Reincarnation is not here, and there is nothing to see here. Xiao Chen is watching with Qingcheng for a while, then turns around and leaves.

I just don’t know that at the moment of turning around, the human reincarnation vortex was broken into several petals, and the vortex of reincarnation was formed.

The precious light gathers, and the mysterious passage opens, and I don’t know where it leads.

Xiao Chen felt something, and when he looked back, the complete channel of reincarnation only existed for a moment, and had already broken open and he saw nothing.

Qingcheng then turned around and asked strangely: "What's wrong?"

"It's okay!" Xiao Chen smiled and said in his heart that the six realms of reincarnation were really broken. There is only this life in the world, and there is no future life.

The two of them successfully crossed the sea of ​​suffering, and met Xiaobai and the other two on the Naihe Bridge again. After briefly explaining what they encountered, they began to set off.

On the way back, according to Qingcheng's instructions, he directly placed the ghost ship on Naihe and headed backwards towards the upstream.

Half a day later, the water broke and passed through a fog. Several people miraculously appeared in the underworld, the place that was isolated from Yin and Yang.

Qingcheng smiled and explained, "Don't be surprised. Hell has broken and formed many space cracks. There are not many dangers. Instead, it is a shortcut to travel through the Nine Nether Purgatory, but only we want the ghost clan to know."

After returning to the ground, the few people took a long breath and finally came out alive.

Qingcheng returned the flag of reincarnation to Xiao Chen and said with a smile: "Goodbye, your royal ceremony will be less than two months left. At that time, if there is no accident, I will go over and join in the fun."

Apart from the heart disaster, Qingcheng seemed much more relaxed. After saying hello to everyone, he left calmly.

The Sword Sect List Competition is half a month away from the Sword Sect List. Calculate the time, and it should be too late to rush back now.

Xiao Chen used the Wings of Freedom and used his magical powers that were far away from the world, and finally sent Xiaobai over before the competition was held.

He himself was not so lucky. The competition on the Knife Sect List was held seven days ago.

Wen Ziran, the eldest disciple of the King of Sword Wu Xiaotian, successfully entered the top ten and has now spread throughout the Xuan Realm and is famous all over the world.

Xiao Chen came to the sword-making peak with a hint of uneasiness. I wonder if Situ Leihong could be more accommodating.

The sword-making peak, like in the past, asked Situ Leihong's sword-making sword-making soldiers to line up from the top of the mountain to the end of the mountain, in an orderly manner.

Xiao Chen did not line up, and walked towards Zhujian Villa on the top of the peak amid the crowd of people's discussions.

"It's him, he's here again!"

"Xiao Chen in white, defeated all the disciples of the Sword King Liu Xiaoyun in Tianding City four months ago."

"He probably made a lot of money at the immortal fruit auction three months ago. I remember that several old quasi-emperors came and directly pushed the immortal fruit to a sky-high price, and many great masters didn't buy it."

"But it's strange that the sword sect list has been established for ten years. With his strength, he should have a chance to reach the top ten, so why didn't he see him?"

If we talk about the name Xiao Chen in the past, it was a bit far away from the people in the Xuanyuan Realm.

But in the battle on the sword-making peak, Ouyang Feng from the Zixiao Sword Sect easily defeated, held a high-profile auction of the immortal fruit, and then defeated the sword king's disciple in Tianding City.

Xiao Chen is the one who is the most popular person in the Xuan Realm recently.

As he walked along the way, Xiao Chen had no expression on his face as he listened to the discussion around him. He had something in his mind, and wanted to see Situ Leihong quickly, but he didn't know how to say it after meeting him.

Suddenly, Xiao Chen felt two pairs of gazes with great hatred and murderous aura. The murderous aura was not concealed at all, and he stared at him directly.

Xiao Chen turned his head and looked over his gaze. The corners of his mouth couldn't help but raise a little, revealing a smile.

The master of sight was Ouyang Feng who had just come to Zhujianfeng to teach him a lesson. As a result, he was slapped in the face by Xiao Chen and finally rolled down by his elders.

Next to him, there was an old man wearing a robe from the Zixiao Sword Sect, and his appearance was 70 or 80% similar to Ouyang Feng.

Judging from this look, it is not difficult to guess that it is mostly a father-son relationship.

The old man had the cultivation of a great master, and was full of energy, and his eyes suddenly surged. He did not look old at all, his eyebrows were like a sword, and his eyes were as close as a sharp sword to pierce the void.

Xiao Chen glanced at him and was no longer interested. It would be better not to mess with him, otherwise he would not mind. Use the Grand Master to test his current strength and how far he has reached.

After walking a few steps, they took the two of them directly over.

"stop!"

Ouyang Feng whispered a few words next to the old man, and the old man's face became extremely look-like, and he shouted coldly and called out to Xiao Chen.

Too lazy to pay attention, Xiao Chen continued to walk forward.

Whoosh!

The old man in purple clothes was furious, and rushed to Xiao Chen with a quick step, and said in a deep voice: "Didn't you hear me, did I? I'll tell you to stop."

Xiao Chen didn't care and smiled and said, "The legs are long under my feet. If I don't stand, what does it have to do with you?"

"I'm sharp-tongued. I'm asking you, before April, did you bully the weak, provoke disagreement, and hurt my son." The old man in purple asked with a momentum.

Sure enough, it was really a father-son relationship, so I am afraid I can't go directly to the villa now.

However, Xiao Chen was not afraid and chuckled softly: "The words are right, but did I hurt your son? Why don't I remember it? It seems that I just touched it lightly. At that time, many people could prove it, and your old friend Diao Jintao could also prove it."

When the old man in purple shirt mentioned this, the angry eyes of the old man in purple could not stop and was about to spit out. It took a lot of effort to calm down.

If I hadn't been hit by my son with severe injuries, I would have absolutely no way to recover without half a year of hard work.

He was so embarrassed that he just touched it lightly. As for Diao Jintao and the old man in purple, he was the least willing to hear this name now.

For the sake of the fruit of immortality, I ignored my relationship for many years and slapped Ouyang Fengfan down the mountain with a slap. It was a shame and humiliation.

"Okay, very good, I'll touch you gently today."

After gritting his teeth, the old man in purple was no longer suppressing his anger. He took a step forward and slapped Xiao Chen with a palm.

He held his own identity and felt that it would be a little too expensive to deal with a junior, with his great master's realm, even if he had to draw a sword.

But relying on the huge advantage of cultivation level, he slapped it hard.

With a palm slapped out, the wind and cranes were heard. When he reached the level of the Grand Master, he could open mountains and cut stones with just one palm, not to mention that the other party was angry.

The surging palm wind mixed with the old man in purple shirt was as heavy as a mountain. Before the palm wind arrived, a huge pressure came.

Many people behind Xiao Chen couldn't help but retreat.

But he himself did not move a single step. Seeing the terrifying momentum of Ksitigarbha King, the pressure of the old man in purple-shirted palm seemed to be the same as playing house with a child in Xiao Chen's opinion.

Since the other party is so powerful that he doesn’t even have a sword out, there is no need to draw the sword out!

The gods of heaven, the gods descend to earth, the power of twenty dragons!

The howling dragon sounded, and twenty huge dragon-shaped airflows appeared behind Xiao Chen, soaring up and down, and the stirring heaven and earth changed color.

He roared in unison, and the dragon power covered the sky, not giving the old man in purple a shirt a chance to regret it. Xiao Chen faced this storm, which was as powerful as a mountain, and took a step forward, and went straight to meet it.

Bang!

The fist and palms were intersecting, and the terrifying sounds sounded. The old man in purple clothes, who was attacking strongly, was directly blown out by Xiao Chen's punch.

His eyes were astonished, and the old man in purple opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood. After landing, he felt extremely painful with his right hand, and a crack on his bones spread, and his entire right arm was temporarily destroyed.

Xiao Chen stood with his hands behind his back and smiled, "Sorry, my body is brittle and I can't touch you. It's not like Mr. Ling, who has thick skin and flesh."

With a chuckle, Xiao Chen left.

The old man in purple shirt was so angry that he was so angry that he was temporarily disabled. He could not hold the sword at all. He was determined to find the place, but he was unable to fight again.

The other swordsmen lined up on the mountain all looked extremely solemn. Ouyang Long, the old man in purple shirt, was a real master.

But such a great master wanted to bully the small, but he was still beaten by Xiao Chen with a punch and had no temper.

When he saw the other party leaving, he didn't even dare to chase him, and he dared not speak out if he dared to be angry.

"What a pity. Xiao Chen doesn't participate in the competition on the Dao Zong list, it's really a pity."

"With such strength, you can definitely compete with Wen Ziran!"

"In recent years, my swordsmanship, compared with the swordsmanship, has been completely suppressed. The young swordsman in the Xuan Realm who has been suppressed by Wen Ziran is a little unable to raise his head, and another Xiao Chen comes out, alas!"

"It would be great if Yan Shisan was here. With Yan Shisan's strength and talent, he would be able to compete with these two people now."

"Yan Shisan, this man is drunk and has never been interested in what ranking of the Sword Sect list, and he has disappeared at all. Even the Yan family doesn't know where he is."

The swordsmen present gave the old man in purple some face. He was blown away by Xiao Chen with a punch, and not many people ridiculed him.

Ouyang Feng walked up to the old man in purple and complained: "Dad, what's wrong with you? Why do you do so much nonsense? Go up and cut him off with one sword."

Bang!

Ouyang Long was already quite unhappy after losing such a big face. At this moment, he heard Ouyang Feng’s complaints and slapped him.

"Shut up!"

The expression in his eyes was extremely cold. Ouyang Long was too lazy to deal with Ouyang Feng, so he sat cross-legged, using his skills to heal his injuries, and quickly recovered from the injury on his right arm.

I am preparing to wait for Xiao Chen to come out here, and I will not give him a chance at that time, and directly use his sword to fight against him. If I cannot defeat Xiao Chen today, he will not have to mess with this Xuan Realm in the future.

Inside the sword-making villa.

When Xiao Chen saw Situ Leihong, he looked at the other party's old god-like appearance and didn't know how to speak.

After all, at the beginning, he made a bold statement and wanted to get the Wannian Yan Crystal for the other party, but now he was going to make a mistake, but he was asking for it.
Chapter completed!