Chapter 293 Challenge the Real Martial Artist

? Since he has cultivated his vitality and has broken through to the fifth level of the Xiantian realm, who else can step back with him!

Chu Yan planned to use the dark hall to track down the more than 30 people who had left just now. All of these people's cultivations were under the real martial realm, and they were the best materials for qi refining.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

As soon as they walked to the stone hall, in the opposite passage, a few figures flashed out and rushed into the stone hall.

But it was a few of the thirty who left and returned, and in a moment, they surrounded Chu Yan in the middle.

"Boy, hand over your treasure, or die!"

There are five people in total, holding spirit soldiers, their eyes are fierce, and there is a trace of blood in their eyes.

These people, because of the lowest cultivation base, chased after them for a while, and felt that there was no hope. They remembered that there was another Chu Yan in the stone hall, and they discussed coming back to kill Chu Yan, so that they would not be empty-handed.

"Drawing sword style!"

Chu Yan sneered and didn't talk nonsense with them at all. His body became violent, and his speed was astonishing. At the same time, he swung his sword towards one of the warriors.

The silver light suddenly appeared, like a waning moon breaking through the sky, slashing straight at the chest of the warrior.

laugh!

The martial artist never expected that Chu Yan would not be in harmony with one word, and he would immediately kill people. Moreover, in the case of one enemy and five, he even took the first shot. Under the shock and shock, he was cut off before he had time to react. In the middle, blood spurted like a column.

Under this sword, the young man was cut in two on the spot, and when he landed, he was already dead.

Whoosh!

"Ah! You are courting death!"

"kill him!"

The remaining four shouted angrily and rushed towards Chu Yan.

Chu Yan sneered, there was no mercy in his heart for these people who didn't know how to live or die.

kill!

call out! call out! call out!

Four sword lights flashed past,

The silver sword glow with the power of vitality instantly lit up in the stone hall, slashing at the four people who were rushing.

The next moment, four blood lights bloomed, four heads full of horrified expressions were thrown into the air, and the corpses fell to the ground.

"receive!"

With an indifferent expression on his face, Chu Yan strode towards the opponent's passage, waved his backhand, and put the four slowly falling corpses into the Rakshasa space.

Immediately afterwards, Chu Yan's figure disappeared into the passage.

After rushing for half an hour, another stone hall appeared, and what surprised Chu Yan was that the thirty people he had met just now were all here, and there were a few more unfamiliar faces.

In front of these people, a fat man in purple robe stood in front of them with a grin on his face.

"What's the situation!?" Chu Yan was slightly startled when he saw this scene.

In addition to the purple-robed fat man with a smile on his face, there were more than 30 other people, all of them with ashen faces, with expressions like they were about to cry.

"Haha, here's another one, just in time, you also hand over all the treasures!"

When the fat man in purple robe saw Chu Yan entering the stone hall, he laughed loudly and waved towards Chu Yan with great enthusiasm.

"Hand over the treasure!?" Chu Yan was stunned, frowning slightly.

"Yes, in front of me, He Feng, one counts as one, all are the same, hand over the treasure, live! If you don't hand in the treasure, die!"

As He Feng spoke, his eyes flickered, murderous!

He Feng! ?

Hearing this name, Chu Yan frowned. When he hunted other warriors before, he seemed to have heard this name before.

The more than thirty people in front of them, when they heard He Feng's words, their faces became darker, and their faces were all struggling.

Immediately, a few people slowly walked out of the crowd and walked towards He Feng!

These people took out a few spirit grasses or spirit treasures from the jade talisman and handed them over to He Feng.

Moreover, following the actions of these few people, thirty people slowly walked towards He Feng one after another, all took out a few treasures from the jade talisman and walked over.

He Feng! He is ranked 76th in the top 100 of the King of Montenegro, and he is also the number one expert in the inner sect of the Extreme Water Sect.

The key point is that although this person is ranked in the top 100 of the king list and his strength is superb, he is extremely domineering. Anyone who obeys him will not kill him, and even has some benefits.

Of course, for those who disobey themselves, it is impossible to survive from his hands.

These thirty people obviously knew this He Feng. After struggling for a long time, they still shook their heads and sighed, ready to hand over the treasure in exchange for a chance to live.

Mitian City is full of heaven and earth treasures, more or less, these people have some gains.

In less than a moment, in the stone hall, only Chu Yan was left standing alone, standing against the wind like a thousand-year-old cypress.

"Huh? Why didn't you pay?"

He Feng's face was full of smiles, and when he looked at Chu Yan, he was slightly startled.

"Why should I pay?" Chu Yan asked lightly.

As soon as the words landed, more than 30 people behind He Feng were all dumbfounded. This person did not give He Feng face so much, he was obviously courting death.

"Boy, are you dissatisfied, or do you want to challenge me?"

He Feng smiled instead of being angry, looking at Chu Yan, the light in his eyes kept flashing.

"So what?" Chu Yan still looked indifferent.

"Okay, have the guts! Since that's the case, I'll give you a chance! I only punch, if you don't die! I don't want your treasure!"

He Feng looked at Chu Yan and said with a smile on his face.

"One punch!? Haha, I want to try it!" Chu Yan raised his brows and chuckled.

He Feng's strength had already reached the second level of the true martial state, which was far from what the current Chu Yan was capable of.

However, if it's just a punch, then it's not necessarily the case. I just broke through the cultivation base, condensed the vitality, and took him a move. There is no problem at all.

Hearing this, the smile on He Feng's face disappeared, and then he looked at Chu Yan with a puzzled face. This kid from the fifth level of the Innate Mirror is so confident that he really dared to take a punch from himself. You know, if this fails Well, that's even a loss of life.

"Haha...Okay! In that case, I promise that after one punch, as long as you are still alive, I will never embarrass you! Keep you safe from here!"

He Feng laughed and looked at Chu Yan again. He didn't believe that this kid at the fifth level of the Xiantian realm could take a punch from him. You know, the real martial realm and the Xiantian realm are the difference between the heavens and the heavens. land gap.

Clang!

Chu Yan slowly pulled out the Clear Sky Sword, holding the sword in his hand, under the impetus of straight qi, the silver light made a great effort.

"Okay! Pick me up!"

When He Feng saw this, he didn't say any more. He raised his hand and slammed a fist out. A fist imprint as thick as a mountain rushed out. The entire dark hall hummed and trembled. Where the punch imprint passed, there were stones on the ground. Exploded!

This punch is simple and unpretentious, but its power is shocking. Ordinary Innate Realm warriors, let alone take it, even if they are injured by the remaining strength of this fist mark, they will be seriously injured, not to mention the frontal force.

Seeing the fist imprints coming, Chu Yan's pupils shrank sharply, the eight cyclones in his body revolved like flying, and strands of silver light rushed out of the sea of ​​qi like silver snakes and merged into the Clear Sky Sword. It roared out like a tornado, bringing the sound of swords all over the sky.

At this time, Chu Yan, in an instant, merged the combat power of his entire body into one place, his aura was soaring, his black robe was flying, and he glared at him, like an undefeated god of war, his arrogance was soaring to the sky!

cut!

The next moment, the Clear Sky Sword in Chu Yan's hand slashed straight out. The sword light was like lightning, and it was like a divine light blooming in a flash.