The small thunder whip turned into a ray of lightning, and was thrown towards Jian Fengyun's face.

The people around seemed to see Jian Fengyun's miserable situation being slapped by the little thunder whip, staring with breath and widening their eyes.

Compared to the nervousness of the people around him, Jian Fengyun just frowned slightly.

This small thunder whip is a top-grade mysterious spiritual weapon. A third-level thunder inscription is engraved on the whip. It is a good weapon to deal with warriors in the Lingfu realm.

However, even if it is a good weapon, it will not pose any threat to him at all when used in the hands of a servant at the peak of the Spiritual Yuan Realm.

On the contrary, this condescending attitude made Jian Fengyun very dislike. When could a servant despise him?

The little thunder whip fell, but the picture was different from what everyone imagined.

Jian Fengyun's body did not even flash, and the sword energy condensed in the palm of his hand, causing a crystal white light to spread out in his entire hand, and he directly reached out to grab the small thunder whip.

The small thunder whip fell into Jian Fengyun's hand, and the lightning flashed and disappeared, like a fire falling into the water.

"Down!"

Jian Fengyun snorted coldly and directly pulled the servant outfit into the ground along the little thunder whip.

Immediately afterwards, the sword Yuanli condensed on his feet and stepped on the servant's chest.

"Puff~"

The servant opened his mouth and thrust a mouthful of blood, then glared at him and fell into a coma.

In an instant, everyone around took a breath of air conditioning. What's going on?

A middle-aged warrior who was at the peak of the Lingyuan Realm holding a small thunder whip was actually instantly shot by a young man with bare hands in the late stage of the Lingyuan Realm.

Jian Fengyun, what kind of monster is he? He defeated all the eight new young talents in Bei'an City, and now he has a warrior who is holding a weapon like a small thunder whip in one move.

What is even more surprising is that Jian Fengyun actually raised his foot and kicked the middle-aged warrior who was unconscious under his feet out. A crisp sound of bone shattering sounded, and then it fell heavily on the ground in the distance, with dust flying.

Oh my God, that's a servant of the Pan family. He held the secret treasure of the Pan family's unique product. He saw that his status was not low, but he was still kicked out with a single move by Jian Fengyun.

This kick means offending the Pan family in the imperial city!

"Those who insult others will always insult you!"

Jian Fengyun threw the dim little thunder whip in his hand aside, patted the dust on his robe, and spoke lightly.

The little girl Han Bing'er, who was beside her, had long been frightened by Jian Fengyun. The candied haws in her hand fell to the ground, and her big eyes flashed, looking like a good baby.

"Brother Fengyun, Bing'er knows that he is wrong. Can we go home? "

Jian Fengyun originally wanted to scold her, but when she saw her pitiful look, she couldn't help but feel soft and said helplessly, "I know I'm wrong now, so I won't apologize to the owner!"

"I'm sorry to the owner of the car. Bing'er knew he was wrong. Bing'er would never dare to do it next time!" The little girl stood in front of Lan Jing horse with a grievance, and her big eyes instantly became moist.

Snee~~Snee~~

When Lan Jingma heard the little girl's words, she sneered at her nose, as if she was saying, "You don't believe this, let alone a human being."

"Haha, you are the Jian Fengyun mentioned in my brother's letter, and it looks very useless!"

At this moment, a proud young man walked out in the carriage, followed by an old man with a hunched back.

"Sure enough, it's Pan Jun, the son of Pan Jiajun, who is born with the highest-quality spiritual roots, one of the ten young masters in the imperial city, and the thirteenth young man on the Xuanhuang list. I heard that his strength had just broken through the Lingfu realm not long ago."

"Young Master Pan Jiajun heard that he was invited by Qingxuan Taoist Academy, one of the Fourth Courtyards three years ago, and could go to study in an extraordinary way, but he refused. He threatened to enter the Tianyang Taoist Academy, the No. 1 in the Fourth Courtyards, with his strength."

"Is this the hero of the dynasty? As soon as I came out, I felt an invisible aura!"

When the people around saw the proud boy in the carriage, they instantly burst into trouble and talked a lot.

Pan Jun's words were filled with unconcealed hostility, and in his eyes, he was killed and condensed.

"I am Jian Fengyun, but what are you!"

Jian Fengyun's eyes were sharp and he looked back at Pan Jun on the carriage.

"Bold, you dare to offend the young master!" The hunchbacked old man in the carriage whispered in an instant, and the next moment, the peak of the Lingfu realm burst out.

Everyone just felt a sank on their bodies, and an invisible pressure fell on them.

At the same time, the hunchbacked old man took action, leaving a phantom in the air, and blasted out with a palm and hit Jian Fengyun directly.

That time, it was like a flash of thunder. In the instant of the flying wing, everyone felt a gust of wind blowing, and the figure of the old man appeared in front of Jian Fengyun in the next breath.

Others didn't notice it, but Jian Fengyun realized it. The emperor's spiritual sense was felt when the hunchbacked old man spoke.

"Imperial Sword Way!"

In an instant, nine illusory long swords on Jian Fengyun's body penetrated into his body, and the sword energy soared into the sky, blocking the fist of the hunchbacked old man.

boom!

A strong collision of sword elemental power and spiritual power sounded, and a strong shock wave burst out from the air.

Where the two collided, the green rocks on the ground shattered and opened directly, dust was flying, and the gravel splashed, making it difficult to see what happened.

After a moment, the dust disappeared, and the hunchbacked old man stood on the ground. The stone slab had turned into powder and there were a few blood marks on his fist.

On the other side, Jian Fengyun's feet were also trapped in the stone ground, but his clothes were still neat, but three of the nine illusion spirit swords flying in the air were slowly recovering from the breakage.

"You are looking for death!" The old man saw that his punch did not get any benefits, so he took out a big axe. The runes flashed on the axe's edge, radiating a powerful power.

"stop!"

At this moment, Pan Jun on the carriage suddenly spoke.

I saw his eyes slightly move, and then he looked at Jian Fengyun meaningfully.

"You are a sword cultivator. You can reach a higher level and higher challenge. It's interesting, but..."

The young man paused slightly and said immediately.

"But you offended me and Qingyun Jian family. Today I will give you a finger, and leave the rest to the monster from Jian family to teach you!"

After saying that, a thunderous light flashed in the young man's arrogant pupils, and then he slowly raised his hand, and a thunderous aura condensed between his fingers.

"The best thunder attribute spiritual root!"

Jian Fengyun frowned, and the next moment, the nine illusory spirit swords floating beside him condensed into a forbidden place.

Looking at Jian Fengyun's actions, a contemptuous smile appeared on Pan Jun's face, as if he was mocking a floating man who wanted to shake the sky.

"Thunder finger!"

Pan Jun's finger fell, and several rays of lightning condensed into an illusory finger, which was extremely dazzling, making the air paralyzed for a moment.

Seeing Pan Jun's gaze, Jian Fengyun's eyebrows suddenly condensed, and the spirit stone was thrown out, and he wanted to condense a defensive formation.

That finger was too fast, as fast as heavenly thunder, better than floating light, and Jian Fengyun's formation fell before it was formed.

Thunder fell on the illusory spiritual sword condensed by Jian Fengyun. The nine swords were broken and did not even block a breath, and directly turned into pieces and dissipated in the air.

Jian Fengyun felt that his body was like he was hitting the sun, and his body turned into a stream of light and flew out fiercely, hitting the ground in the distance.

The ground was smashed into pieces in an instant, and the stone slabs on the ground directly turned into stone powder and flew all over the sky.

The crisp sound of bone shattering sounded, and all the internal organs were severely damaged. Jian Fengyun directly spit out a mouthful of blood. Under him, the stones that were shattered into a spider web.

But he stood up, pressing his palm against his somewhat collapsed chest, his eyes flushed.

(End of this chapter)...

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Chapter completed!