Luo Xu has an extraordinary friendship with Ning Xuandao, the leader of the Liangyi Sect. As long as Qi Feiyu is the saint of the Demon Sect and has not been exposed, Luo Xu may really rescue Qi Feiyu.

Compared with Luo Xu two hundred years ago, Luo Xu is now incomparable in terms of cultivation and status.

If Zhang Ruochen guessed correctly, Luo Xu really went to Liangyi Sect to save people, which means that he still had deep feelings for Lin Suxian.

So, how painful has Senior Luo Xu been in the past two hundred years?

Zhang Ruochen sighed softly, and for some reason, he actually saw some of his own shadow on Luo Xu.

Two people who are clearly in love cannot be together.

The enemy who blocks Luo Xu's body is the leader of the Demon Sect.

The enemy standing in front of Zhang Ruochen was the even more terrifying Queen Chi Yao.

Zhang Ruochen secretly swore in his heart that he could not become the second Luo Xu no matter what. He must work hard to practice and make himself stronger.

As long as you defeat Chi Yao, you can dispel all darkness and usher in light.

"boom!"

A loud bang came from the direction of the gate, awakening Zhang Ruochen, who was thinking.

What happened?

"Bang!"

The gate of the central grotto was cracked by a man with eight hands and feet, and turned into more than ten pieces of gravel and fell to the ground.

As the loud noise burst out, a strong wave of air made a "whimper" sound, and came from outside.

Ao Xinyan rolled up her sleeves and produced a holy energy, which drove the waves of air backwards.

"Who dares to go to Wankong Cliff to make trouble?" A successor from the Xisheng clan stood up and scolded.

In the cave, all the geniuses in the Eastern Region showed cold expressions, obviously feeling quite dissatisfied with the sudden attack.

Who is so bold that he dares to come here to make trouble?

"Da da!"

In the direction of the gate, four figures lined up side by side and walked in from outside.

Although the four people were all human-shaped, they emitted a very powerful beast aura, and their physical body shape was also very different from that of normal people.

The monks present could naturally see that they were not humans, but barbarian beasts that turned into human form.

Zhang Ruochen looked at the four of them, stared at the man with eight hands and eight feet, and recognized him. He was one of the Thousand-Leaded Thunderbolt, one of the thirty-six palace-protecting beast generals of the Demon Sect.

Centipede eight.

It can be seen from this that the other three should also be palace-protecting beast generals.

"Demon Son, Ouyang Huan." A scream sounded in the crowd.

Sure enough, Ouyang Huan walked out from behind the four palace-protecting beast generals, wearing a green robe, which looked very elegant and had a very gentle look.

However, the aura that radiated from his body calmed everyone present. He was just standing there, but it seemed as if he had transformed into the center of the entire world.

"How could it be him?"

"Why did the people from the Central Region come to Wankong Cliff if they are not in Beilong City?"

...

Ouyang Huan's name is well-known. In front of him, any talented man will be dim and gloomy.

Everyone retreated one after another, retreating to the depths of the grottoes, leaving a vast space.

The four palace-protecting beasts all showed sarcastic expressions.

Wubada laughed and said, "Son of God heard that all the top experts of the younger generation of the Eastern Region gathered here, so he came here to be famous. Is the Eastern Region famous enough to participate in this swordsmanship?"

Hearing this, all the geniuses in the Eastern Region showed anger and dissatisfaction.

"What a big tone, do you really think you are invincible in the world?"

"A person wants to weigh the entire Eastern Region cultivation world, and don't weigh his own weight first?"

Before each swordsmanship meeting, monks from the five major domains must first compete with each other.

Take this opportunity to test out which top masters are among the monks in various regions, and make preparations in advance, so as not to capsize in the gutter during the sword competition.

Ouyang Huan walked to a table, sat down, glanced at everyone, and then closed his eyes.

A pterosaur as big as a palm came out of his sleeve, looked around for a few glances, then stretched out his claws, picked up a wine glass on the table, and started drinking it rumbled.

"Ouyang Huan, you are too arrogant. Do you think that you can suppress the entire Eastern Region's cultivation world just by yourself?"

The Zifeng Xing Envoy from Yipintang of the Black Market snorted coldly, lifted the dragon-headed spear, and walked towards Ouyang Huan with uneven steps.

Even within the black market, the evil geniuses in different fields are fighting openly and secretly, and no one is convinced.

What's more, the demon son of the Demon Cult dared to come alone to weigh the entire Eastern Region cultivation world. It would be difficult for any Eastern Region monk to accept such humiliation.

Ouyang Huan still closed his eyes, without even raising his eyelids, and asked lightly: "Who are you?"

"Yi Pintang, the Black Market of the East Region, the Purple Wind Star Envoy." The Purple Wind Star Envoy said coldly.

Ouyang Huan said: "If so, the young master of the Yipin Hall of the East Region Black Market is still alive, and he may be able to fight with me after he practices for another ten years. As for you, it is still too far away and he is only worthy of fighting with Long San."

Blue veins appeared on the face of Zi Fengxing's envoy, and his heart was full of anger.

In the Eastern Region, under the semi-saint, who dares to look down on him so much?

"Wow!"

Zi Fengxing held the gun bar in his hand, and suddenly, an extremely powerful purple cold air burst out and covered the entire cave. In an instant, the sound of a dragon roar came from the inside of the dragon-headed spear.

A purple dragon phantom that was more than ten feet long appeared, wrapping the spear around the center.

In the cave, everyone's face changed and immediately released the qi to resist the surging purple cold air. Any monk who was moving one step slower would be wrapped in a layer of frost and fainted.

"What a powerful cultivation level. It is said that the cultivation level of the Zifeng Star Envoy is extremely close to that of the semi-saint."

"Although the Purple Wind Star Envoy is not a holy body, it is not much weaker than the holy body. Even if you reach the semi-saint realm, you will probably be able to cross the realm to challenge your opponent."

"Why can you become an ordinary person in the Star Envoy of Yipintang, the Black Market in the East Region?"

...

"Wow!"

Zi Fengxing shook his arm, and the dragon-head spear quickly turned, forming a huge vortex, piercing Ouyang Huan's eyebrows.

From beginning to end, Ouyang Huan remained calm and sat in place.

Seeing that the spear was about to pierce Ouyang Huan's head, a figure flashed beside Ouyang Huan. The man stretched out his hand and directly grabbed the spear stably that Zi Fengxing made.

How fast is the level of the Purple Wind Star? How powerful is the power that explodes?

He was caught like this?

"How is that possible?"
Chapter completed!