Chapter 90 Thunderbolt

Chen Fan's qigong breakthrough, his strength increased to a higher level, and he began to sweep the Longshan Blessed Land.

"Forget worry grass, not bad."

In front of him, a three-leaf clover was green and clear, it was a spiritual medicine, and Chen Fan picked it.

"Dripping blood ginseng, good, a good thing that can make Qigong 6th dan instantly break through to 7th qigong, it's worth no less than a hundred primeval stones."

Chen Fan killed a demon tiger with one palm, and put away a blood-red ginseng that was almost dripping blood.

"Lingming Jinjing, this is a good thing to create a second-order magic weapon. One or two will cost a hundred primeval stones. If there is at least one kilogram here, that's a thousand primeval stones."

Chen Fan chased away the monsters surrounding a small hill, and dug out a spar that looked like gold.

"Fairy Leaf..."

Chen Fan swept all the way and harvested many treasures of heaven and earth, as well as precious materials for refining magic weapons. The overall value was no less than 20,000 to 30,000 yuan.

"I really want to stay in this blessed land of Longshan all the time without going out. This is a big treasure house. Not only is the heaven and earth full of vitality and suitable for cultivation, but it also contains many treasures of heaven and earth, divine gold meteorite..."

Some things, although for him, have little effect.

But there are a lot of qigong rank 4 and 5 fighters outside, if they sell it, they will definitely break their heads.

Of course, there are also some low-level elixir that he will not let go.

Qin Yao successfully fused the bone spirit and fire, and has become a genuine alchemist. It takes a lot of elixir to refine elixir, and these low-level elixir are just good for Qin Yao to practice.

...

"Well, there seems to be a fierce battle on the riverside?"

Suddenly, Chen Fan's ears moved.

He swept out of the woods and ran along the river.

This is a river that is ten miles wide. The river is rushing and rushing, rolling up waves and hitting the reefs in the river.

On both sides of the river, there are vast sandy beaches.

There are dense reeds, boulder cliffs, rich landforms, and many rapids.

In the river, there were ups and downs of powerful monsters.

Just as he was running, on a vast sandy beach, the Qigong aura fluctuated violently and passed on, causing him to stop his swift pace, and immediately saw two Fuyun Sword Sect disciples besieging the Spring and Autumn Sect's Mu Chen. .

The two disciples of the Floating Cloud Sword Sect were both in the middle stage of Qigong 8th stage, and so did Mu Chen, but under the siege of the two, Mu Chen was dripping with blood, and some wounds were even more visible.

"Damn, I really thought I was afraid of the two of you guys, I really want me to work hard, and you have to be buried together!" Mu Chen desperately resisted the attacks of the two disciples of the Floating Cloud Sword Sect, and threatened viciously.

"Hehe, threatening us? We want to see how hard you are. Ghost Kill!"

One of the disciples of the Floating Cloud Sword Sect with moles on his eyebrows sneered and made his move even more ruthless and tricky, instantly leaving a wound on Mu Chen's body.

"Haha, you're working hard, just talking and not doing it, can you scare us with your mouth?" Another disciple of the Sword Sect with a pointed chin also laughed wildly.

As if it was a cat playing a mouse, not only was he not afraid of Mu Chen's desperate efforts, but he was constantly urging Mu Chen to work hard, with a playful look.

The sandy beach on the ground was stirred up by the sharp sword glow, and the gravel turned into dust.

"Damn, well, since that's the case, even if I die, I'll take you two bastards to bury them together!"

Mu Chen was also ruthless, and his cheeks were twisted.

The vitality in his body burst open, and a dangerous aura bloomed from his body, and the transparent air wave rushed out at once, and the stones the size of the grinding discs on the ground rolled all over the floor.

A huge iron hammer appeared on top of Mu Chen's head and volleyed out.

Boo!

Under the blow of the sledgehammer, all the attacks of the two disciples of the Floating Cloud Sword Sect were smashed to pieces, and the two also spit out a mouthful of blood and retreated.

But just as Mu Chen was about to hit the second blow, he stumbled, spurting out a mouthful of blood, and his breath became disordered.

The hammer formed by the condensed vitality also collapsed.

"Haha, is this what you are trying to do? It's not bad. It's okay for people in the early stage of the eighth stage, but you want to drag us to bury with this. It's ridiculous. The Spring and Autumn Clan is really not as good as a year."

The young man with moles on his eyebrows sneered, and forced him to move towards Mu Chen step by step.

call out!

But at this moment, a shrill sound of breaking the sky suddenly sounded, sharp and ear-piercing, making the young man with a mole on his brow tremble, and the sword in his hand slashed out.

boom!

With a loud bang, the sword in the hands of this young man with moles on his eyebrows was directly broken into two pieces, and then he saw his head burst open like a watermelon, without even a whimper, he fell silently on the beach, with corpses everywhere. .

This time, it's no small matter.

Not only was the other disciple of the Floating Cloud Sword Sect with a sharp chin startled, but Mu Chen was also vigilant, his eyes swept around.

"Who? Get out of here!" The young man with pointed chin held a sword in both hands, and shouted coldly, looking like a bird with a startled bow.

"I."

Chen Fan strode out from the reeds, the mighty breath made the pointed chin young man take a few steps back.

"How dare you to kill the disciples of my Spring and Autumn Clan, how bold."

"It's you!"

The sharp-chinned young man's eyes narrowed, and he was naturally Chen Fan.

After all, on the Longshan Peak platform, Wang Tengfei was slapped because of Chen Fan.

"Chen Fan."

Seeing Chen Fan come out, Mu Chen breathed a sigh of relief.

It turned out to be from the same sect, Chen Fan, but he thought it was from the other two sects.

"Are you all right?" Chen Fan looked at Mu Chen and asked.

Mu Chen was not from the Tianmeng, so he came to the rescue.

If it was He Junyang and Yang Feng, several members of the Heavenly Alliance, he would have turned away long ago.

Mu Chen shook his head and said, "It's alright, minor injury."

"Well, you recover, I'll kill him."

Chen Fan walked towards the pointed chin young man with a golden knife, and the pressure of the late eighth stage of Qigong was overwhelming: "You can kill yourself, I'm too lazy to do it."

Under the pressure of Chen Fan, the sharp-chinned youth felt a little breathless.

If it was an ordinary qigong eighth stage, he wouldn't be like this. After all, he was also in the middle stage of eighth stage, and it wasn't much different.

However, Chen Fan's strength is comparable to that of a Qi Zong powerhouse, how can he bear it?

"Self-imposed? In a dream! Take chestnuts from the fire!" Although this young man with a sharp chin was oppressed by Chen Fan's aura, he was still stubborn.

The vitality exploded, and the sword pointed a finger, forcibly urging, the sword glow swollen, fast as lightning, hundreds of steps in the air, and directly stabbed Chen Fan's heart.

"The mayfly shakes the tree, it's beyond its own power!" Chen Fan narrowed his eyes, stretched out his palm, and two fingers clamped the sword glow.

"go."

With a flick of his arm, the sword light flew back at a faster speed, and shot into the heart of the pointed chin at once.

"Uh..."

The sharp-chinned youth shook his body, and his heart was directly destroyed by the burst of sword energy.

"Hehe, hehe, little bastard, you don't know yet, your senior sister has...has been caught...caught by Senior Brother Fuchen, you...you will surely die! "

As soon as the words fell, the sharp-chinned young man died, but a hideous smile appeared on his face.

"what?"

Chen Fan was shocked when he heard the words.

Qin Yao was caught by Wang Fuchen?

"Chen Fan."

At this time, Mu Chen walked over slowly and said, "It's true, Qin Yao has already fallen into Wang Fuchen's hands."

Boom!

Mu Chen's words fell like a thunderbolt from the blue, causing his head to hum and his face to turn pale.