C167 Realm is just a way of saying (2/2)

With a casual wave of his hand, dust floated into the air, and a white light appeared around purple-robed Taoist's body. The white light gradually weaved into a net, which then fell from the sky and faced Ye Qian.

Ye Qian snorted: ”Spell, I never thought that a small Worldly Immortal would use such a spell. Not bad, not bad, looks like the people on Earth aren't as weak as I thought!”

”Since you've used a spell, then how can I teach you the usage of the Eastern Mysterious Immortal technique?”

With that, Ye Qian formed a seal with his finger, and bellowed: ”Scatter!”

That enormous net had disappeared into nothingness in the air before it landed on Ye Qian's body.

purple-robed Taoist was initially overjoyed, thinking that with a single attack, he would be able to bring this arrogant little fellow back. However, his complexion quickly changed. The technique that he had cultivated for so many years had been broken so easily and he could not even tell how it had been broken.

”Fellow daoist, use whatever else you have!” ”It's best not to use such a small trick. It would be unbefitting of the grace of a Worldly Immortal!”

After staring blankly for a long time, the purple-robed Taoist finally looked at Ye Qian in fear: ”I thought you only cultivated one of our Tao Clan's inner force skills, but never did I expect you to be able to use a Tao technique at such a young age. I wonder which sect this young friend will enter? ”

Ye Qian did not want to bicker with him, so he simply replied, ”Fellow cultivator, if you want to fight, just fight. Why do you need to ask so much? ”If you admit that you can't keep me here, then I will take my leave!”

purple-robed Taoist blushed. No matter what, he had been a Innate Expert for many years, but he was actually made fun of by a little kid who had just entered the Dragon Elephant Stage. If his peers were to find out about this, they would laugh their teeth off.

”Alright, since little friend has said so, then Poverty-stricken People will show you some of your true abilities and verify them!”

Ye Qian laughed: ”Alright, I'll be waiting!”

purple-robed Taoist threw the dust that was floating in his hand and landed on the ground, standing firmly in the soil at the top of the mountain. In the next moment, purple-robed Taoist's aura crazily grew, and his silver hair started to dance in the air.

Ye Qian looked at him and gave a disdainful sneer, ”You look good, but you're just too flashy!”

In the Immortal World, even though everyone cultivated immortal arts, those so-called immortal arts were merely a show of battle between the low level immortals. When one reached a high level, any fancy techniques would have no use. Ye Qian had seen the Great Sky Sovereign Hao Tian do it before, he only needed one simple punch to turn a group of traitorous deities in the Heavenly Court into dust. Thus, no matter how powerful the immortal arts were, they could not be compared to his strength. This is a theorem.

The purple-robed Taoist had saved up for a long time, so Ye Qian quietly watched. If it was the past, Ye Qian would have already smashed this faking fella into smithereens with his fist after such a long time had passed.

Swish swish swish swish. With a few sounds, sword light flashed around purple-robed Taoist. Ye Qian counted and there were a total of nine swords.

”Little friend, the Poverty-stricken People is making his move, you must be careful!” The purple-robed Taoist reminded.

But Ye Qian laughed in his heart: This Taoist is truly an honest man, how can an expert remind their opponent? This kind of IQ only exists on Earth, who knows how many times he would die if he went to Celestial Realm.

Just as Ye Qian was thinking about this, the nine swords suddenly moved, and pounced towards Ye Qian.

Ye Qian did not dodge, but just said that it was a good idea, as he punched out with his huge fist.

Dingdang, with just one punch, the flying sword immediately withered. Is Nine Revolutions God Devil a joke? At the moment, Ye Qian's fists are much harder than the flying swords.

Ding dang, Dingdang, Dingdang, randomly attacking for a bit, even the purple-robed Taoist was frightened. He had never seen such an unorthodox method of punching, nor saw a person with such Dragon Elephant Stage.

”How, how is this possible, he, he isn't even a Dragon Elephant Stage?”

Just as he was speaking, Ye Qian's body had already arrived in front of the Old Daoist Purple Robe, he chuckled coldly: ”Fellow cultivator, realms are just a way of putting it, you're so stubborn!”

After saying that, Ye Qian completely ignored the flying swords behind him, and continued to raise his fist, directly smashing towards purple-robed Taoist. He immediately raised his hand and turned it into a palm, wanting to receive Ye Qian's punch.

Without the control of the purple-robed daoist, the flying swords that had been jumping a moment ago became lifeless, scattering to the ground with a clang.