Chaos Guiyuan Sword

Chapter 15 What Are You?
Hearing the words "No. [-] Trash", Fang Chen's anger was instantly aroused, and he grabbed Lu Chengjie in his hand as soon as he moved, and slapped him a few times, "You gave me the name of No. [-] Trash!" Yes, what? Forgot?"

"Don't be arrogant, there is a kind of fair fight with me..."

"Crack! Crack! Crack..." After a dozen more slaps, Fang Chen sneered, "A fair fight with you? Are you worthy?"

"Hold……"

"Snapped!"

"..."

Looking at Lu Chengjie who was struggling to breathe due to his swollen cheeks, Fang Chen smiled lightly and said, "What's wrong? Lu is a genius? Isn't there a fair fight?"

Lu Chengjie looked at Fang Chen angrily, his mouth moved slightly, but no sound came out, instead, a lot of saliva flowed out.

"Now! It's time for you to pay back!" After saying that, Fang Chen kicked up, and just as Lu Chengjie's body flew out of the ring, he disappeared in a flash of white light.

Everything inside the Qiankun Sect cannot be known to the outside world, so before entering, the Qiankun Sect will automatically detect, if the cultivation base has reached the Xuanzong Realm, or if you bring something other than the Qingfeng Sword issued by the sect, They would all be ejected, so Fang Chen dared to vent his anger unscrupulously.

Between breaths, there was a flash of light and shadow on the ring, and another person was teleported in.

"Senior Brother Mu, don't come here without any harm." After seeing who was coming, Fang Chen's smile grew stronger.

The visitor was taken aback for a moment, then cast a contemptuous glance at Fang Chen, "Do you want to go down by yourself or be thrown down by me? Also, you can shout the words Senior Brother Mu?"

"Oh?" Fang Chen pretended to be surprised: "Aren't you, Mu An, a disciple of my Sword Sect?"

"It's good that I, Mu An, is a disciple of the Sword Sect, but what are you?" Mu An's face was full of impatience, "Get out!"

"What if I say no?"

As soon as Fang Chen finished speaking, Mu An's figure suddenly moved, and he raised his right hand straight towards Fang Chen's face.

"Oh!"

Looking at the right hand held by Fang Chen, Mu An was slightly surprised, and then kicked Fang Chen's left arm.

"Crack!" Fang Chen arrived first, slapped Mu An staggered, almost fell to the ground.

Fang Chen narrowed his eyes, and his tone was full of contempt, "What are you?"

The shock on Mu An's face instantly turned into anger. Seeing that there was a tooth in the blood that was just spat out, Mu An roared angrily, "I want you to die!"

"Yin!" The long sword in Mu An's hand instantly unsheathed, turned into a cold light, and stabbed towards Fang Chen quickly.

The contempt on Fang Chen's face did not diminish at all. Although Mu An was already in the Great Perfection of the Xuanling Realm, this gap in cultivation was not worth mentioning in front of Fang Chen's combat experience and sword practice.

Fang Chen, who didn't even bother to dodge, flashed a cold light in his hand, and the sword was thrown horizontally.

"Kang..." Before the sound of two sharp swords colliding could be heard, Fang Chen thrust out another sword.

"Boom!" The sharp sword came out of his hand and fell to the ground not far away, Mu An's right hand was still trembling uncontrollably.

Regardless of the injury on his left shoulder, Mu An stared at Fang Chen, trembling slightly: "Why?"

"Why?" Fang Chen looked at Mu An playfully, slowly raised the Qingfeng sword in his hand, placed it between the two, and shouted sharply, "In your eyes, what is it?!"

"It?" Mu An looked at the Qingfeng Sword in front of him, and the expression in his eyes kept changing, "Isn't it just a sword?"

"Yes! Because in your eyes, it is just a sword, so you lost." Seeing the anger gradually appearing on Mu An's face again, Fang Chen couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.

(End of this chapter)