Chapter 410: Xu Qi’an vs Cao Qingyang

Chapter 410: Xu Qi’an vs Cao Qingyang

Third grade?

Cao Qingyang has been promoted to the third rank?

The clamor exploded with a bang, everyone’s expression was unusually wonderful, Da Bong Jianghu hadn’t seen a third grade martial artist for many years.

Although the Martial Arts Alliance claimed that the first old ally was still alive, no one had ever met him, and that old piker who was the same age as the country had long been extinct for hundreds of years.

Now that Cao Qingyang has been promoted to the third rank, the prestige of the Wulin Alliance will swell to its highest ever, while the Zhenbei King of the Dafeng court happened to perish some time ago .

Does this mean that the jungle martial artists are going to rise up?

Will the landscape of Da Bong change as a result?

The most excited are the Martial Arts Alliance forces, a jianghu organization with a third rank supporting it on the stage, and being hidden from the world and not only manipulating it behind the scenes, are very different concepts.

There was only one Zhenbei King in the Da Feng court, and he perished.

Now, our Lord Cao is also a Third Grade, what does that mean? It means that in the jianghu, the Wulin League will be the second most powerful force in the Central Plains after the imperial court.

After the death of the King of Zhenbei, there is only one supervisor in the court. And the Martial Arts Alliance, the old and new allies, the two third-ranked, it’s not too much to call the second, right?

“Is he already a third grade .”

Xiao Yue Nu’s beautiful eyes were colorful, sincerely rejoicing for the Martial Arts Alliance and sincerely admiring the Alliance Master Cao Qing Yang.

She was a generation lower than Cao Qingyang, and she remembered that when her mother was the owner of the building back then, she had once commented that this martial arts ally’s natural talent was not top-notch, and his character was not outstanding.

If it wasn’t for the former alliance master’s promotion that could be described as unreasonable, Cao Qingyang wouldn’t have been able to become a martial arts alliance master at all.

But after so many years, Cao Qingyang proved himself with the facts, he became the top three of the Martial Ranking early on and asked for the Sword State Martial Forest, and now he has even been promoted to the third rank, becoming a handful of existences in the martial artist system.

“The Alliance Master has actually been promoted to the third rank?” Divine Fist Gang Leader Fu Jingmen couldn’t hide his shock as his eyes widened.

“In that case, the Nine-Colored Lotus Flower is within reach. And with the alliance master’s appreciation for Xu Yinluo, he won’t hurt his life so it seems that we have a huge loss by withdrawing from the fight.”

Ink Pavilion Master Yang Cui Xue regretted.

The two men looked at each other, their hearts aching for breath.

Since they voluntarily chose to withdraw, in the future, when the Nine-Colored Lotus Flower matured, there would be no part for their two factions.

Fu Jingmen’s heart crossed his teeth and grunted, “No, even if I spill my guts, I still demand forgiveness from the ally.”

Yang Cui Xue face skin twitching, Fu Jing door age than Cao ally small, spilling the beans is no harm, he is bigger than Cao Qingyang, although the jianghu to force as the honor, but the same importance of seniority.

He couldn’t pull it off, but it hurt.

On this side, there was rejoicing, but on the other side, in the Moon’s Villa, the disciples of the Heaven and Earth Society were as pale as dirt.

Just a moment ago, the confidence and fervor Xu Qi’an had built for them had, at this moment, dissipated.

“Heaven did not give birth to me, Yang Qianyi, and the Great Bong is as long as the night!”

Yang Qianyi shouted and maneuvered the bed crossbow artillery to aim at Cao Qingyang with a round of saving fire.

It was the last of his stubbornness.

Then, without thinking, he slipped away with a teleport.

“Boom boom boom!”

Cao Qingyang raised his hand, gently wiping it in front of him, a barrier made entirely of air appeared, cannonballs exploded, crossbows and arrows snapped, and within three feet of him, the waves were unperturbed.

This scene made the onlookers of the group more and more sure that he was promoted to the third rank, and the fourth rank couldn’t do this kind of weight lifting.

Cao Qingyang slowly stepped into the formation and walked in front of Nangong Qianlou, his voice calm, “You are Wei Yuan’s righteous son, people with backgrounds are always different, I’ll give you a choice.

“Make way, then I will not bother with you. If you don’t, you will live and die.”

Cao Qingyang’s character is like this, scrupulous of the other party’s background, he will also say it in a dignified manner.

Nangong Qianlou glanced at him, his face grim, and after a few seconds of silence, he retreated to the side.

Since the other party was a Third Grade, there was no need to send them to their deaths. Furthermore, guarding the Lotus Seed was just a task, and not one that had to be completed, there was no need to put your life on the line for it.

Cao Qingyang nodded slightly and continued traveling deeper into the Moon’s Mountain Villa.

The second level is the sword formation!

The main archer, Chu Yuanzhuan.

The scholar in a green shirt, with his feet on the eye of the formation, looked indifferently at the approaching Cao Qingyang, not scrupulous or fearful just because he was a third rank.

“I’ll only make one sword, and after that, I’ll let you come and go as you please.”

When Cao Qingyang heard this, his eyes fell on the longsword behind his back and said, “Is it that sword behind your back?”

“You are not qualified to make me make this sword.” Chu Yuanzhan said indifferently.

“Look out.”

Cao Qingyang nodded, that is the sword of intention, unqualified, referring not to strength, but the wrong target.

“Then you’re not even close.” Alliance Master Cao added in a calm tone.

Chu Yuanzhuan merged his fingers like swords, facing the sky, and in an instant, sword qi filled the sky and the earth.

Cao Qingyang, who was in the middle of it, only felt that he was in the middle of a sea of swords, the ground under his feet, the sky above his head, and the air around his body, all of them turned into swords.

It’s sword power!

Chu Yuanjian took a step forward and handed out his sword finger towards Cao Qingyang.

He did not have a sword in his hand, nor had he ever condensed anything into a sword, but in Cao Qingyang’s eyes, there was a majestic sword light that illuminated heaven and earth, and with a sharpness that could not be overcome, it shot forward.

This sword was handed out, and heaven and earth shared a killing opportunity.

Cao Qingyang slowly clenched his fist, meeting the sword light with a straight fist, meeting the killing machine of heaven and earth with the personal greatness of a martial artist.

Chu Yuanjian’s “sword” crumbled inch by inch in his fist, and the broken sword qi left a trail of sword marks on the ground, horizontal or vertical, skimming or slanting!

A closer look, each sword mark implies a special “sword momentum”, for the jianghu dispersed people, each sword mark here, is the top of the sword.

If one could comprehend one or two of them, one’s cultivation would surely rise greatly.

“I lost.”

Chu Yuanjian’s right hand trembled slightly, as if it was in spasm, and he reluctantly arched his hand to get out of the way.

“By utilizing the formation to condense the momentum, with this sword of yours, even a fourth-grade martial artist would have to drink hate.” Cao Qingyang gave an extremely high evaluation.

He dusted off his sleeves and continued deeper in, and within a few moments, he came upon Lina, the little black piñata of the southern border.

“So this level, it’s force?” Cao Qingyang merely swept a glance at her and saw through her identity of the Force Compulsion Department.

“I’ll only throw one punch, too.” Lina glared at him.

“Cool.” Cao Qingyang laughed.

Lina stopped talking, took a deep breath, and began to gather her strength.

Her chest rose and fell slightly, and then violently, as a fierce wind blew up from the flat ground, causing exaggerated airflow movements with every breath she took.

An invisible force was added to her body, an increase from the Origin Formation.

After a dozen or so breaths, her face began to flush, and her neck, arms, and other exposed skin were also tinted with a layer of blood red, like a boiled shrimp.

Bang, bang, bang… Lina’s heart was like a dense drumbeat. Lina’s heart was like the sound of dense drums, continuous pieces, in the case of an ordinary martial artist, his heart would have been overwhelmed and exploded on the spot.

Her blood was like a drowning flood, rushing through her veins, and her body revived like a sleeping beast.

A bizarre pattern appeared on the surface of the skin, like a tattoo, and it was permeated with a demonic beauty.

Click!

The ground chafed with a loud, dull thud as Lina clenched her fists like a stray arrow in the process, and the air felt like it was being clenched and exploded.

Boom.

After many years, Xu Qi’an heard the roar from the supersonic fighter again.

Lina’s punch surpassed the speed of sound.

The sound was only momentary, and was replaced by an even louder one, similar to the explosion of a cannonball.

Although many people did not see the scene, or could not catch it with their naked eyes, they were able to deduce the last explosion by virtue of the change in sound, originating from the collision of the two men.

The shockwave lifted up the lapis lazuli slabs, blowing all the surrounding houses, trees, wigwams, and other things, flying and blowing them down, forming a circular zone with a diameter of more than ten meters.

There was only bare ground in this circular area, even the paved lapis lazuli was gone.

Lina sat on the ground panting heavily, her right arm drooping helplessly, her entire arm, including her palm, with all its bones shattered.    Cao Qingyang shook his aching fist and sighed tersely, “Based on qi alone, the Force Compulsion Department is unrivaled in the world.”

At the third level, he saw a stout monk, standing with his hands folded, his face bitter and hateful.

“Looking at you, you don’t seem to be retreating? Want to fight me too?” The purple-robed ally smirked.

He whirled around and glanced around, realizing that the surrounding mists were shrouded in mist, making it easy to lose one’s sense of direction.

“This seems to be a mesmerizing formation that doesn’t add to your battle power.” Cao Qingyang reminded, “You haven’t even reached the fourth rank, aren’t you afraid that I’ll slap you to death?”

Everest did not respond and took a step back, the mists immediately swam and engulfed him.

After a few seconds, Cao Qingyang’s ears moved slightly and he swung his palm towards the left rear.

With a muffled grunt, Hengyuan appeared and staggered back as he once again introduced the mists, then appeared behind Cao Qingyang, but was knocked straight out by a ferocious backward lean from the purple-clothed ally who had been aware of it.

Never got up again.

Cao Qingyang continued on his way, penetrating through the mists and arriving at a courtyard, where there were gusts of ghastly winds, ghosts crying out, and a phantom that wasn’t real enough to be a ghost wandered in the air, emitting a shrill whistling sound.

“You’re not a third class.”

Amidst the cries of ten thousand ghosts, Li Miaozhen floated in the air, silently looking down at Cao Qingyang.

Her body looked like substance, but it wasn’t a real physical body, but her Yin God.

The Taoist Sect was best at spells in the realm of Yuan Shen, and even sorcerers who were also good at that realm were a step behind the Taoist Sect.

Takeshi is known for his destructive power, for his physical skills, and for his genjutsu, which, while not a shortcoming, is not outstanding either.

This Ten Thousand Ghosts Grand Formation was specialized in restraining fourth grade martial artists.

“It’s true that I’m now a Third Grade, only that the Yuan Shen is still close to being a Third Grade.” Cao Qingyang said frankly.

The Essence Blood bestowed by the Old Ancestor had allowed him to experience the terrifying and powerful Third Grade Martial Artist for a short period of time, but his Yuan Shen remained at the original realm.

Li Miaozhen took out an illusory mirror and shone it in the air, presenting Cao Qingyang’s figure in the mirror.

She reached into the mirror and took the figure out, snapping her fingers into a scarecrow.

A stream of undead lunged at the scarecrow, crushing its limbs and head.

Li Miaozhen probed her hand and grabbed an illusory cone in the void and was about to stab the scarecrow’s brow.

Cao Qingyang’s qi shook, only to see the scarecrow violently explode and disperse, blowing the undead that were pressing down on him into pieces together.

Li Miaozhen held her head high and suddenly erupted in a shrill whistling sound.

In the formation, the densely-packed shadowy souls similarly raised their heads and let out mournful screams.

The intangible and qualitative sound waves were like steel nails piercing into Cao Qingyang’s brain, stirring his Yuan Shen and destroying his sanity.

At the same time, the clothes on Cao Qingyang’s body rebelled, the belt attempted to strangle him, the clothes attempted to bind him, and the left and right sleeves were knotted to disguise the binding of his hands.

Taking advantage of the other party’s trance, Li Miaozhen swooped down, allowing herself to transform into a sharp arrow and shoot towards Cao Qingyang’s brow.

Behind her are thousands of troops.

The undead swarmed around her and followed her.

Cao Qingyang woke up in time and bit his tongue, spitting out a mouthful of blood mist.

Chuckle.

The undead touched the blood mist and dissipated with a scream.

Li Miaozhen rolled around in the air in agony, letting out mournful cries as her Yin God dimmed a few points.

“But my qi and blood is of the third grade, and my tongue blood is the most rigid and yang, so if you haven’t achieved the Yang God, you can’t be subjected to my blood.” Cao Qingyang laughed.

“It’s not easy to raise ghosts, are you going to put these dead souls away yourself, or am I going to transcend them for you?” He kindly laughed.

Li Miaozhen did her best, her Yin God returned to her physical body, and then she took off the incense pouch on her waist, opened the knot, and collected her dead soul back.

In one breath, he broke five levels in a row, and the hard work of the Moon Villa layout was like child’s play in front of Cao Qingyang, destroying the ancient and crushingly breaking down.

“Alliance Master Cao is unrivaled in the world, a first-class hero in the world.”

“Unbelievable, I thought it would be a bitter battle, but I didn’t expect it to be this easy.”

“Alliance Master Cao, I wonder if we can get a piece of the pie, we are willing to serve the Martial Arts Alliance.”

The vast number of men and horses followed the path opened up by Cao Qingyang and drove straight in.

The crowd’s faces were filled with smiles, the committee really didn’t expect Cao Qingyang to be so tough, turning a battle between the dragons and the tigers, hard to turn into a family game.

The arrays painstakingly set up by high-grade warlocks, and the outstanding disciples of the Celestial and Human Sect personally sitting in on them, these were not enough to create a hindrance to Cao Qingyang.

It’s a force to be reckoned with.

If Alliance Master Cao hadn’t stepped into the Third Grade, this might have been a bitter battle, but now, there was no obstacle at all to taking away the Nine-Colored Lotus Flower, and it could be said to be a handful.

“So the ally master has it all figured out, no wonder he never cared about our attitudes and was unconcerned about Yang Cui Xue and Fu Jing Sect’s withdrawal.” The Thousand Chance Sect’s Sectmaster lamented.

“Then the purpose for which he summoned us…” The orchid-hearted Xiao Yuenu murmured, followed by silence.

The answer was obvious, Cao Qingyang’s purpose of gathering all the major gangs was not to deal with the Moon’s Villa, their real enemies were the Earth Sect, and the courtiers.

Even the scattered people of the jungle who came in groups were among the enemies to be defended against.

If it was just the Moon’s Mountain Villa, Alliance Master Cao alone could crush it.

The disciples of the Heaven and Earth Association gritted their teeth in frustration as they gathered together, forced backward by the group of males.

There was no longer any need for them to guard their positions, for originally, in the expectations of the crowd, it was supposed to be a bitter battle, a battle of horned endurance.

Despair surged through every disciple’s heart.

“Yo, that little beauty is so watery, haha, old me doesn’t want the lotus seed, grab a beautiful girl back.”

Someone in the disciple group saw the Autumn Cicada Clothes, and their eyes instantly glowed.

Autumn Cicada Cloth’s posture was outstanding even in the Ten Thousand Flowers Tower where there were many beautiful women.

Among the Jianghu casual cultivators, there was never a lack of hobnailed meat and lsp, and right away, there were a few hans who called out to their friends and surrounded towards Autumn Cicada Clothes and the others.

Seeing this, the Earth Sect’s demonic Taoist laughed sorrowfully, “That’s right, even if we can’t get the lotus seed, if we can snatch back a beautiful woman, it’s not a waste of this trip.”

“If you guys don’t make a move, then we’ll get a head start.”

The Taoist priests of the Earth Sect are encouraging the Jianghu pikers to take action and kill all these “traitors” of the Earth Sect who refuse to join the devil’s path.

The disciples of the Heaven and Earth Society retreated again and again, retreating to the deepest part of the mountain villa, to the cold pool where the nine-colored lotus flowers were kept.

When we retreat to the cold pool, where else can we retreat?

At that time, it can only be a fight to the death.

The disciples of the Heaven and Earth Association revealed a look of determination.

The battle on this side didn’t open because at this time, everyone heard cold laughter coming from the direction of the Cold Pool:

“Alliance Master Cao, why don’t you wait, I’ll kill this kind of curmudgeon first and then come back to fight you.”

Those Jianghu people who coveted the beauty of Autumn Cicada Cloth immediately silenced their voices and collected their thoughts.

They were still afraid of Xu Yinluo.

Autumn Cicada Clothes was like a weight off her shoulders, only feeling as if that voice had a special magic power that filled people with a sense of security.

Both sides confronted each other while moving, and soon came to the edge of the cold pool, and the first thing they saw was the nine-colored lotus flower swaying in the pool’s haze.

An old Taoist sits cross-legged by the pool.

On the road leading to the Cold Pool, there stood a young man in black power suit with a high ponytail, pressing the hilt of his sword with one hand as he was confronting Cao Qingyang.

In terms of momentum, it actually did not lose half a point.

“There doesn’t seem to be any formations on this level? How does Xu Yinluo plan to defend it.” Cao Qingyang’s smile was gentle, radiating the confidence of a will to win.

In a flash, a single gaze, hundreds of “spectators”, looked at Xu Qi’an in unison.