Chatper 14 (1/2)

After three days of small competitions within the peak, Chu Yan passed all the way and went straight to the group finals, which shocked everyone. Everyone thought that Chu Yan had just broken through to the third floor of the Qi training period, and his strength must be unstable. Even the cultivators can't beat them, but the reality is that their eyes are destroyed.

Chu Yan reached the group finals without using a single ray of spiritual power or casting a single spell, relying only on a domineering big iron rod and brute force.

Chu Yan's real strength now has the eighth level of Qi training, and after forging his body in the black beam of light, his physical strength is now enough to compete with the tenth-level cultivator in the Qi training period, plus the big iron rod weighing more than 200 pounds. , a cultivator of ordinary strength is really not Chu Yan's opponent.

Today is the group final~

A man with a stern face stood opposite Chu Yan. The man's name was Zhao Yunhai, and his strength had reached the fifth level of the Qi training period.

"Chu Yan, I have to admit that you are a character, but your brilliance will come to an end today. You know the gap between the mid-qi training period and the early Qi training period!"

Zhao Yunhai looked at Chu Yan with a hint of admiration in his heart, but at the same time there was a hint of ruthlessness in his eyes, someone wanted Chu Yan's life, and a little guy like himself could only do what he wanted.

"let's start!"

Chu Yan said lightly.

"Okay, today I'll see how your mortal soldier resists my fairy magic weapon~ Come out!"

Zhao Yunhai spit out the word, and saw a three-foot flying sword flying out of his savings bag, with a light blue light on it.

"go~"

Zhao Yunhai recited the sword tactic in a low voice, and pointed at Chu Yan with one finger, and the flying sword struck at Chu Yan.

"Who do you think will win this time?"

"Nonsense, of course Zhao Yunhai, do you think that mortal soldier can fight against magic weapons?"

However, in the next moment, the man's eyes widened:

"Bang~"

Chu Yan held the iron rod in both hands and slammed towards the flying sword. The sound of a huge metal crash was heard, and the flying sword was directly sent flying by such a huge force.

"What?? Is that really an ordinary iron rod?"

"Can you fight with the magic weapon? This~"

"Chu Yan hasn't used his spiritual power yet~"

...

The onlookers all had expressions of surprise on their faces. Zhao Yunhai was pale at this time, the magic weapon was damaged, and he was also injured.

"kill~"

Zhao Yunhai roared angrily and recited the sword art again, the light blue light above the flying sword suddenly flourished and flew towards Chu Yan again.

A faint smile appeared on Chu Yan's face, and he walked towards Zhao Yunhai step by step.

"Bang~"

The flying sword attacked from Chu Yan's side, and was still smashed by Chu Yan with a stick~

"Bang~"

The flying sword came from behind Chu Yan again, and Chu Yan smashed it with a stick like a long eye in the back of his head~

"Bang bang~"

Under the eyes of everyone who looked at a monster, Chu Yan smashed the flying sword to Chu Yan again and again, and kept approaching Zhao Yunhai.

"Bang~"

The flying sword was smashed by Chu Yan again, and Zhao Yunhai stood in front of Chu Yan with blood on the corner of his mouth.

"Do you want to fight again?"

Chu Yan smashed the flying sword away again, carried the iron rod on his shoulders, and said indifferently.

"I haven't lost yet~"

At this moment, Zhao Yunhai suddenly stretched out a hand from behind, and a light blue light thorn condensed out of his hand.

"Die~"

Low-level four-pattern spell: Aoki thorn

"Too slow~"