"Sorry, I must get this golden man! If you want to refine the magic weapon, please look for something else."
Shen Mo turned around and stared at Yan Dacheng, the elder of Zhenwu Palace, with a cold expression, without any room for concession in his tone.
This person didn't do much to hide it. From the pressure of his aura and the fluctuation of his soul, his five senses could easily identify his cultivation strength. He was a peak Yuan Dan realm expert.
Moreover, the Zhenwu Palace sect, similar to the Lishan Dan Sect, has a slightly higher status than other immortal sects in the Xuntian Domain...
In other words, it is very likely that there is a Divine Bridge Realm Heavenly King in this sect!
With his powerful strength and the extraordinary sect behind him, it is no wonder that Yan Dacheng acts so domineeringly;
The monk from Qianhe Mountain who sold the golden man would rather return the spirit stone than regret the transaction. He clearly did not want to offend the elder of Zhenwu Palace!
However, while others were in awe of his strength and identity, Shen Mo was not afraid.
People at the level of Tianjun are basically over a thousand years old, and their descendants and disciples are probably in the hundreds of thousands. They are aloof and enjoy the worship of their disciples. In essence, they are closer to the gods of their clans and sects, rather than always being prepared. The wet nurse who wipes the butt of my junior!
After all, Shenqiao Tianjun is also busy practicing and seeking Taoism. How can he have so much free time to deal with "trivial" disputes?
Shen Mo even suspected that even if he beat the "Elder Yan" in front of him to death, he might not be able to alert the Heavenly Lord of Zhenwu Palace.
Unless he is so crazy that he breaks through the gate of Zhenwu Palace and wants to completely exterminate this sect... At that time, the Heavenly Lord of Zhenwu Palace who is practicing in Xantian Taoist Temple will probably kill him!
Because of this, with Chen Mo's current strength, as long as Tianjun doesn't show up, he will have no worries!
At the moment, Yan Dacheng, relying on his peak Yuan Dan cultivation and his status as an elder of the Zhenwu Palace, wants to snatch away the Jin clan from him at no cost, which is nothing more than a dream.
As Shen Mo spoke, the Qianhe Mountain monk's expression changed with fear, and he looked at Yan Dacheng anxiously.
"Oh~~~~"
Yan Dacheng's expression became serious, the true energy in his body surged, and the power of the soul swept out, forming a terrifying power that pressed against Shen Mo like a tide.
However, he did not take action immediately.
Mainly because Shen Mo's tough attitude seemed a bit abnormal in his eyes, which made him a little unsure of Shen Mo's identity and strength: "Which sect are you a disciple of? Aren't you afraid of bringing disaster to the sect behind you? "
Hearing this, a funny look appeared on Shen Mo's face.
"You don't have to bother to inquire about my background. To tell you the truth, there is no sect behind me. I am just a casual cultivator who settled in Wangxian Mountain!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Dacheng took action brazenly, completely ignoring the Tianyin Valley Fair's ban on fighting and killing...
As soon as he raised his hand and punched, the thunderous fist hit Shen Mo!
The helpless white clouds were blown away by the terrifying force. Many sellers were so anxious that they cursed and used magic to protect their goods. After protecting their own treasures, they cast their five senses on both sides of the conflict. Acting as a bystander to "see that the funeral is not a big deal"!
"How dare a mid-Yuan Dan cultivator dare to laugh at Yan? If you don't smash your face today, I, Yan Dacheng, will change my big characters to small characters!"
Along with the thunderstorm fist, there was Yan Dacheng's angry curse;
In his words, he did not mention the cause of the conflict at all, but instead blamed Shen Mo's attitude, which seemed to mean mocking him.
"Ha! You are so shameless."
Shen Mo sneered, his mind moved slightly, and the Demon-Slaying Sword hidden in his dantian emerged in his hand through the chakras around his body.
Clang!
There was a sword cry like a dragon's roar, and the bright sword light soared into the sky, facing the thunderstorm fist and taking over directly.
Senluo sword energy collided with Fist Gang, and exploded with a ball of dazzling light, making an earth-shattering sound; Fist Gang was completely smashed and disintegrated, but the brilliant sword energy remained condensed, killing like a shooting star. Xiang Yan Dacheng!
Immediately, the Zhenwu Palace elder hurriedly offered up a defensive magic weapon, which was slashed by the sword energy and instantly split into two pieces.
However, there was a defensive magic weapon that blocked the edge of the sword energy. Yan Dacheng was able to use his magic skills and once again unleashed his terrifying fist. He punched three times in succession before defeating all the remaining sword energy.
Seeing this situation, many Yuan Dan realms in Tianyin Valley exclaimed in surprise!
"Who is this casual cultivator from Wangxian Mountain? How can he be an unknown person with such terrifying swordsmanship?"
"Wonderful! This sword move is really stunning. It has the power to destroy mountains and open seas. It contains the mystery of the cycle of life and death... Even though I was more than ten miles away, I felt a faint tingling sensation in the center of my eyebrows, and my mind suddenly felt as if I have fallen and been reborn. If such a sword attack comes towards me, it only takes one sword to kill me to death!"
"Yan Dacheng, relying on his strength and background, has never taken us seriously. He has been forced to buy and sell not once or twice...but this time, he may have kicked the iron plate! It is really satisfying to get such retribution. , it suddenly dawns on you!”
"When this fight is over, I will definitely get to know this person."
"..."
Yuandan realm monks communicate with each other through spiritual thoughts, which are as fast as thoughts flashing through their minds, making it difficult to reason with common sense;
In just the blink of an eye, the onlookers in Tianyin Valley exchanged many opinions!
At the same time, Yan Dacheng, who relied on the fist to forcibly defeat the Senluo Sword Qi, became ugly... It was not because of the power that he did not use magic weapons, but because of the profound martial arts of the Zhenwu Palace, he had cultivated his fists to a level that was not inferior to Powerful spiritual weapon!
The punch he exerted with all his strength was enough to kill an ordinary person in the middle stage of Yuan Dan Realm with one punch. Even a magic weapon that was also at the peak of Yuan Dan level could beat him hard.
Who would have thought that the unknown cultivator in front of him who dared not give him a good look would have such sharp swordsmanship;
He "bullied the small with the big" and wanted to teach this person a lesson, but he was almost injured by his casual sword energy!
After a moment of silence, Yan Dacheng's body was filled with bursts of rust-like aura of evil spirits, and he forcibly broke through the formation that shrouded Tianyin Valley. He looked down and shouted to Shen Mo: "If you and I attack with all our strength, I'm afraid we won't destroy the entire mountain range." The peaks and valleys are reduced to rubble! If you have the courage, go to Jiutian with Yan to fight!"
Shen Mo raised his head and glanced at him. He didn't talk nonsense with him at all. He patted the spiritual pet bag and released the evil-eating flying centipede.
After several months of recuperation for this fourth-level peak centipede demon, the wound pierced by the Taiyi Sword has long since healed; and with Shen Mo constantly feeding him with all kinds of evil things, the demonic aura has become more powerful, and the body is full of drama. The poison has increased to a higher level, and the demon's body is even harder and stronger than before, glowing with a chilling evil luster!
"Go! Have a good fight with him."
