Supreme Immortal Demon

"Luo Chuan, right? Did you hear that? My brother Chen will spare your life, but you must be my horse servant!" The girl's face was full of blushes. Under the ravages of that big hand, her eyes were filled with endless charm. She panted and said, "Be my horse servant, you can get a reward of five Qingling stones every month. If you do well, well... I will also reward you with two female slaves for you to vent on weekdays. Well... it's much better than you in the sect."

As he spoke, several strong servants came out from behind him. One of them held a collar in his hand and stared at Luo Chuan.

"Dream on." Luo Chuan said.

Xin'er was startled, the charm in her eyes dissipated, a murderous intent flashed across her eyes, but her panting became more and more rapid: "Brother Chen, he scolded me! He scolded Xin'er for having a big head!"

Chen Luo's eyes turned cold and he slowly pulled his hand out.

The young masters behind him also changed their faces.

"He is a fool who doesn't know how to live or die."

"Does he think that the identity of a disciple of the Empty Mountain Realm can save him?"

"Don't even mention the Empty Mountain Realm. Even if it is the Nanyou Sect or the Tianhua Palace, they have to behave themselves when they come to Tianqijing."

"Haha, this kid has offended Brother Chen. It's hard for him to die even if he wants to."

Not far away, the supervisory monks' eyes lit up and they shouted.

"Sir, this thief has been talking nonsense since he was in the Transmission Academy. He doesn't take you seriously at all."

"We are all from the Chen family! This kid is committing crimes because he doesn't take the Chen family seriously!"

"This kid has six carts of Yin coins with him. We wanted to take them and offer them to you! You have to make the decision for us!"

"Shut up! A bunch of useless trash!" The old man among the servants shouted coldly, and his cold eyes swept over the supervisory monks. Suddenly no one dared to speak.

"Young Master is precious, let me do it."

"Go ahead, be quick." Chen Luo said lightly, without even looking at Luo Chuan, his eyes fell on the girl again.

The girl smiled brightly, leaned against Chen Luo, and shot a cold gaze at Luo Chuan, her beautiful eyes full of murderous intent.

A group of young men and women laughed and scolded, and their minds soon stopped on Luo Chuan.

The Great Xia Dynasty was full of immortal power, and people from far and near submitted to it. And they were all princes and nobles of Tianqijing, with noble status and high cultivation, and they did not take the outside immortal sects seriously. Such things have happened too many times, so many that they have long lost interest.

At noon, the sun finally passed over the tall and wide city walls and shone on the wilderness.

The long wind blew, blowing the cloth robes flying.

Luo Chuan took a deep breath, his eyes focused on the old man who was walking towards him, and the fist under his sleeves, the fist breath had condensed into a point, the fist intention was generated, and the light was hidden.

In just a blink of an eye, the old man appeared in front of him, and his big hand, wrapped in the power of heaven and earth, grabbed Luo Chuan fiercely.

Luo Chuan twisted his body, and his whole body was full of blood and qi. At this moment, the physical strength of the virtual pill stage completely exploded. In the Huangting Palace, the virtual pill was spinning rapidly, and the pill light was like a tide, pouring into Luo Chuan's fist.

Buzz!

The ten-mile long grass wilderness, the grass was rolling, like the waves of the sea, making bursts of whistles, and was blocked by the city wall like a mountain in the distance. For a time, the echo was like thunder, roaring.

The air wave condensed in Luo Chuan's fist and spread infinitely.

This punch was exactly the same as Luo Chuan's killing of the virtual pill stage demon cultivator in the Hongshan Swamp, but it was more condensed and had faintly reached the artistic conception of entering the hall.

The fists and claws hit each other, and there was another loud noise!

The air between the two was instantly shattered, and a crack appeared in the black void. The energy rushed forward, lifting the robes of the young men and ladies of Tianqijing, and the dragon horses neighed in panic.

The old man's eyes flashed with surprise, but he didn't move at all. Opposite him, Luo Chuan flew backwards and barely stood still twenty steps away.

The wilderness was silent, with only the neighing of the dragon horse.

Chen Luo stopped flirting with the girl, and all the young masters also cast their eyes on Luo Chuan, with surprise and doubt on their faces.

"Is that... the meaning of fist?" Xin'er murmured.

"Yes, it's the meaning of momentum!"

"This boy actually mastered the meaning of momentum. The rumors are true, this boy is really a genius."

"This kind of person is definitely a disaster, and he must not be left."

Gradually, the young masters of Tianqijing showed jealousy on their faces, and murderous intent rolled in their eyes.

"You stupid slave! True Dan fourth level, you can't even catch a True Dan first level." Chen Luo sneered: "I'll give you another chance. Kill this man on the spot!"

"I obey your order." The old man's face flashed with shame, staring at Luo Chuan, and slowly approached.

In front of the Transmission Daoyuan, Luo Chuan stood straight, his face slightly pale. A wound appeared on his right fist hidden in his robe sleeve, and blood flowed. In the Huangting, on the Lingtai, two virtual pills rotated rapidly, pulling the blood and qi, repairing Luo Chuan's internal organs.

In the Transmission Daoyuan, he was able to defeat the second-level Zhendan Condensation Stage by relying on the toughness of his physical body and close combat. And just now, he fought against many people and killed all four sides, relying on the Tianmen Secret Realm and the Dao of skills.

However, facing the old man, Luo Chuan did not take advantage. Even so, Luo Chuan still had no fear in his heart. On the contrary, he had a strong desire to fight.

The opponent was three levels higher than him, a master of the fourth level of Zhendan. In this situation, Luo Chuan was still able to save his life, which showed that his Dao could indeed counter the pressure of the realm!

At this time, in front of the Transmission Daoyuan, the young monks who were teleported here whispered and looked at Luo Chuan's motionless back, all with sympathy.

"I actually met a peerless genius who has mastered the essence of boxing."

"A first-level True Dan fought against a fourth-level True Dan, and he was able to escape unscathed! The strength of the local tyrant is enough to enter the top 20 of the Qingxian list. What a pity!"

"What's the use of being in the top 20! When you come to Tianqijing, unless you have a strong background, even if you are a peerless genius, you have to bow to those young masters! Alas!"

"Even so, today's battle is enough to make him famous in Tianqijing."

"I think the local tyrant is not simple, maybe there will be a turnaround." The cultivator of Yuexing Sect suddenly spoke.

"Forget about it. Do you know who the gang on the other side is? The son of the third-rank Chen family, the daughter of the third-rank Wang family, and the rest are also children of third- and fourth-rank noble families. Such a background is enough to scare people to death even in Tianqi Capital!"

Another slightly older cultivator sighed, "The forces in Tianqi Capital are intertwined. Any third-rank noble family has a terrifyingly deep foundation. The third-rank Chen family, the ancestor has the cultivation level of Guixu Realm, and the head of the family is also the fourth-rank Nascent Soul Realm, and he is exempted from kneeling when he sees the emperor. How can a local tyrant afford to provoke such a noble family?"

The body of the Yuexing Sect cultivator was shocked. He looked at the fourth-rank Zhendan old man who was approaching step by step, and then looked at Luo Chuan, and couldn't help sighing.

At this moment, a gust of cold wind rolled in from a distance.

In the cold wind, sand and stones flew, and yellow smoke rolled. In the blink of an eye, it was almost in front.

In the smoke and dust, the flag was raised high, with two lines of big characters written on it.

Eight Gates Governor's Office!

Ren!

"Stop!" A clear voice came from the smoke and dust.

Chen Luo glanced at the flag, frowned, and said coldly: "Do it!"

The old man no longer hesitated, his arm passed through the afterimage, the bronze sword in his hand turned into a stream of light, and flew towards Luo Chuan.

Luo Chuan looked up, and felt that the light between heaven and earth was all absorbed into the bronze sword at this moment. The bronze sword was like the collapsed Damie Peak, slashing down with a bang.

Taking a deep breath, Luo Chuan was about to draw out the Tianri Long Sword, and a figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

It was a big man over three feet tall, wearing a green jade mask and holding a long sword. The long sword was lifted from the bottom to the top, and the overlapping sword lights rose up, enveloping the mountain and slashing at the bronze sword in the air.

The sword light dissipated like fireworks, and the old man holding the bronze sword took two steps back, staring at the green-faced man in doubt.

"The eight strong men are here! Who dares to move!" The green-faced man stood upright and shouted coldly.

The son of the Chen family raised his eyebrows, turned his head and looked at the young monk who was the leader of the five hundred green-faced warriors, with a trace of fear in his eyes: "Ren Xian, what do you mean?"

"This man, my Ren Mansion wants him."

Ren Xian said lightly, turned over and jumped off the dragon horse, without even looking at Chen Luo, and walked straight towards Luo Chuan.

Ren Xian stopped three steps in front of Luo Chuan and looked at Luo Chuan.

At the same time, Luo Chuan was also looking at Ren Zhi.

Twenty-five or twenty-six years old, with a thin face, dull eyes, and indifferent demeanor, he is not handsome, and it is difficult to find him in the crowd at a glance. But he has a "quiet" mood all over his body. Standing there, it seems that you can't feel his presence, making people feel that he is unfathomable.

"He is Ren Xian?"

"Who is he?"

"True Dan level three, ranked twelfth on the Qingxian list, a famous master among the younger generation in Tianqijing."

"What was the ranking of that young master Chen just now?"

"It seems to be in the forties."

Ren Xian put away his scrutinizing eyes and said lightly: "Luo Chuan, the Eight Gates Governor's Office invites you."

"Eight Gates Governor?"

"The ancestor Ren Zhi."

Ren Zhi? Luo Chuan recalled the leader of the Great Xia envoys at the Tang Kingdom banquet a year and a half ago. At that time, Ren Zhi once said that if Luo Chuan arrived in Tianqijing one day, he could go to the Governor's Office to find him. Luo Chuan just took it as a polite remark and didn't take it to heart.

"It turned out to be Master Ren." Luo Chuan nodded: "How is Master Ren these days?"

"Not bad. Come with me." Ren Xian's attitude was neither salty nor indifferent, and he turned and walked away.

The young monks looked at Luo Chuan with a different look.