Xu Peng was still smiling, and was proud of himself for mocking Fang Chen in front of so many people. As a result, the next moment, he felt a sharp pain coming from his cheek, and then an irresistible force rushed over, causing him to fly more than ten feet high.

Everyone was stunned.

At this moment, a sigh sounded: "Nephew Bai Shi, Xu Peng is just a little inappropriate in his words. Why do you have to take action in public? Do you not follow the rules of Kyoto?"

Only then did everyone realize that the person who took the action was Bai Qingming, and Xu Peng was slapped by him and flew into the air.

Seeing that Bai Qingming followed Miankong and wanted to continue to attack, the figure in the void could only wave his sleeves and transform his spiritual power into a python and separate the two of them.

Bang--

Xu Peng fell heavily to the ground. After several breaths, he came back from his confusion. He covered his face and looked at Bai Qingming with shock and anger:

"Why do you hit me!"

"Just say too much."

Bai Qingming smiled and said, "The sword head of my Xuxian Sword Sect is something you, a miscellaneous bird, can complain about in your heart? When you speak, don't you think carefully about your identity and dare to sneer? Who are you?"

Everyone was silent, and no one helped Xu Peng speak, and they were all unrelated to their own affairs.

They are not particularly afraid of the Xuxian Sword Sect, but... if they offend the Xuxian Sword Sect because of this small matter, it will be more than worth the loss. These sword cultivators are very harsh, and anyone who wants to be an enemy of them has to think about it again and again.

What's more, Bai Qingming's background is not just the Xuxian Sword Sect, but also the Nanzhou Immortal Mountain King behind him!

At this moment, a golden light broke through the air, and the speed was so fast that many monks in the fusion stage could not capture their movements.

Bai Qingming laughed and immediately slashed out with a sword. The terrifying Qingming sword intent turned into a long rainbow, facing the golden light.

puff--

A few drops of blood spilled.

Bang--

A huge golden wing fell from the air, and the golden feathers on it emitted a dazzling golden light, but now it was stained red by blood.

A figure appeared beside Xu Peng. The man's left arm was broken, his face was a little pale, and he stared at Bai Qingming.

Everyone took a deep breath in their hearts, especially during the fusion period, they looked at each other and saw a touch of solemnity deep in the eyes of each other.

"Uncle Tiankun!"

Xu Peng's expression tightened and looked at the broken arm of the person in front of him in disbelief.

Xu Tiankun, the elder of the Qingxiang Sect, was born in the Peng clan. He has been practicing for many years and has long been a great perfection in the fusion stage. He has overcome all three disasters and nine tribulations, and he is only half a step away from entering the realm of Xuanxian...

This level of cultivation, coupled with the Peng clan's own extreme speed, was cut off by Bai Qingming's left arm within one move?

Why are the sword cultivators so powerful?!

Everyone also recognized Xu Tiankun's identity. It was not until this moment that they truly understood that Bai Qingming, who had returned from traveling for many years, had completely mastered the Qingming sword intent!

If it weren't for this, Xu Tiankun wouldn't be able to catch a sword...

"Bai Qingming, Kyoto has rules. You attack Xu Peng for no reason, and now you kill me again. You want to give me an explanation."

Xu Tiankun stared at Bai Qingming coldly.

"Didn't you take action first just now? Didn't you plan to take action? That might be because I misunderstood, but... your chicken wings will break. What else do you have to give me? Just pick it up and pick it up and pick it up."

Bai Qingming grinned, "In the future, I would like to give my juniors a few more words to my family. If you ask for trouble for our Xuxian Sword Sect disciples, you might just be beaten, but if you ask for trouble for our Xuxian Sword Sect’s sword head, you might..."

The smile on his face even more: "The whole family is dead."

Everyone felt creepy and their scalp was numb. This was a bare-fruit threat! If it were other monks who threatened like this, they might not have taken it to heart.

But if this is said by Jian Cultivator... no matter who it is, he has to consider it...

Xu Peng's face suddenly turned pale, Xu Tiankun's eyes became more gloomy, and he was silent for a while. He picked up his arms and took them back. The spiritual power surged in the wound and instantly healed the wound.

Xu Qingsong stared at Bai Qingming silently, and a faint look of jealousy flashed deep in his eyes.

Both of them are geniuses of the same era, but now Bai Qingming can kill Hedao with one sword, but he... is still unable to break through the shackles of the third level in the fusion period.

With Xu Peng as the past lesson, no one dared to say a word of nonsense and looked at it silently.

On the high platform, King Ji Xian didn't seem to pay attention to these trivial matters below the stage, but just smiled and looked at Fang Chen quietly.

Fang Chen was also clumsyly refining the pills in front of him, giving everyone the feeling that they would make mistakes at any time.

After a while, Fang Chen finally removed the elixir fire and handed the elixir to King Ji Xian.

In the eyes of everyone, Fang Chen's clumsiness and Ji Liang's skill became a sharp contrast. Fang Chen had already lost in this contest.

But no one just started to mock him.

King Ji Xian took Fang Chen's pill, glanced at it a few times, then nodded, and began to comment on the pills refined by Xia Ji:

"Your pill has ten impurities. If you train it to eight points, your talent for alchemy is not weak."

Tens of impurities have gone eight points?

A monk who was proficient in alchemy narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Xia Ji a few more times. Although they could do it now, they had been immersed in this way for many years, but the other party was just a junior, and they had not even condensed the golden elixir.

King Ji Xian looked at Ji Liang and smiled: "I have put a lot of effort into it every day, right?"

Ji Liang Gongji nodded: "I often practice alchemy at home."

"Well, very impurities, you went nine points."

The way of the immortal king.

Ten is nine points?

Everyone can already predict the ending.

Then King Ji Xian looked at Fang Chen: "You seem to have never been exposed to alchemy, but your control over spiritual power is far beyond ordinary people. Tens of impurities have gone to tens of them. You can enter my wasteland academy to study alchemy."

Ten impurities...got ten?

The smile on Ji Liang's face gradually froze.

Bai Qingming laughed: "Xiao Fang, no wonder you were attracted by Emperor Yuntian. Look, let alone practicing swords, you have talent even if you practice alchemy!"

"How is it possible... Ji Liang actually lost to him!?"

Xu Peng and others' eyes showed a hint of astonishment, a little disbelief.

Originally, Ji Liang had an internal quota for this time. Even if he had to take the exam, he would be able to defeat everyone with his strength.

But now... the other party was intercepted by someone!

"You four are here to follow me."

King Ji Xian looked at the four people, waved his sleeves, and each of them got a defunct pill.

This is a waste pill refined from thousands of spiritual materials, and it is also from the hands of the Immortal King. Although it cannot be taken, as long as you comprehend it, you can gain considerable insights into the alchemy.

Obtaining these four pills means that they have been recognized by King Ji Xian and have been qualified to enter the wasteland courtyard.

A flash of light flashed away, and King Ji Xian and the four of them disappeared, and the platform that had previously transformed from the spiritual veins also disappeared quietly.
Chapter completed!