My talent is resurrection

Chapter 122 I have a sword that can kill heaven and man
Condensing martial arts is not an easy task. Most of the physical training and condensing consume more than half of the effort, and only a little martial arts can be obtained.

But Chen Jiu is not the vast majority of physical cultivation, he is one of the very few who stand at the top of physical cultivation talent, so this martial arts seems to be logical, and he has condensed all of it into his body.

There are many monks in the Wuxia Mountains, and the movement of condensing martial arts is huge, which will inevitably attract people to covet it.

After a while, there was a sound in the sky.

Ma Jiuwan smiled lightly and stood up, holding the canopy with his hands, borrowing three points of God's will, and using this three points of God's will to welcome the guests.

The movement of the sky stopped.

An old man with red hair and copper bell eyes floated in the sky, looked at the blue-clothed man on the top of the mountain, frowned slightly, and sighed, "What a domineering physique!"

Ma Jiuwan at the foot of the mountain laughed loudly, "Of course my father is domineering."

The old man with red hair and copper bell eyes looked down and looked at Ma Jiuwan. He had never seen or recognized him, so he asked, "Who are you?"

In the hand of the red-haired old man, there was a little thunder, which was both self-defense and threatening.

If the opponent's realm is equal, it is self-defense, but if the realm of the two is low, then there is an argument.

After all, this condensed martial arts has affected the aura of heaven and earth, but it will offend people.

He took the initiative to teach a lesson, and he should be both emotional and rational. Even if he came to the sect of these two people to discuss the theory, he was still on the side of reason.

So the red-haired old man stood in the sky right now, and asked with a frown: "Which sect do you two come from, dare to disturb the spiritual energy of the world like this, did the elders of the sect tell you the rules when you go out?"

Ma Jiuwan laughed twice, "I never said that, I never said that."

The red-haired old man refused to let go, "Can you ignore etiquette without saying it?"

Ma Jiuwan continued to laugh and said, "No, no."

Seeing that he kept laughing without sincerity, the red-haired old man became a little annoyed at the moment, pointed his palm at the two of them, and shouted: "Today, I will punish you two who don't know the etiquette on behalf of the elders of your sect, so as to make a memory! "

Standing under it, Ma Jiuwan straightened his sleeves.

Chen Jiu was concentrating on martial arts, he didn't want to cause trouble, otherwise, with his perverse temper, the red-haired old man would have been beaten by him long ago.

But why are there so many pig-brained people who are used to being domineering, so they like to push their noses on their faces?
Ma Jiuwan raised his head and sneered, and pressed against the sky, with the will of heaven like a big hand, he slapped the old man with red hair and copper bell eyes to the ground, and scolded: "You are worthy to stand so high and talk to your grandpa Ma?!"

The red-haired old man fell to the ground, bleeding from the corner of his mouth. After hearing Ma Jiuwan's words, his expression froze, and he suddenly thought of someone, but he was still furious and yelled angrily.

"Ma Jiuwan, do you really dare to play tricks with me, Ziqimen?!"

Ma Jiuwan folded his hands on his chest, with a look of disdain on his face, "What's better than Ziqimen, you call the red orange, yellow, green, blue, blue and purple gate, I can always beat you!"

The red-haired old man panicked, "Ma Jiuwan, don't be so unreasonable!"

Ma Jiuwan laughed loudly, "I'm just being so unreasonable, can you do anything about me?"

Chen Jiu on the top of the mountain finished practicing martial arts, and slowly opened his eyes, the golden light in his pupils gradually receding.

Ma Jiuwan immediately stood up straight, with a serious expression, pointed at the red-haired old man, and said righteously: "You dare to stand on my father's head, you should be beaten!"

He immediately turned his head to look at Chen Jiu again, and asked, "Father, did I do the right thing?"

Chen Jiu felt the martial arts slowly melting into himself, and after a moment of silence, he looked at Ma Jiuwan and asked, "Can you beat him well?"

Ma Jiuwan hurriedly waved his hands and patted his chest, "Father, don't worry, I can easily beat this old boy."

Chen Jiu said with a smile: "It's good if you can beat it."

Ma Jiuwan also laughed, "Father, why don't you hit me twice?"

The red-haired old man looked at the two of them angrily, and shouted angrily: "You two, don't bully others too much. After returning to Ziqi Gate, I will definitely report to the elders of the sect and surround and kill you two!"

Ma Jiuwan looked at the red-haired old man like a fool, and wondered in his heart, this red-haired old man can cultivate to Nascent Soul with just this brain?

I don't know how to give in a little softly, save his life and return to the sect, and then slowly plot revenge.

Ma Jiuwan thought for a while, then suddenly understood.

That's right, this red-haired old man is still a Nascent Soul after a long time, so his brain must not be very good.

After hearing what the red-haired old man said, Chen Jiu rolled up his sleeves and asked Ma Jiuwan tentatively, "I'll punch you too?"

Concentrating on God's will with one hand, Ma Jiuwan forcibly pressed the red-haired old man's body on the ground, and smiled at Chen Jiu: "Father, you hit, go ahead, this old boy dare not fight back."

The old man was crushed to death on the ground, unable to struggle, with a sad and angry expression on his face, he suddenly yelled, "Chi Xiao save me!"

The mountains were blown violently by a dark wind.

Ma Jiuwan raised his head and stared into the distance.

A young man carrying a big red flag with a grimace face stood barefoot on the top of the rock.

The ghost face and the big banner fluttered wildly, and the boy's fiery red hair stood up in the strong wind, like a flame.

Ma Jiuwan looked at the young man with a half-hearted smile, "Long time no see."

The young cultivator named Chi Xiao was expressionless, nodded and said: "I didn't kill you last time, I missed it."

Ma Jiuwan laughed loudly, "We couldn't kill him before, let alone now?"

Chi Xiao replied blankly: "It's not difficult to kill you."

Ma Jiuwan raised his eyebrows, stretched out one hand, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth gathered in his hand, forming a small ball the size of a bean, and said with a sneer, "Come and try?"

Chi Xiao nodded, he never liked to talk to strangers, so he directly raised the big banner with a grimace.

The red-haired old man was rescued, and he sat on the spot to nourish himself, watching Chi Xiao confront that Ma Jiuwan, and laughed in his heart.

This Ma Jiuwan is really looking for his own death. Chi Xiao is the top ten and third among the young generation in Tianguang Prefecture. He absorbed the spirit of ghosts when he was born.

How did Ma Jiuwan win?

There is only one death.

Ma Jiuwan is not a fool, he also understands this, so just as he threw the condensed beads in his hands towards Chi Xiao with his front feet, he hurriedly hugged Chen Jiu with his back feet and tore open a crack in the void, roaring.

"Father, let's run."

Without looking back, Ma Jiuwan led Chen Jiu straight in.

Chi Xiao stood in front of the crack in the void in an instant, with a grimace and a big banner horizontally, forcefully propped open the void that wanted to heal, stepped in, and chased after Ma Jiuwan.

After Chi Xiao entered, after a long time, the red-haired old man was recuperating, and the void was slowly recovering.

Ma Jiuwan suddenly led Chen Jiu out of the gap in the void, and saw that Chi Xiao was not there, so he looked at the red-haired old man with a smile.

This wave, this wave is to tune the tiger away from the mountain.

Without saying a word, the red-haired old man circulated the aura of heaven and earth, and ran away.

Ma Jiuwan pinched him with one hand and dragged him to him.

Grandma has a leg, he can't beat Chi Xiao, and you, an old boy?
He will beat this old boy later to call him father, Grandpa Chen Jiu.

Ma Jiuwan is a person who knows the etiquette of respecting the old and loving the young. He immediately waved to Chen Jiu, "Come on, Dad, give me a few punches first, and try your hand."

Chen Jiu rolled up his sleeves, covered with golden light, nodded and said: "Okay, let me do a small test first."

After Chen Jiu finished speaking, the golden light on the fist suddenly shook, and the lines emerged, dazzling, and strong martial arts burst out from it.

The red-haired old man stared and shouted angrily.

"Is this you? Give it a try!"

It was obvious that he wanted to punch him half to death!
Chen Jiu frowned, "It doesn't matter how big or small a child is when an adult speaks."

He clenched his golden fist and pulled it horizontally, causing the void to burst. With a bang, the red-haired old man fell to the ground and smashed into the mud.

Ma Jiuwan gave a thumbs up, "Good boxing."

The red-haired old man was suppressed by Ma Jiuwan's spiritual power, and was punched hard by Chen Jiu. His body's spiritual energy was disordered, blood was bleeding from the corner of his mouth, and he didn't speak anymore, but just looked at the two men fiercely.

Seeing this, Ma Jiuwan sneered, "Hey, this old boy is still not convinced."

He turned his head to Chen Jiu and said solemnly: "Father, you were tired just now, take a rest for a while, and go and teach this old boy a lesson."

Chen Jiu retracted his sleeves and nodded with satisfaction, "I have such a good son, what more can I ask for?"

Ma Jiuwan embraced the aura of heaven and earth, and shouted, "Go!"

He trampled the hundred meters of ground with one foot, stepped the red-haired old man into the hundred meters of dirt, and picked him up with one hand, just about to punch him, to show the little old man some color.

Ma Jiuwan suddenly erected a large banner in front of him, and stood with a pair of bare feet.

He froze for a moment, put away the fist that was about to be raised, supported the red-haired old man with both hands, patted the dirt on his body very considerately, and said worriedly.

"Tell me, you are so old, why do you still fall when you walk, and you are so muddy, but fortunately you met me, and I like to do good deeds. It's really cheap for you, isn't it?"

The red-haired old man was covered in blood, sobbing and unable to speak a word.

Ma Jiuwan supported him, sighed, looked at Chi Xiao in front of him again, and said with a smile: "The old man fell and injured, I can't see it, I helped him, it's just a small act of kindness, it's nothing, don't need to thank me too much That's it, you just take him back to the sect to recuperate from his injuries."

The red-haired old man couldn't speak, and his expression was sad and indignant.

Fall? !
Can a Nascent Soul cultivator fall and hurt himself? !
Are there flying swords buried everywhere in his soil? !

How dare you, Ma Jiuwan, speak nonsense with your eyes open!

Ma Jiuwan let go of the red-haired old man, allowing him to stagger and fall to the ground.

Chi Xiao didn't go to help, but held his own big banner with a grimace, and looked at Ma Jiuwan expressionlessly.

Ma Jiuwan laughed twice, waved his hands and said, "It's getting late, I should go home with my dad, right, dad?"

Ma Jiuwan turned to ask Chen Jiu.

There was no trace of Chen Jiu in the sky.

Chi Xiao's faint voice came from behind, "Are you looking for him?"

Ma Jiuwan suddenly turned his head.

Chi Xiao stood on the tip of the ghost face big banner, standing on one foot, the lower part of the banner pierced a person's chest and heart, and blood was gushing out.

This person is Chen Jiu.

Ma Jiuwan's expression was distorted and angry.

Chen Jiu is dead, how will he explain to those two sword fairies? !

He will be beheaded to death by the flying sword!
Ma Jiuwan's head was suddenly shrouded in a pitch-black halo, and a pair of hands crawled out of the void behind him, standing quietly waiting.

Ma Jiuwan looked at Chi Xiao, and said fiercely and angrily: "I want you to die too!"

As soon as Chi Xiao's flag was raised, the ghosts and spirits of heaven and earth rose up, and a ghost with hundreds of feet and thousands of eyes suddenly appeared behind him, holding the flag and facing Ma Jiuwan, "I still need a half-step heavenly cultivator's spirit in my flag, You will be able to become a semi-immortal treasure, and now is just right."

Ma Jiuwan was expressionless, and the dark arm in the void beckoned gently, "Come."

The ghosts and gods with hundreds of feet and thousands of eyes responded to his provocation and smashed the mountain with one punch, making the entire Wuxia mountain range tremble.

The monks in the Wuxia Mountains looked horrified and fled in a hurry, not wanting to become victims of the great monks fighting.

There are also great monks of Nascent Soul who don't think it's a big deal to watch the excitement.

Most of them think that Chi Xiao Jiuyi starts with [-] horses.

Because in their impression, although Ma Jiuwan had risen extremely fast and had been famous for hundreds of years, he really didn't have any impressive achievements.

On the contrary, Chi Xiao, a natural heroic general, has a strong record. It is said that his grimace banner contains the souls of three half-step celestial beings, and there are many souls of Nascent Soul.

A slight comparison of the combat power of the two will determine the outcome.

As for a small number of monks, it is even more extreme, directly thinking that the two are evenly matched.

Ma Jiuwan was indeed defeated by Chi Xiao. After only a hundred rounds, the corner of his mouth was bleeding, and he was beaten by hundreds of thousands of ghosts and gods, and his whole body's spiritual energy collapsed.

Chi Xiao carried the big banner and stood on top of the hundred-foot-thousand-eyed ghosts and gods, watching him dismount ninety thousand, still expressionless, as if beheading a half-step celestial being was just a trivial matter to him.

Ma Jiuwan staggered, hesitating between fleeing and staying.

Run away and die later.

Stay and die now.

He has a ferocious expression, why is the Bone Taoist Temple still not coming out.

If he came out, it would be impossible for him to be in such a mess, because Chen Jiu would definitely be invincible in this Bone Taoist Temple!
Chi Xiao looked at him condescendingly, and said softly: "Half-step heavenly man, it's not bad."

Ma Jiuwan shattered the surrounding void, stretched out two big black hands, and shouted angrily: "Come on, kill me!"

Chi Xiao nodded, "As you wish."

The ghost with hundreds of feet and thousands of eyes collapsed with a fist, and hit Ma Jiuwan's head.

In the distance, the man in green shirt whose heart was pierced slowly got up and pulled out the wooden hairpin.

A flash of sword light overflowed.

A little bit at first.

After that, the world was full of sword lights.

(End of this chapter)