"Young Saint?"
"Are they talking about me? I didn't expect it to have such an effect." When Lu Chen heard the monks praising him, Lu Chen grinned directly, and his mouth was about to burst. There is a root behind the ear.
"It's a pity that Xiao Junzi and Xiao Jianzi are not here. If they were here now, hehe... they would definitely be extremely envious of me like this."
"It's a pity, it's a pity, it's such a pity... Is there any way to record these scenes?" Lu Chen stood on top of Feng Long's head, with his hands behind his back, pretending to be inscrutable, and kept scanning. The battlefield below.
Seeing the crowd becoming more and more divided, and hearing the crowd's cheers getting stronger and stronger, Lu Chen's eyebrows suddenly raised, and a plan that he thought was perfect came into his mind.
"I am Lu Chen, and I am born to be the protagonist!!"
Lu Chen smiled evilly, channeled enough spiritual energy and shouted downwards. Then, he took out a solid shadow stone and began to control the wind dragon to dive directly downwards. This was obtained from him when he killed the leader of the monks before. A stone that records images.
Lu Chen didn't take this thing to heart before. Today, Nan Tian Yijian and Mr. Jun were not around, so he thought of this method and planned to record his 'majestic figure' for them to see later.
Feng Long looked at Solid Shadow Stone, who was following closely behind him. Based on his understanding of Lu Chen, he could directly guess that Lu Chen couldn't hold back anything good.
The rapid fall directly caused a violent storm, blowing Lu Chen's hair and robes into a mess.
"Dead dragon, get up and work."
Lu Chen patted Feng Long directly with his right hand, signaling Feng Long to release a protective shield, and he began to adjust his body, tied up his broken hair, shook his robe, and let the Solid Image Stone record the image of himself. The body record is more perfect.
The Green Emperor Sacred Tree turned directly into flowing light after Lu Chen left, and quickly merged into Lu Chen's body during Lu Chen's fall.
Above, the one hundred and twenty-eight round suns followed Lu Chen, like the stars in the sky, forming a ring and rotating rapidly above Lu Chen's head.
The monk below quickly raised his head when he heard the noise coming from above.
At this time, they noticed that Lu Chen had stopped the formation and was falling to the ground like a giant sword. Behind him, there was a..., yes, a stone-like substance following Lu Chen closely.
Huge spiritual energy shock waves began to condense in the vertical direction of Lu Chen, and horizontal light waves appeared in circles, directly flying away the monks who were talking around him.
"That's the Solid Shadow Stone? What exactly does Lu Chen want to do?"
"Look, Lu Chen's momentum is getting more and more fierce. Those round suns are like fierce suns. I'm afraid they can kill us all when they hit."
"This is an aura comparable to that of the Chen Dan Realm. I once saw it in the elder of the academy. What Lu Chen exudes is definitely the cultivation of the Chen Dan Realm."
Seeing the aura rising again on Lu Chen's body, these monks gritted their back molars and took a breath of cold air: "Lu Chen..., Lu Chen actually has the cultivation level of Che Shen Dan level. How is this possible? He was clearly a tuner before. Resting place..."
"It seems that we are all wrong. Lu Chen has been hiding his strength from the beginning." Zhang Liang raised his head, stared at Lu Chen and said: "Otherwise, with his strength in the Breath Adjustment Realm, how could he become the chief of Chongxu Academy? Maybe Song Ping would be willing to abdicate in favor of someone more worthy."
"Senior Brother Zhang Liang, does this mean our choice is correct?"
Feilong had just completed his heavenly oath, and after hearing Zhang Liang's words, he immediately asked: "Lu Chen is extremely powerful, and powerful enough to compete with Biyan Academy, so we don't have to be afraid of Biyan." Are you being pursued by the academy?"
Zhang Liang nodded listening to Fei Long's doubts. In fact, it was also the first time for him to see such power erupting from Lu Chen's body. However, this kind of powerful energy fluctuation was only seen by the dean of the academy and a few deans. Saw it on .
"Too slow, too slow. Fenglong, have you not eaten? Hurry up and work harder. We must land shockingly."
At this moment, Lu Chen was followed by one hundred and twenty-eight blood-red round suns. Coupled with his handsome face, Lu Chen looked like a god-king who had stepped out of an ancient scroll.
"You brat, I'm a dragon, not a fucking cow. Can you be more serious when you speak?" Feng Long roared, blowing out two blasts of cold air from the tip of his nose. As if retaliating against Lu Chen, his body suddenly accelerated, and he fiercely charged at Lu Chen. The ground fell.
Lu Chen was originally immersed in what posture he was about to make, but without paying attention, his body fell directly from the wind dragon's head.
"Fuck, slow down, slow down..." During the fall, Lu Chen quickly released the Green Emperor Sacred Tree towards the wind dragon. At the same time, the light from his movements flashed one after another, and then he slowly stabilized himself in mid-air. shape.
Lu Chen tightly grasped the tentacles of the sacred tree with both hands, and was pulled by the wind dragon to rush around.
The newly arranged hair and Taoist robes were instantly thrown into a mess by the storm brought by the wind dragon. At the same time, the hurricane caused by the wind dragon's spiritual energy poured into Lu Chen's mouth and nose as it traveled.
Lu Chen wanted to open the Green Emperor Sacred Tree and fly in the air alone, but he never thought that Feng Long had predicted his thoughts and had already wrapped the tentacles of the Sacred Tree with spiritual energy before he could gather his energy to do it.
At this moment, no matter how hard Lu Chen struggled, he could not get rid of the tentacles, and could only be hung in mid-air by the wind dragon.
"Ah ah... Fenglong, please slow down a little bit. I..., I..., I can't stand it anymore."
Lu Chen's eyes and nose were hit by the strong wind, and his body was carried around by the wind dragon like a kite. At this time, his tears and nose were even more mixed together, mixed with the flying dust rushing from the air, and turned into a ball of sludge. It was stuck on Lu Chen's face.
However, fortunately, the wind dragon's body was huge enough, so Lu Chen's embarrassing look was not seen by the monks below.
At this moment, the crowd below had been divided into two groups, and the expressions on their faces were also divided into two groups.
Zhang Liang's group cheered, shocked by the huge wind dragon, and even more admired by Lu Chen for having such great strength.
He kept waving his fists towards the sky, cheering for Lu Chen.
But..., I had not chosen who to follow Lu Chen before, but now I was extremely frightened by Lu Chen's strength.
These people's bodies were shaking, and they began to regret that they had chosen the wrong path.
"Lu Chen's momentum is much more tyrannical than before."
"Could it be..., is Lu Chen still hiding his strength, we..., have we made the wrong choice?"
"After all, Lu Chen is very powerful, so the family behind him will definitely be extremely powerful as well. I don't know if we still have a chance to follow Lu Chen now."
"Why are you panicking? We are all in a secret realm now. Even if Lu Chen has a family behind him, so what..."
"Don't forget, this is Fengtian Mansion, the territory that belongs to our Biyan Academy."
The man who spoke held the identity token of Biyan Academy in his hand and looked at the huge dragon body in the sky with resentment on his face. Although he was also rescued by Lu Chen, he did not feel any gratitude to Lu Chen and instead became Becoming more resentful.
"As long as Lu Chen dies, no matter how powerful the forces behind him are, no matter how talented he is, no aristocratic family would be so stupid as to go against Fengtian Mansion for a dead person."
"Absolutely not..." After saying that, the man turned around and ran into the distance.
At the same time, there was a large wave of people in all directions on the battlefield, rushing towards the distance with resentment on their faces. The only thing these people had in common was that they all held the identity tokens of Biyan Academy in their hands.
The remaining monks stared at the wind dragon in the sky, their bodies trembling constantly, and they took two steps forward hesitantly, but quickly stepped back after feeling something was not good.
As time passed by, the wind dragon was getting closer and closer to the ground.
Among these hesitant people, some finally couldn't bear it anymore. They pursed their lips, reached into their arms with their right hands and rummaged around for it. Then they looked at the identity token in their palms, sighed and rushed towards Zhang Liang.
"Senior Brother Zhang Liang, we are also willing to follow Mr. Lu Chen. We will never go back to those wretched aristocratic sects."
These people quickly walked to Zhang Liang, raised their hands to Zhang Liang, threw the identity tokens in their hands on the ground, and began to express their allegiance to Lu Chen to Zhang Liang.
It's just that these people are not as fanatical as Zhang Liang, nor have they made an oath of heaven with their own blood.
Gradually, there were fewer and fewer monks who were unwilling to follow Lu Chen, from thousands to hundreds.
The remaining people, holding identity tokens tightly in their hands, wanted to rush to Zhang Liang, but they looked at the Bi Yan disciples who were leaving and were about to make a move. They looked left and right and still couldn't make up their minds.
Zhang Liang had been scanning the battlefield. When he saw the hundreds of people who were still hesitant, he let out a sarcastic sneer.
These people who are still hesitating follow Lu Chen unwillingly, but they are unable to turn around and leave like the high-level disciples of Bi Yan. At this time, they seem a bit out of place.
Zhang Liang stopped paying attention to these hesitant and indifferent people at the moment. He turned around and looked at the monks who had just rushed over, with the corners of his mouth raised to express his welcome.
However, Zhang Liang was not a fool. While expressing his welcome, he also silently recorded the names and appearance of these people in his mind.
Although these people who saw Lu Chen reveal his strength and made the choice to follow him were stronger than those who were hesitant, if one day Lu Chen's enemies became stronger, they would also abandon Lu Chen and follow those strong people.
People with such evil intentions cannot be kept. Even if Lu Chen wants to keep these people, he must keep these people in mind to prevent unexpected events.
In the sky.
Lu Chen's body was in a mess, his face was covered with a thick layer of mud, and from time to time a ball of viscous liquid would fly out.
The clean and smooth hair was tangled together, and the robe on his body was in strands, like a down-and-out beggar who hadn't bathed in decades.
