C113 (1/2)
”Senior Sister, you want me to challenge him?”
Hearing Wei Xuanshuang's words, Long Hao Chen was stunned. He had never thought of going up to challenge some Qing-Yun Sect's ”genius disciple.” With his strength, even if he was a Martial Saint, he could kill him with a slap.
Thus, he did not even put the mere Spirit realm in his eyes.
”Are you going?”
Hearing Long Hao Chen's answer, the elegant brows of the scholar immediately wrinkled slightly. Her beautiful eyes coldly looked at Long Hao Chen, making Long Hao Chen suddenly and helplessly nod his head and agree.
”Junior brother Long, if you don't want to, I can go challenge him. It'll only take ten breaths of time to get one hundred thousand Spirit Stones. That's a bit too easy to earn.”
Meng Yun also said.
”Forget it, it's better if I go by myself!”
Long Hao Chen looked at Wei Xue Shuang's gaze and said helplessly. He directly jumped onto the stage from the bottom of the stage, his eyes sweeping across the Qing-Yun disciples, ”Among you all, who is going to fight me?”
Long Hao Chen's voice sounded a little weak. It was as if Wei Xue Shuang wanted to challenge him in the arena and had caused him to suffer such a grievance that the many Qing-Yun disciples' eyes were filled with disdain.
Even Gu Bai Zhi looked at Long Hao Chen with disdain, falling down from the arena.
”Fairy Wei, this junior of yours doesn't seem to want to challenge her!”
Gu Baizhi said sarcastically.
”Humph!”
Wei Xue Shuang glanced at Gu Bai Zhi and coldly snorted. She didn't take Gu Bai Zhi's words to heart. Her gaze was fixed on Long Hao Chen on the stage, and her beautiful eyes were fixed on Long Hao Chen.
”Kid, you're the one that wants to challenge me?”
After Long Hao Chen spoke, a disciple of the Qing-Yun Sect also came out. He looked at Long Hao Chen with disdain, and his tone was filled with arrogance; he did not place Long Hao Chen in his eyes at all.
”Mm, that's me. As long as I can last for ten breaths of time, that should be enough, right?”
Long Hao Chen asked this disciple at the Spiritual Martial Force from the Qing-Yun Sect.
”That's right.”
The disciple from the Qing-Yun Sect nodded in agreement. His eyes were still filled with disdain. He was already at the seventh level of the Spirit realm while Long Hao Chen was only at the fifth level.
A full level higher than Long Hao Chen, how could he put Long Hao Chen in his eyes?
”Boy, don't waste your breath, you can't last ten breaths of time. With your strength, I only need three breaths of time to make you scram from the arena!” The disciple from the Qing-Yun Sect replied immediately.
Soon after, he rushed towards Long Hao Chen. He clenched his fist with his left hand and a strong and incomparable spiritual energy appeared in his hand. Although he was only at the 7th level of the Spirit realm, his power was not any weaker than the spiritual energy of experts at the 9th level of the Spirit realm.
No wonder he could defeat a powerhouse at the ninth level of the Spirit realm after crossing two realms.
Boom!
When his fist was thrown out, it seemed as if even the air itself was blasted away. The terrifying spiritual energy directly turned into a fist shadow and bombarded towards Long Hao Chen. At the same time, his left hand formed a claw and grabbed towards Long Hao Chen's neck.
”Bam!”
Boom!
The terrifying shadow of the fist landed on Long Hao Chen's body and directly exploded on his chest. Afterwards, spiritual pressure spread in all directions, producing a huge sound, and Long Hao Chen himself didn't even move a single inch.
More importantly, the hand that was originally grabbing Long Hao Chen's neck was also tightly grasped by Long Hao Chen's right hand, causing the expression of this disciple to instantly become astonished.
”Is this your strength?”
Long Hao Chen frowned as he looked at this disciple of the Qing-Yun Sect. It was as if he was greatly disappointed by this disciple's strength, causing his complexion to become extremely unsightly.
”Kid, don't you dare be so arrogant!”