Good guy, it seems that Piaomiao Peak is about to face Qin Chao.

Now, they wanted to see Qin Chao's reaction.

"court death!"

Chiyo, who was standing behind Qin Chao, couldn't help but draw out the black knife again. Qin Chao held her hand, shook his head, then turned around and said with a smile.

"Haha, it is true that Piaomiao Peak is giving me face today. However, I still hope that the good people from Piaomiao Peak will do their best to the end, otherwise I will be somewhat embarrassed. Master Beitang, please take a seat."

With that said, he reached out his hand and took Beitang Batian's wrist.

"You look for……"

Before the word "death" could be uttered, Beitang Tyrant suddenly had cold sweat on his forehead.

He is a young master in the late Nascent Soul stage, and he is also a proud man in Piaomiao Peak.

Having just reached this level, he thought that among the younger generation of cultivators, he would have no rivals. Even Shen Qing, he might be able to fight.

Unexpectedly, when Qin Chao stretched out his hand, it was as if a Hercules had wrapped his arms around him, leaving him with no strength to resist.

Qin Chao's right hand, at some point, had a black dragon-shaped wrist armor.

He pulled Beitang Batian, just like he was carrying a little chicken, and sent him to the place where he should sit at Piaomiao Peak very casually.

The Beitang Tyrant was sitting there, his face turning green and red, not knowing what to do or what to say.

"Thank you, Master Beitang, for giving me this face."

Qin Chao didn't reveal the mechanism, he just smiled.

But just because he doesn't say it doesn't mean that the people around him can't understand.

Among the decent people here, there are few who have bad eyesight.

This Qin Chao clearly used his own power to forcibly restrain Beitang Batian, leaving him unable to even lift a finger.

Otherwise, with Beitang Batian's character, could he be sent back so honestly?

"This boy Qin is much stronger..."

Qingxiu Lao Dao also saw it clearly and couldn't help but say.

"What a terrifying speed of cultivation..."

Even Master Taixu of Wudang was trembling a little. "Master, junior brother, what is his current level of cultivation?"

"As far as that moment was concerned..."

The drunken man said nothing, but patted his wine gourd.

The cold sweat immediately fell down on Master Taixu's forehead.

The ninth level of the golden body?

God, how is this possible!

The last time he came to Wudang, he had the power of the fifth level of the golden body. If he had been the ninth level of the golden body, he would have killed himself long ago.

But I didn't expect that this time, people would jump to such a high position like they were playing on a trampoline!

He absolutely believed in his junior brother's vision, because his junior brother was a genius in Wudang practice for thousands of years. Although he was a bit sloppy and loved to drink, his strength was impressive.

Now, apart from the head senior brother, this junior brother is the most powerful of their generation.

It seems that there are some vague rumors that his junior brother is much more powerful than the senior brother who is the leader.

I don’t know if it’s true or not, and my junior brother never says anything and doesn’t like to show it.

My junior brother's cultivation level is terrifying enough, but I didn't expect that young man to be even more terrifying. His age is only 25!

How did he practice? Even if he has the body of an immortal, he cannot be so fast!

"Hehehe, long time no see, Master Qin is so majestic."

Soon, a new voice came from the sky.

Everyone looked up and immediately exclaimed.
Chapter completed!