[Cultivation] Asking for a sword

The area where the black prison is located is a plain without mountains. The cities here are large and small, all with tall walls. Outside the cities is wasteland.

There were not many people walking in the wasteland, and most of them covered their faces and walked in a hurry. The black prison was indeed not safe enough. In just two days, Gu Cheng encountered no less than dozens of murders and robberies, but most of them were not against them.

There are very few monks who are engaged in these things in the black prison, and most of them are at the level of the alchemy stage. They all smell bloody, but they are also very knowledgeable. I have seen Chu Han make a few shots, and I know After they were not easy to mess with, the journey was extremely peaceful.

But this is only limited to the two of them. Unless the rest of the passers-by are powerful, it is by no means an easy task to walk the wasteland.

Gu Cheng raised his head and looked at the tall city in front. The dark black bricks and stones piled up a wall more than two feet high. The walls were densely engraved with runes, and a very small golden light flashed from time to time.

At the entrance of the city wall, there are two tall guards standing on both sides, followed by a row of silver-armored guards, charging the entry fees from the monks who came over one by one.

These cities are actually similar, and there is not much difference.

Gu Cheng looked back at Chu Han.

"Challenge, arena, can we only choose one of the two?"

Chu Han looked at him expressionlessly.

"Okay, okay, as long as you're happy." Gu Cheng shrugged, and then took out a giant drum from his storage bag.

The loud war drum sounded instantly, and everyone around the city looked over.

Soon, a guard in golden armor came over with a team.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?"

Gu Cheng threw away the drumstick, clapped his hands, and said with a smile, "It's just a ring."

Without waiting for the other party to ask questions, Chu Han threw out his long sword, and the blade of the sword drew a deep and huge circle around the surrounding ground. After a while, this piece of land rose from the ground, a full foot above the ground.

"The art of transporting in the Nascent Soul Stage!"

The leading soldier's pupils shrank, and he asked Gu Cheng politely, "What's the matter with you two?"

Gu Cheng cleared his throat, and said slowly: "My uncle is determined to hold a sword fight here. All monks, as long as they can block his sword, they can get ten high-level spirit stones."

"what?"

Not only these soldiers, but even the pedestrians passing by were stunned for a while.

You can get more than 20 spirit stones by blocking a sword. There is such a good thing.

But they also saw Chu Han's method just now, and with the cultivation base of the Nascent Soul Stage, this sword is a bit troublesome.

The guard glanced at the city not far away, and couldn't help but said, "It's too much for you to set up this kind of arena at the gate of our city!"

Gu Cheng shook his head solemnly: "How come, think about it, after our ring is set up, we will definitely attract many monks, and where they will live at that time, they will definitely live in the inn of your Huangzhongju. A large amount of income, such a good thing, you still want to refuse?"

"This..." the guard in golden armor hesitated, "I'll go back and report first."

Gu Cheng shrugged, and then wrote the detailed instructions clearly on a stone.

Seeing more and more people flocking to watch the fun, he felt extraordinarily calm. No matter what, it was much better than going to the door directly to call for battle.

"Hey, hey, are you telling the truth?"

"of course."

Soon, a monk covered in black armor jumped up, holding two huge knives that were extremely sharp.

"Then I will test the water!"

Gu Cheng glanced at him: "Friendly suggestion, don't come before the Nascent Soul Stage, otherwise, life or death will be irrelevant."

"Don't be a jerk, I have been in the alchemy for so many years, and I escaped from the hands of Daoist Yuan Ying more than once. It's just a sword, you just prepare the high-level spirit stone."

Gu Cheng sneered, too lazy to say anything else.

The black-armored monk grasped the pair of knives with all his attention, looked at Chu Han without blinking, and was extremely cautious.

Chu Han looked at him with some disappointment, he didn't touch the snow on his waist, and a ray of sword energy popped out from his fingertips.

It took almost no effort, even though the monk tried his best, he couldn't stop it, and finally fell off the stage in embarrassment.

"next."

Everyone in the field looked at each other in blank dismay. They also knew the strength of the person who went up just now. Among all the people present, he could definitely rank among the top ten, but he couldn't even force the opponent's sword out. The gap in strength was indeed too great.

For a while, no one dared to go up again. Although the spirit stone was good, they didn't even want to do things that would humiliate themselves.

But soon, two teams of golden armored guards came to the audience surrounded by a man.

The man jumped onto the ring and cupped his hands at Chu Han: "I live in Huangyue among the emperors."

Chu Han said lightly: "Let's do it."

Huang Yue smiled wryly and said, "I didn't come to fight. Your Excellency is not taking our Huangzhongju seriously."

Chu Han hummed.

Huang Yue waited for a long time but did not see him speak, so he couldn't help asking: "I hope you will give me face."

He also saw the battle just now, and he didn't underestimate the movement of that finger, so his attitude was quite polite, and he would not provoke such an enemy for Huangzhongju if it was not necessary.

Chu Han said: "Take my sword, and I will consider your proposal."

Huang Yue pulled out his sword helplessly, and cupped his hands: "Please."

Gu Cheng rubbed his chin, he was a little surprised, he didn't expect the people from Huangzhongju to have a good temper. Among the several major forces in the black prison, this is quite an old brand, especially compared with Yeshatai, he is quite low-key.

Chu Han finally pulled out his snow shoes.

"You are qualified, let me ask the first sword."

"No life!"

Huang Yue sank his mind, and the sword quickly danced densely with sword light, protecting his whole body.

But how could it be so easy to dodge that life-and-death slaying with the sword, and the thousands of bloody evils? It seems that there is no arena in front of you, but a battlefield full of blood and flesh. Is it an illusion, or is it real?

Between the blades, eyes are bright red.

Huang Yue looked at the sword he was knocked into the air, heaved a long sigh, and left without saying a word.

A louder commotion suddenly broke out in the crowd.

"how is this possible?"

"Even the sword-wielding elder of Huangzhongju couldn't block that sword."

"Who is this person? Why have you never seen him before?"

"It seems that it has never appeared on the gold list. Could it be the newly promoted Daoist Nascent Soul?"

"No, it's impossible. How could the newly promoted Nascent Soul cultivator be so strong! I think it's an old monster who has lived in seclusion for many years!"

Naturally, Chu Han didn't pay attention to the discussions in the audience. He took back his snow shoes and looked up at the waning sun in the sky, leaving his body full of loneliness.

He turned around suddenly, and saw Gu Cheng looking straight at him without blinking.

"I will always be behind you, waiting for you to turn around."

Chu Han touched Lu Xue's sword hilt, and all his thousands of thoughts were reduced to one word.

"it is good."

On the second day, although a few people came up to challenge occasionally, Chu Han easily solved it without even pulling out his snow shoes. As a result, fewer and fewer people dared to take the stage.

Until the people from Huangzhongju came again.

The people who came this time didn't say a word of nonsense, but they surprised everyone.

Because the one who came out this time was none other than the lord of the Emperor's House, Huang Wenxian.

This is the real big shot, a veteran cultivator who is firmly in the top ten of the gold list. He has never been defeated in the late Yuanying period for decades. He did not expect that this old ancestor would be alarmed so quickly.

Huang Wenxian didn't want to make a move at first, but in his position, to fight an unknown Nascent Soul cultivator, he could only surrender his status, but after listening to Huang Yue's description of the battle, he couldn't sit still Yes, on the one hand, because he himself is an impatient person, and on the other hand, he has to consider the impact of this incident. If someone sets up a ring in front of his house for ten days and a half months, the reputation of Huang Zhongju will be damaged. But it's over.

So the time has to be fast, and you have to win pretty. After thinking about it, he can only do it himself. After all, Huang Yue's strength is definitely in the top ten in the emperor, and the only person who can far surpass him is Own.

"I don't know whether you are looking for fame or profit, but no matter what, you shouldn't come to our Huangzhong Residence. If you want to gain fame, you might as well go to the star field qualifying competition. That's the place that suits you." A place for young people."

Chu Han shook his head: "Are you Emperor Wenxian?"

"Not bad!"

"Top ten on the gold list?"

"It's only the seventh."

"Very good!" Chu Han didn't speak anymore, he slowly brushed Luxue's sword, "I only make two swords, if you can catch them, I will leave immediately, and I will never set foot within a hundred miles of the Imperial Palace from now on."

"Hmph, if you can accept the old man's ten tricks, you can leave on your own, and I will never pursue it."

"Lifeless!"

The same sword light, but this time the enemy he faced was different.

Huang Wenxian sneered: "Sure enough, I have achieved Dao Xin, but that alone is not enough!"

His weapon is a huge sword, named Ba Dao, the emperor is the tyrant, and the mighty power is naturally difficult for ordinary people to match.

The blade slashed horizontally, causing the sword energy to completely dissipate.

Chu Han tilted his head to dodge the blade in a calm manner, his eyes straightened with fighting spirit, he fell on the snow, and then struck the sky with his sword!

"Wuyi!"

The sword is not fast, but it is only relatively speaking. Chu Han's stabbing speed is very light, but after causing the surrounding spiritual energy to collapse, he squeezes away with a rapid and violent momentum of continuous collapse.

Huang Wenxian's expression became solemn, and the spiritual power of his whole body poured into the long saber, his aura was like thunder, which was hard to match.

"Extreme knife!"

The light of the sword finally collided fiercely.

Chu Han took a step back slowly, letting go of his momentum. Blood oozes from the corner of his lips, but there is no trace of frustration in his eyes, and Lu Xue returns to the sheath suddenly.

Huang Wenxian looked at his saber quietly and remained silent.

"What's going on? Why did both of them stop?"

"Who wins and who loses?"

"The boy on the opposite side has already vomited blood, obviously he didn't block the ancestor's knife."

"Then why don't they talk?"

Chu Han covered the blood on the corner of his lips, and said softly, "Unfortunately, you still didn't take it."

Before he finished speaking, Huang Wenxian was staggering and could only stay on the ground with a knife. He took a deep look at Chu Han and said, "Heaven and man are one, it turned out to be the one of heaven and man! The third realm of swordsmanship who is less than a hundred years old By!"

"Thirty years later, among the sword cultivators in the world, who else can compete with you?"

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