My talent is resurrection

Chapter 127 Flying Sword One Hundred

Bei Cangming is at the bottom of the list among the five directions of the world, even worse than the rare Western Regions.

There are many people in Bei Cangming, but few masters, and they are ridiculed by other regions as full of trash. The monks in Bei Cangming are naturally dissatisfied with this, but they can't beat them. If they really want to argue, they can only be a joke for others. It is really not good to be able to endure silently, and most of them are complained by their own monks.

However, no matter how unbearable Bei Cangming was, he would not bear the title of No. [-] in the world directly by an unknown monk who appeared inexplicably.

This is a slap in the face of the whole world, and it is a slap in the face of their Bei Cangming.

This is equivalent to saying that there is no one in Bei Cangming, they are all trash, and he can directly surpass Bei Cangming to become the number one in the world.

A tree has a skin, and a person has a face.

It was a matter of face. After hearing the news, some sects of all sizes went to the small Fengdu, which was at the border and where there were few monks.

Zhang Bushou stood in the city, looking at Chen Jiu who had been sitting on the top of the city for several days without any movement, and became more and more upset.

Chen Jiu asked him to spread the news, and he worked very hard, even embellished and boasted, saying that Mr. Chen is a real god, a master of a generation, and that Mr. Chen has a hot temper, going straight, threatening to smash Bei Cangming and other waste.

Zhang Bushou's words were all ridiculed by the monks of Bei Cangming, which made people anxious, and some monks even directly beheaded the disciples Zhang Bushou sent out to promote.

This remark aroused the anger of the Bei Cangming monks for a while, and some monks felt that there was something tricky in it, and wanted to make a plan after careful investigation, but the Bei Cangming monks were already outraged and rushed to Xiaofengdu one after another.

Some monks threatened to have that monk surnamed Chen cramp and skin, use his soul as a banner, and blow him with strong wind for three days and three nights.

The more such remarks, the happier Zhang Bushou was, he wished that all the masters from Bei Cangming would come to Xiaofengdu and beat this Chen to death one by one.

What the hell, he was originally number one in the city, but now he can only sit under the top of the city, which really made Zhang Bushou extremely resentful, and he had cramped and skinned Chen Jiu hundreds of times in his heart.

However, he naturally didn't dare to say these things in front of Chen Jiu, and he didn't even dare to show any resentment. Shou felt resentful in his heart, and secretly decided in his heart that this Chen man should die without a whole body!
Zhang Bushou was waiting silently, and the masters of Bei Cangming didn't make him wait too long. At noon on the fourth day, there were a few black spots floating in the sky above the city of Xiaofengdu. Only then did they see that it was a group of monks.

A purple-gold-crowned monk who was the leader looked at the green-clothed man sitting high on the top of the wall and asked.

"Where is Chen Jiu?"

Xia Zhang Bushou looked at the cultivator with the purple gold crown, almost ecstatic in his heart.

He knew this Zijinguan cultivator, he was the elder of the law of a big sect closest to Xiaofengdu, this elder of the law was different from the general elders, there was only one at most in a sect, and his strength and reputation were extremely great just work.

This Zijinguan cultivator broke the river with a sword and went west for a hundred miles, and even got the title of Jiangshang Sword Immortal. The "Jiangshang" in front is not important, but the "Sword Immortal" behind is extremely powerful.

In such a vast world, in the world of five directions, only the Flying Sword of Flying Sword can be regarded as a Sword Immortal. Cultivator Zijinguan can be awarded the title of Sword Immortal, which shows his strong cultivation base.

Zhang Bushou had let go of most of his worries, and was waiting for this Zijin crowned monk to kill Chen Jiu. He was crushing his body into ashes to relieve the hatred in his heart.

The green-shirted man sitting high on the top of the wall slowly got up, patted the unnecessary dust on his buttocks, and smiled at the purple-gold crown monk.

"At this."

The Zijinguan cultivator had no expression on his face, put his hands behind his back, and asked again: "Are you number one in the world?"

Chen Jiu still smiled and said: "It should be."

Cultivator Zijinguan nodded slightly. After saying this, he had nothing to ask, and the only thing left was to draw his sword.

He flicked his fingers slightly, and the flying sword sang softly, hanging beside him, and slowly beckoned to Chen Jiu.

"Use whatever skills you have, or you won't have a chance later."

Chen Jiuyi raised his hand, and a ray of martial arts turned into a flying sword, which also hung beside him, and then smiled at the Zijinguan monk: "I have it too."

Cultivator Zijinguan frowned slightly, and said patiently to Chen Jiu in an extremely rare way: "You are not a flying sword."

Chen Jiu said with a smile: "It's a flying sword that can kill people."

Cultivator Zijinguan's eyes were fixed, and he arrived in an instant, stabbing Chen Jiu's head with a sword.

Chen Jiu tilted his head slightly, dodging the flying sword, just right.

Cultivator Zijinguan's sword energy came from the east, and he was about to slash Chen Jiu's head horizontally with his sword energy.

Chen Jiu condensed his martial arts with his fingers, and flicked on the sword of the monk with the purple gold crown first.

The flying sword trembled, and the sword energy dissipated.

Cultivator Zijinguan hurriedly retreated a hundred meters.

Chen Jiu did not pursue, and smiled at the Zijinguan monk: "Try again."

The few people behind Brother Zijinguan frowned as they watched the confrontation between the two. Looking at it now, Chen Jiu's strength really exceeded their expectations, unlike those brainless people who were greedy for fame.

However, if Chen Jiu only had this strength, it would be an exaggeration to call him number one in the world, and even Bei Cangming's number one was far from being considered number one.

Cultivator Zijinguan breathed a sigh of relief, holding the flying sword in his hand, and it was slightly flooded. He asked Chen Jiu for a sword question among his peers.

"Flying sword breaks the river."

Cultivator Zijinguan swept across with his sword, and the tip of the sword went straight to Chen Jiu's head.

Chen Jiu pressed down lightly with his fingers, and pressed down on the purple-gold-crowned monk's flying sword, and the Wuyun golden-yellow flying sword stabbed away.

Cultivator Zijinguan hurriedly backed away, and then waved his sword to block the Wuyun flying sword, with a solemn expression on his face.

Chen Jiu circled his fingers slightly, and Wu Yun Feijian followed the trajectory of his fingers. He looked at the Zijinguan monk and smiled.

"I have a sword."

The Wu Yun flying sword stabbed away, and the cultivator with the purple gold crown pulled his sword horizontally to block the Wu Yun flying sword.

Chen Jiu pulled his fingers horizontally again, and the Wuyun flying sword came again. The cultivator with the purple gold crown slashed with his sword, followed the flying sword, and chased away.

Chen Jiu kept waving the flying sword with his fingers, facing the sword with the Zijinguan monk.

Cultivator Zijinguan's face was slightly angry. He was a little annoyed at Chen Jiu's playful and indifferent attitude.

A sword that breaks the river cuts into pieces the flying sword of martial arts.

Cultivator Zijinguan held a sword, looked at Chen Jiu with a slightly gloomy expression, and said.

"My flying sword was named Duanjiang first, and then it was named Duanjiang, so please be more serious, Fellow Daoist."

The cultivators behind Zijinguan became more and more interested in this competition, and they wanted to see how strong the green shirted man Chen Jiu was.

And the most startling thing was Zhang Bushou at the bottom. He really didn't expect that this surnamed Chen was so strong, and this Zijinguan cultivator could only be teased like a child in front of him.

Zhang Bushou couldn't help complaining in his heart that the cultivator with the purple gold crown was too useless, he was really a waste.

Standing at the top of the city, Chen Jiu smiled slightly, stepped into the void, and then slowly climbed to the sky.

Every time he takes a step, a martial arts flying sword will appear behind him, hovering in the air behind him.

Chen Jiu walked a total of a hundred steps, so there are a hundred flying swords behind him, shining brightly.

Chen Jiuchao, the Zijinguan monk, waved.

"Please."

Hundreds of flying swords come out together, and the sky is golden!
(End of this chapter)