The Prodigal Son of the Mystical Sect

When the snapping sound was heard, the place immediately became quiet, and when Chu Tianxiao finished his words, some people's hearts were almost in their throats!

That's Chu Huang!

That's the murderous Chu Huang!

How dare this prodigal son be so... so...

The crowd simply didn't know what to say. The Seventh Prince had already stood up and stepped forward, ready to rescue at any time. However, unexpectedly, the anger on Chu Huang's face first appeared and then disappeared, despite his piercing eyes. He had extremely murderous intent, but he never raised his hands, and his expression was extremely struggling.

What Chu He had told him before leaving echoed in his mind. He knew that it was absolutely not appropriate to cause trouble at this time. Even though he was angry and unbearable, his loyalty to his master still overcame his personal emotions. He clenched his fists and remained silent for a moment without saying a word. He actually turned around and retreated!

Chu Huang had to restrain himself, but others might not think so...especially when a voice sounded again...

"Sure enough, I don't have the guts to kill my master..."

Chu Tianxiao said leisurely: "Look, if you don't have the guts to show off, just throw a crystal card and get rid of him, this person is just a bitch..."

After saying these words, many people in the venue couldn't bear it any longer and started laughing softly. Chu Huang was unsteady on his feet and almost fell down!

Thinking that he had stepped forward so aggressively just now, but then retreated in such a lonely and embarrassed manner, some geniuses who had always looked at odds with him were happy from the bottom of their hearts, and they couldn't help but feel more favorable towards Chu Tianxiao...

Chu Huang gritted his teeth, endured everyone's laughing looks, finally found a place, and sat down silently.

The little interlude was innocuous. Everything was ready for the Autumn Night Banquet. The many geniuses who came had already chosen their opponents in their hearts. Then, amid a burst of ritual music, Lu Xianyuan announced that the Autumn Night Banquet martial arts battle had officially begun.

Then they come off one after another.

According to regulations, during the fighting period, each person can fight a total of twenty times. But in fact, this is difficult to complete, because the autumn night banquet selects young talents. Being younger means that the cultivation level has not broken through Ming Yuan. Since the 'spiritual energy' stored during the real practice has not been converted into one's own 'true essence' ', Don't expect too much about staying power. Even if everyone has an intermission, there are very few characters who have played twenty games, let alone won all twenty games.

Generally speaking, as long as you win three games in a row, people in the court will cheer; if you win five games in a row, the host will give you a good opportunity; and if you win seven games in a night, you don't even need to be consecutive to become a candidate for the autumn test. The seed players' have obtained the qualifications to practice before the autumn exams in previous years... and this is actually the most intense competition among geniuses.

With the order from the Seventh Prince, the extravagant joy of the Autumn Night Banquet ended, the fighting spirit of the warriors seemed to be burning, and the atmosphere of the whole place changed.

Soon, people started to leave.

Of course, in order to prevent the fighting from becoming boring as time goes by, the Autumn Night Banquet usually puts the strong ones at the back... As it gets later, it becomes more of a free challenge mode. The check-in in the early stage is actually just to prevent a cold show and to take care of the distinguished guests. It's just a small trick - for example, Chu Tianxiao, who is reclining and drinking at the moment, is the one who is being 'taken care of'. His number is almost at the end of the queue. It is obvious that someone is helping to delay...

This is doomed. The opening of a martial arts fight is always boring and uninteresting. That is to say, some geniuses who have not reached the fifth level of practice are showing off their skills here. They are either grassroots, not from a high background, or the sect is too small... ...In short, these geniuses are okay where they are, but they can only be used as appetizers at the Tianjueqiu Night Banquet. Some geniuses don't even bother to look at them. They close their eyes to rest, with a cold and arrogant expression.

In fact, if you yelled 'Five Tigers Cut with Swords' and I yelled 'Jin Yan Hundred Steps Flash'... this kind of low-level martial arts competition is really not interesting.

finally……

Time passed and it was the Qin family's turn.

Qin Yong stood up on the spot, walked onto the ring with high spirits, stood with his hands behind his back, and looked arrogant. Qin Yun in the distance looked gloomy, but said nothing, as if he really just came to take a look with his family. Only Chu Tianxiao noticed the resentment and unwillingness deep in his eyes.

Seeing Qin Yong losing two in a row, he felt even more arrogant and laughed loudly. However, when he saw his next opponent clearly, his laughter stopped abruptly...

"Ling Senran, a direct descendant of the Shenli Sect, is born with divine power. He fought against Qin Yong two years ago and was defeated. His divine power specifically restrained Qin Yong's feminine martial arts. Now one of them is at the seventh level of refining the truth, and the other is at the sixth level of refining the truth. Heavy, the gap between one layer and another is like a sky, and on the other hand, we still have to fight, now..."

The message from the Seventh Prince reached Chu Tianxiao's ears. It was obvious that he had done well in his homework. Chu Tianxiao smiled slightly when he heard this, but he didn't know what he was laughing at...

"Ling Senran! Don't think that I lost to you back then, and I will lose again tonight! Now I am the acting head of the Qin family, how could I..." Qin Yong said loudly, but it was obvious that he had lost his courage, he was too Knowing how strong the bear-like man opposite him is, now that he has crossed the sixth level of refining and entered the seventh level, he is afraid that he will not even be able to catch his punch...

"Acting head of the Qin family? You? If that woman Qin Jiaojiao was still here, I might still be afraid of your Qin family tonight, but now?" Ling Senran laughed loudly, "Now there are only a bunch of local chickens left in your Qin family. Wagou, you still want to fight me?”

"Damn it! That's too much!" As soon as Qin Yong said this, he couldn't bear it. He roared and rushed forward. However, his strength was far from that of his opponent. Although the attack was fierce, in the eyes of masters, he could not stand it at all. There is no structure. Ling Senran smiled contemptuously, his flashes staggered, and Qin Yong's punch landed in the air. He pinched himself again and attacked. Although he was flexible, he couldn't catch up with Ling Senran's pace...

This is simply the cat teasing the mouse.

"Damn it! Whoever has the guts to fight me head-on!" Qin Yong was angry and fired several moves in succession, but none of them reached the seventh level of Lianzhen. There was no threat at all in Ling Senran's eyes, so he either hid or blocked them. , understated, with ease, as if he felt that the fun was almost over. Hearing this, he smiled coldly: "This is what you said."

"What!?" Before Qin Yong could react, he felt a pain in his chest, and a huge force of ten thousand pounds rushed straight into his chest. With a bang, Qin Yong flew backwards, and there were crackling fractures all over his body. , I don’t know how many were broken. Not long after, he fell to the ground miserably, vomiting blood.

"Trash." Ling Senran snorted, raised his head and said, "Is this the acting head of your Qin family?"

The faces of the Qin family suddenly became dull and they did not dare to look directly at the eyes of the others in the room. Only Qin Yun smiled coldly, as if he had expected it.

Even Chu Tianxiao was speechless about this - I knew you were cannon fodder, but I didn't expect that you were still the cannon fodder among cannon fodders. So the Shenli Sect was just a cannon fodder sect, a thing for the real emperor to beat up. But you can't even stand a single move, it's just...

"Fortunately, I never expected the little villains that Mr. Right met in the early stage to be able to do much..." Chu Tianxiao thought in his heart, but Ling Senran was in high spirits. He defeated the Qin family generation with one move. The head of the family, and the Qin family obviously has no good cards to play at this time... Tonight is a good time to defeat a family of gods!

This is something that not many people can do!

That powerful power is really a good thing. If it weren't for it, I wouldn't be able to cross the threshold of the sixth level of refining the truth. I wouldn't be able to fight so happily tonight!

After thinking about this, Ling Senran laughed loudly: "The Qin family's trash! Do you still have anyone? Come down together!"

This on-the-spot challenge was one of the rules of the Autumn Night Banquet, and no one could deny it, but to the ears of the Qin family, it was extremely harsh...

"Damn it!"

"Who does he think he is?"

"Let me go up and teach him a lesson!"

Several people were filled with righteous indignation, and then one of them jumped onto the ring, coming with endless anger... and was beaten away.

"Don't come up until you reach the seventh level of Zhenzhen Refining!" Ling Senran said coldly. The Qin family became even more furious when they heard this. One after another, the 'warriors' rushed up, and then... they were knocked away one by one, and some were even thrown away. Shen Ran didn't even touch the corner of his clothes - the gap between the seventh level of Lianzhen and the sixth level of Lianzhen was not easily overcome.

"Hahahaha!" After losing four people in a row, Ling Senran burst into laughter immediately, "Is this the only thing the Qin family can do? I'm so disappointed!"

As soon as he said these words, Chu Tianxiao immediately cast a look full of pity, and said to himself, buddy, do you know that you are so arrogant even when death is about to happen... As expected, just as Ling Senran finished speaking, a figure wearing a light body The ground fell on the ring, it was Qin Yun!

"I will be your opponent."

Qin Yun said coldly.

"The classic scene..." Chu Tianxiao ate the fruit and whispered to Mu Liuling, "Thousands of horses were in silence, all teammates were defeated, but someone appeared like a savior and turned the tide! The so-called arrogant and powerful enemy is nothing but a certain person. A general in one hand is vulnerable to a blow! This kind of thing... I really want to do it to your young master."

Mu Liuling was a little surprised when he heard this: "Ling Senran has advanced to the seventh level of Zhenren, how can Qin Yun defeat him with one move?"

"We'll know this later. The first priority is to do something first. I'm obviously not used to this guy being so pretentious in front of me..."

At this time, a group of Qin family members in the audience began to scold each other. In fact, they were just saying things like, 'Everyone has failed and you are just a loser who is accompanying you, why will you die?'...

Qin Yong even shouted loudly: "Qin Yun, why don't you come down here, you loser! Don't you think it's embarrassing enough?"

Ling Senran burst out laughing, Qin Yun sneered at the corner of his mouth, and was about to say a few shocking opening remarks when he heard a long and leisurely voice...

"Wait a minute."