Chapter 209 Kunwu Villa, someone is stopping us!
"This Kunwu Villa is going too far. By sending these experts to guard the arena, isn't it obvious that we are not allowed to get a share of the pie?"
"It's just that the Divine Sword Sect didn't expect to get involved. It's really boring."
"Humph, I wouldn't have come here if I had known earlier."
About half a mile away from Kunwu Villa, there is a rather conspicuous arena, which covers an area of about fifty meters. It is made of special materials and is a specially built arena for competitions.
Needless to say, it is sturdy and strong!
Under the arena, there were densely packed weapons all around, including knives, swords, spears, halberds, and axes.
It is mottled and broken, standing upright like a forest. It is soaked in blood and looks dark red. It exudes a strong sense of coldness. You can feel the fear just by looking at it!
On the ring covered with sword marks, stood a stern young man in white robes.
The man had a cold face, holding a long sword in both hands, his eyes were full of coldness, and his whole body seemed to exude an icy coldness.
In fact, Kunwu Villa has held similar conferences many times. Although there may not be fake magic weapons presented each time, there are also some extraordinary spiritual weapons or treasures, or a chance to create them as rewards.
Naturally, it will attract a lot of people, and in order to screen people to enter, Kunwu Villa has set up rules.
Those who come to the ring must compete with the guards sent by Kunwu Villa, and only the winner will enter.
In the past, the people sent out were naturally not very strong, and many warriors could participate, but this time, a great expert who they didn't even dare to look at was sent to take charge.
Peng Yang, the elder of Kunwu Villa, was sitting on a high platform, holding a teapot in his hand, leisurely and unconcerned with the noise of the warriors.
Behind him were several fierce guards who never left him, and several beautiful maids who massaged and beat his legs.
This scene looks like an ordinary old rich man enjoying happiness.
"Hmph, what's the use of the Fan family if they can come up with this trick?
Do you really think the Kunwu Villa’s signboard still works? "
Peng Yang smiled.
Fan cleverly used the name of the Divine Weapon Conference to request support from outside forces. Naturally, he had already thought of it.
But what's the harm in getting this conference started?
Just to make those people give up is also a signal to the outside world!
Who has the final say in Kunwu Villa?
Want to participate in the conference?
He has to nod!
"People like the Fan family are indeed too rigid. The first elder is smart. He has cooperated with our Divine Sword Sect a long time ago, and won't he become famous early on?"
Next to him, Liu Yifan, the leader of the Divine Sword Sect, also responded with a smile.
"I just don't know if those two idiots ran away. After all, they are still a hidden danger."
Peng Yang thought that Fan Fanglin had escaped pursuit after leaving the villa, which made him feel incredible.
"I don't know who the boy found to protect him. Could it be that the old man named Fan is still alive?
No, I actually watched him being buried back then. "
Peng Yang was puzzled.
That day, Fan Fanglin sneaked away from the villa. Naturally, he couldn't escape his eyes. He also allowed him to slip away, and then let him die "unfortunately" outside. After all, if he died in the villa, it would be somewhat troublesome. How dare the other party Going out to seek death was also in line with his wishes.
I just didn't expect that this sure thing would go wrong.
So many experts were chasing him, but they were ambushed instead, and no one came back alive.
They sent people to inquire about the news, but they only knew a little bit about it. They only knew that the battle was over quickly with the flash of swords and shadows in the sky.
Hearing that Peng Yang was worried, Liu Yifan seemed very calm and just said softly:
"My junior brother Gu Han, the Frost Divine Sword, is ranked forty-one on the Earth Ranking, which is enough to suppress these people. We are just watching the show, and we don't know whether the mysterious man will take action.
If he takes action, he will never come back! "
After hearing this, Peng Yang also smiled and said:
"Then let's just watch a good show!"
The Divine Sword Sect is a first-rate force in Yunzhou. Although it has only been established for less than a hundred years, the sect's strength is extremely powerful.
The leader of this generation is called Liu Yifan. He is a master at the pinnacle of magical power. He is only one step away from condensing the Dharma. His physical body has been polished very strongly, his true energy has been transformed, and only his soul is still a little behind in cultivation. But this is also the most difficult thing. At this point, many warriors are stuck at this step. Without any opportunities or resources, they can only polish their skills with time.
The white-clothed swordsman Gu Han on the field is his junior brother, and his talent is also excellent. He is at the ninth level of the supernatural realm at a young age. He is just a little older and is not on the list, but his record is strong and he has surpassed many. The old timer has reached the top of the list.
There is no doubt about its strength.
Far from being comparable to those evil masters, the warriors of evil heretics usually take some side ways to improve their cultivation. They can only wait for death in the realm of magical powers for the rest of their lives, and the magical powers they have condensed are also some inferior magical powers.
Its foundation is frivolous and its skills are sparse. Usually, it can only rely on its cultivation to bully the weak. When encountering some ruthless people, it usually takes a detour.
Liu Yifan naturally looked down upon these people, and naturally he didn't care about their life or death.
"Um?"
Liu Yifan has extraordinary strength, and his ability to capture energy is naturally quite good. With a flash of his eyes, he caught an extremely powerful aura in the crowd.
"How does this person feel about his energy..."
Liu Yifan was surprised. This breath was quite strange, ethereal and difficult to capture, but he could feel its unfathomable depth.
Just as his thoughts flashed, a man in green clothes, unarmed, stepped onto the stage.
"Oh? You have entered the realm of supernatural powers at such a young age. You have some strength!"
Gu Han's eyes lit up on the stage, and he had some fighting spirit. His icy face had more vitality.
The cold currents from all directions rolled back, like waves hitting the shore, making the already cold weather even colder.
The sword named "Qingshuang" also made a sword sound, and the sword intent gushed out.
The celestial phenomena within a hundred steps changed. This is not something that an ordinary supernatural power can do, and Gu Han can do it because of his extremely high cultivation.
"Junior Brother Gu's cultivation seems to have deepened again. His Bingjue Zhenqi has transformed into Zhenyuan."
Liu Yifan's eyes shrank, full of surprise.
"What is the origin of that boy in blue? He looks like a master of the Divine Power Realm. Could he be the reinforcements that boy is looking for?"
Peng Yang showed surprise on his face, and was a little jealous in his heart.
Although he was talented in casting, he was average in martial arts practice. Even with a lot of resources, he was only at the Divine Refining Grandmaster Realm.
There is not much hope in the Divine Power Realm, let alone the Martial Saint. After all, his life span is short, and he can't enjoy happiness for long!
On the stage, Li Ming looked at the gatekeeper.
"Who is the gatekeeper?"
