and the disciples who can enter the three sects of Beihai are all geniuses.

The Jibei Sect disciple spared no effort to slap out this palm, not only to save face, but also to teach this arrogant outsider a lesson. (To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature. The novels are better and updated faster!