Volume 2 Whose Era Chapter 96 Lan Qingzi? Feng Qianyang!
Yi Qianxing was smiling, but in Wang Chen's eyes, this smile seemed extremely unnatural.
It was as if the person in front of me was a fake person, and that smile was just a puppet being pulled by strings.
“This sound…”
He suddenly remembered where he had heard this sound before.
Although Yi Qianxing was extremely disguised, Wang Chen still recognized that the voice was clearly the strange black shadow in the inheritance space that wanted to devour the Qiankun Sword Sect's inheritance.
"Meet the Sect Master."
Wang Chen was confused for a moment, then recovered.
"Your character and cultivation are both first-rate." Yi Qianxing praised with a weird smile, staring at Wang Chen so hard that his whole body felt creepy.
I don’t know what the sect leader wants to see me about.
"Nothing much..."
Click! Before Yi Qianxing could finish his words, his head tilted again, making a sound of broken bones.
"The master seems to be not feeling well. I will visit you next time!"
"Please take care of yourself."
Before he could finish his words, Wang Chen had already turned into a shadow and ran backwards.
"Want to leave?"
Yi Qianxing was surprised by Wang Chen's decisiveness. He was stunned for a moment, then raised his hand and waved it stiffly.
Wang Chen only felt a ball of omnipresent black fog rolling towards him from all directions.
Even if he used his knees to think, he knew the consequences of being caught in the black fog.
"You think I'm afraid of you?"
With a grit of his teeth, a purple light flashed, and Wang Chen swung the Ziji Longquan sword to slash at Yi Qianxing.
Yi Qianxing's limbs twisted strangely and turned pitch black in an instant. Without dodging at all, his two hands suddenly grew longer, and black mist floated towards Wang Chen.
“Yes.”
"You really saw everything. I was not sure just now that you actually integrated the inheritance. It would be the same if I ate you. Hahahaha."
Yi Qianxing laughed loudly. His voice was no longer concealed, and it was exactly the same as that of the black shadow. Now that he was close, he suddenly opened his mouth, tearing Yi Qianxing's face apart, revealing a bright red bloody mouth full of fangs that could easily swallow a person!
In an instant, Wang Chen's powerful sword energy was crushed by a claw and turned into a breeze and dispersed.
Before the claws arrived, a terrifying binding force had already enveloped Wang Chen's entire body.
He seemed to be stuck in a quagmire.
Wang Chen felt a sudden pain in his shoulders, and he felt the claws were icy cold without a trace of warmth, digging into his flesh tightly.
The gap in realm is too big. The cultivation level of the opponent in front of him is simply unimaginable. Wang Chen gritted his teeth.
“Got it!”
"Does the inherited spirit think that it will be alright once it is absorbed by you?"
"Even if I eat you, I will evolve."
A pair of sharp claws were retracted, and a tremendous force came, and Wang Chen was pulled over like a little white rabbit in the tiger's claws.
I vaguely heard Xiaoyao's scream.
On the other side, there was a big scarlet mouth, grinning, waiting for food to be delivered to its door.
"How disgusting." Wang Chen knew that he was doomed at this moment, and cursed with disdain. He never thought that in the end, he would die in such a way.
clang!
A flash of sword light appeared on the flat ground, as if it had cut through the darkness.
A figure moved sideways with the sound of wind.
A fierce sword light.
Cut off the pair of unusually long claws.
Wang Chen only felt the two claws that were tightly holding him loosen, and he was pushed to the side by inertia.
With a bow step and stepping hard on the stone slab to steady his body, Wang Chen looked up to see which senior came to the rescue, but his eyes suddenly widened.
The young face had a bit of arrogance and a familiar smile that revealed a row of surprisingly white teeth.
It turned out to be Zhou Shuwu!
Wang Chen could hardly believe his eyes.
"How is this possible?"
Zhou Shuwu’s cultivation level is only at the Qi Condensation Stage!
A feeling of unreality lingered in his mind, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't figure out what was going on here.
"Big Brother." Zhou Shuwu smiled but said nothing more.
This familiar voice was just a few days ago, full of resentment, blaming himself for losing someone back to Jianfeng.
Then they excitedly surrounded him with eyes full of admiration, and even choked with sobs at the dinner table.
How could he overlap the figure of the young man in front of him who had been humiliated by Zuo Han with the figure of the senior master who cut off Yi Qianxing's claws with a sword?
"Big Brother."
A somewhat reckless yet clear female voice sounded from the darkness.
"You are here indeed. We have been looking for you for almost a day."
Wang Chen's body shook again and he turned his head to look.
It was Lu Rong. She walked towards me slowly with a smile and a look of reproach on her face.
Zheng Xin followed behind him and called out with an innocent smile:
"Big Brother."
Wang Chen just stared at it blankly, unable to say a word.
Yi Qianxing's severed hand turned into a black gas and dissipated.
Broken limbs regenerate instantly.
He picked up the teacup in front of him as if nothing had happened.
The cup lid rubbed the white jade cup rim, and he didn't even raise his head, returning to the same appearance as when they first met.
As if waiting for someone.
"Brother, I remember telling you not to touch my disciples."
Very light but undisguised footsteps were heard.
Wang Chen stared blankly at Lan Qingzi's figure slowly walking towards him.
"Senior Brother! Lan Qingzi actually called Yi Qianxing Senior Brother?!"
In the Qiankun Sword Sect, there are only three great cultivators, and only two of them can call Yi Qianxing Senior Brother.
One of them is Gu Qianyin.
And the other person...
Wang Chen looked at Lan Qingzi in disbelief.
He never thought about the lonely old man he met for the first time on Huijian Peak.
The old man with mediocre true power.
It turned out to be Feng Qianyang, one of the three great cultivators of Qiankun Sword Sect.
"My dear disciple, don't be afraid. Your master is here."
Lan Qingzi looked at Wang Chen and suddenly smiled.
"Big Brother, we are here!" Zhou Shuwu and Lu Rong were also smiling, with an inexplicable meaning.
Pah. The sound of a teacup falling on the table was heard.
"Feng Qianyang, are you finally willing to come to my door?" Yi Qianxing put down the teacup and smiled strangely.
"For so many years, you have been so reluctant to see me that you have to practice the Nine Transformations Golden Body Technique."
"Since you have chosen to create four clones, it proves that you have great ambitions. When your four clones have forged a perfect foundation, that will be when you have cultivated to the golden elixir. Then you may be able to pose some threat to me."
"Why would I need to unlock the memory seal of my clone in advance and come to you for a disciple?"
Feng Qianyang didn't say anything.
Yi Qianxing frowned, then sneered.
"You should know that although I can't go out for the time being, you can't leave now that you're here, so let's die here together."
Yi Qianxing stood up suddenly, his body suddenly swelled up, and with the crackling sound of bones breaking and the black smoke filling the air, he was slowly revealing his true form.
"Are you scared?"
Feng Qianyang suddenly looked at Wang Chen and smiled.
Slightly stunned.
It's cold here, but he feels warm in his heart.
When did I finally have someone I could rely on? It was a really good feeling.
"Master, have you ever seen me get scared? I'm actually very strong."
The laughter brought Feng Qianyang, Lu Rong, Zhou Shuwu, and Zheng Xin together, as if they were back to the first time Wang Chen came to Huijian Peak and everyone was having a reunion dinner together.
At this moment, he also sincerely called Feng Qianyang his master for the first time.
The laughter gradually died down.
Feng Qianyang looked at Wang Chen deeply, nodded slowly and said: "You have been afraid of nothing since you were a child."
He suddenly reached out and patted Wang Chen on the shoulder.
A strange force instantly enveloped Wang Chen, and at the same time, also enveloped the storage ring that Feng Qianyang handed over.
"Master, what are you doing?" Wang Chen was puzzled.
Feng Qianyang looked at him with loving eyes.
"I know you're strong."
"Much better than when I was your master." His voice seemed to fluctuate.
But now is not your time.
Gazing deeply and reluctantly at his most proud disciple, Feng Qianyang finally let go. A gentle force carried Wang Chen slowly into the air, and he was unable to struggle at all.
"Stay!" Yi Qianxing screamed ferociously, his voice was hollow, and countless black sharp claws suddenly stretched out from his body and grabbed Wang Chen.
Each claw shone with a metallic luster, had the aura of tearing everything apart, and was shiny black.
He doesn't care whether Wang Chen leaves or not, what he cares about is Wang Chen's inheritance!
"Shut up!"
boom!
This was the first time Wang Chen saw Feng Qianyang draw his sword.
To be exact, he didn't even notice Feng Qianyang's movements.
There was a flash of green light, and then a dull explosion sounded.
It was extremely concentrated, enough to drain the air. The sword energy that pierced through the space instantly knocked Yi Qianxing's body, which was dozens of feet tall, flying away.
"Goodbye, my dear disciple." After Feng Qianyang said , he turned around and no longer looked at Wang Chen.
Only he himself knew that he had not called Jiang Yu a good disciple since he was ten years old, because the adjective "good" could not be used to describe a man.
"Senior Brother, goodbye." Lu Rong waved to Wang Chen with a smile, her ponytail swaying slightly, and her body slowly faded.
"Big Brother, goodbye." Then it was Zhou Shuwu's turn. His smile showed an arrogance that was not afraid of anything. His gradually fading body turned around to face the dark and extremely evil existence.
"Goodbye, senior brother." For the first time, Zheng Xin was not shy. He smiled on his little face and spoke the first complete sentence to him clearly.
In a short period of time, the smiling faces of the three people dimmed and turned into rich blood energy that flowed into Feng Qianyang's body.
boom!
Feng Qianyang's body suddenly became burly and tall.
At this moment, he burst out with a peerless aura that Wang Chen had never seen before!
As if it was a thousand-year destiny.
It must be concluded today.
However, Feng Qianyang chose to face an opponent who could kill a Jindan Zhenxian at such an immature time because of him...
Wang Chen was stunned. When he returned to Jianfeng Peak, familiar faces passed by.
He vaguely knew that this was the last time he saw Feng Qianyang.
Then he struggled frantically, trying to pierce through that strange energy.
"I have a peerless inheritance!"
"I still have a trump card!"
"I can kill him, let me out!"
"master!"
He screamed hysterically and wildly,
With those red eyes, they could only see the scenery in front of them getting farther and farther away and darker and darker.
The last thing that remained in his vision was the tall figure of Feng Qianyang, standing alone facing the peerless demon that was rising like a mountain and whose anger was surging like a tide.
The dark space swallowed Wang Chen.
There was only darkness in his eyes.
