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Mu Changfeng stood with a sword in hand, his brows slightly furrowed. "Zhao Wuhen, my Luochen Sword Sect was the first to discover this thing. If you from the Xuantian Dao Sect know what's good for you, please leave immediately and don't make things difficult for yourself."

Zhao Wuhen shook his head and tapped the ground lightly with his gun, causing a ripple of energy fluctuations.

"What a joke! Mu Changfeng, this place is originally an unowned land. Treasures belong to those with virtue. Why do you, the Luochen Sword Sect, have the right to monopolize it?"

Mu Changfeng narrowed his eyes slightly, and the sword energy slowly gathered around him, "Why? Because of the sword in my hand, Mu Changfeng!"

Zhao Wuhen sneered, "Relying on the sword in your hand! Let's see if your sword can block my shot!"

As soon as the words fell, the two of them moved almost at the same time.

Mu Changfeng swung his sword, and the sword light surged like a silver lightning, heading straight for Zhao Wuhen's face.

But Zhao Wuhen showed no sign of weakness. The spear in his hand turned into a black dragon, and the spear light condensed and stabbed towards him.

"clang!"

The sword and the gun collided, causing a harsh sound of metal friction.

A terrifying force surged out, shattering the trees around the two people.

The disciples around retreated one after another to avoid being affected by this force.

Afterwards, a disciple from the Luochen Sword Sect drew his sword and shouted, "You bastards from the Xuantian Dao Sect, prepare to die!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he jumped up, his sword flashed like a rainbow, and slashed directly at a disciple of Xuantian Dao Sect.

The disciple snorted coldly, swept his long sword across, and blocked the sword with all his might.

Disciples from both sides engaged in battle.

The sounds of shouting, roaring, and weapons clashing mixed together, and the air in the forest seemed to be dyed red with blood.

In the center of the two teams, a precious medicine with a golden halo all over its body was quietly suspended in the air, emitting a rich medicinal fragrance.

That spiritual medicine was actually the middle-grade holy medicine - Golden Flame Ganoderma!

Such treasures are priceless to cultivators in the Heavenly Realm.

At this time, Mu Changfeng swung his sword and forced Zhao Wuhen to retreat.

Immediately, his figure flashed and he headed straight for the Golden Flame Ganoderma.

Seeing this, Zhao Wuhen swung his gun and blocked the other party's way.

"Mu Changfeng, I, Zhao Wuhen, will definitely take this thing!"

Mu Changfeng looked indifferent and said in a cold voice: "That depends on whether you have the ability!"

After that, the two men clashed again.

The sword light and the spear light collided, bursting out with brilliant light.

The surrounding trees were destroyed and the ground was covered with cracks.

At the same time, the disciples of Luochen Sword Sect and Xuantian Dao Sect were also in a stalemate.

In the forest, the smell of blood became stronger and stronger.

Zhao Wuhen's spear was like a violent storm, and his attack was fierce.

However, Mu Changfeng's swordsmanship was like a rushing river, endless and endless.

Both sides are the elite of the younger generation in Xuantian Realm, so this battle is bound to be extremely difficult.

Mu Changfeng's eyes were like torches, and he thought to himself, "This Zhao Wuhen is even stronger than the rumors say!"

Zhao Wuhen was also shocked: "This person's swordsmanship is close to the realm of perfection. If we delay any further, I'm afraid the situation will be bad..."

The two were wary of each other, but neither was willing to take a step back.

However, at this stalemate moment, a deep voice suddenly rang out from the woods, clearly reaching everyone's ears: "I want this thing."

The sound was not loud, but it was like a thunderclap that struck everyone's heart out of nowhere, causing them to suddenly stop moving.

Even Mu Changfeng and Zhao Wuhen stopped at the same time, their eyes flashing as they looked in the direction where the sound came from.

I saw a black figure slowly walking out from the depths of the forest.

He was an ordinary-looking young man.

He was dressed in a black shirt, with a tall and straight figure and a heroic look.

He walked leisurely, as if strolling in the garden, as if the murderous intent and solemnity around him had nothing to do with him.

What is even more shocking is that with the appearance of this person, everyone felt an inexplicable sense of oppression.

Even top geniuses like Mu Changfeng and Zhao Wuhen couldn't help but tremble in their hearts.

Zhao Wuhen took a deep breath and paused his spear on the ground. The tip of the spear scratched the soil, making a harsh sound.

"Your Excellency is so arrogant! How dare you say in front of my Xuantian Dao Sect that you want to take this 'Golden Flame Ganoderma'?"

Although he was wary of the young man in front of him, the reputation of Xuantian Dao Sect was there, so no matter how strong the other party was, he should still be wary of him.

Mu Changfeng stood with a sword in his hand, sizing up the other person with sharp eyes.

He did not speak easily, but was obviously waiting for the result of Zhao Wuhen's test.

However, to their surprise.

After hearing this, the young man just raised his eyes slightly, with a faint smile on his face, and his eyes were as calm as an ancient well.

"Xuantian Dao Sect?" He chuckled, his tone nonchalant, "I've never heard of it."

As soon as these words were spoken, Zhao Wuhen's face instantly turned gloomy.

He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white, and anger surged in his heart.

"Are you trying to humiliate my Xuantian Dao Sect?"

Mu Changfeng also frowned slightly, his heart full of doubts.

Xuantian Dao Sect, that is the top three forces in Xuantian Realm, who doesn't know it? Who doesn't know it?

However, the young man said calmly, "I haven't heard of it," and his eyes were calm, without even a hint of false surprise. It was obvious that he was not pretending.

This shows what?

Or - the other party comes from a more powerful force!

Or - the opponent's strength has reached the point where he doesn't need to be afraid of Xuantian Dao Sect!

For a moment, the forest was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Zhao Wuhen and Mu Changfeng stared at the young man in black.

The disciples around held their breath, not even daring to breathe.

Under everyone's gaze, the young man slowly stated his name: "Cangwu Jiang Chen."

"As for the sect?"

He paused slightly and uttered four words calmly: "No sect, no school."

When Zhao Wuhen heard this, he suddenly felt a little embarrassed and annoyed as if he had been fooled.

He couldn't help but shout angrily: "No sect or school? What a joke!"

Mu Changfeng on the side frowned, with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

No sect or school?

How could a casual cultivator without any background dare to stand in front of them so domineeringly and even ignore the sect behind them?

No, it's impossible.

How can a casual cultivator have such a magnanimous demeanor?

More importantly, the invisible pressure just now was not something that an ordinary cultivator could possess!

"Cangwu?" Mu Changfeng muttered to himself, as if thinking about something.

But obviously, this didn't bring many answers to the two.

At this moment, Jiang Chen's gaze had already fallen on the golden flame Ganoderma lucidum.

Zhao Wuhen's pupils shrank and he subconsciously took a step forward, trying to stop it.

But it's still too late.

"Whoosh-"

A breeze blew by, and Jiang Chen's figure disappeared from the spot.

Zhao Wuhen only felt a flash before his eyes.

Then, a strong wind blew in his face, almost knocking him over.

Immediately afterwards, he felt an irresistible repulsive force, as if an invisible mountain suddenly pressed down.

"boom!"

Zhao Wuhen's body seemed to be hit by a huge hammer. He flew backwards and crashed into a towering tree, breaking it. He fell to the ground with a loud bang, raising a cloud of dust!

He smashed a long gully into the ground, and a deafening roar echoed in the forest!

At this moment, the entire forest fell into deathly silence.

Everyone stood still, their eyes filled with shock and fear.

Even Mu Changfeng couldn't help but take a breath, and his hand holding the hilt of the sword trembled slightly.

"This...how is this possible?"

Zhao Wuhen is a true disciple of Xuantian Dao Sect. His strength is definitely among the top five among his peers. Even he himself is not absolutely sure that he can defeat him.

However, in front of this young man named Jiang Chen, he didn't even have time to react before he was crushed by an unknown force.

This kind of strength and this sense of oppression are simply beyond their comprehension.

At this time, Jiang Chen was already standing in front of the golden flame Ganoderma lucidum.

He reached out, gently took it off, and put it into the Cangwu Order.

Then, he slowly raised his head and glanced at everyone present. "Now, this thing belongs to me. Who is in favor and who is against?"

These words were like a thunderclap, exploding in everyone's ears.

Everyone lowered their heads, not daring to breathe.

The disciples of Luochen Sword Sect and Xuantian Dao Sect looked at each other, their eyes filled with fear.

Mu Changfeng gripped the long sword tightly in his hand, his knuckles turned slightly white, and even fine beads of sweat oozed out of his forehead.

He looked at Jiang Chen deeply.

Finally, as if he had made some difficult decision, he sighed deeply, clasped his fists and said, "Fellow Daoist Jiang, our Luochen Sword Sect will withdraw from the competition for this Golden Flame Ganoderma Lucidum."

As soon as he finished speaking, the disciples of Luochen Sword Sect behind him bowed their heads in agreement.

They didn't want to follow in Zhao Wuhen's footsteps and be knocked away by an unknown force.

Seeing that Mu Changfeng had surrendered, the other disciples of Xuantian Dao Sect also became like children, obedient and kept silent.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the forest was extremely oppressive, as if everyone was being gripped by an invisible hand around the throat.

In a deep pit on the ground.

Zhao Wuhen slowly climbed out of the pit, his clothes were torn, his face was covered in blood, and his expression was gloomy.

He raised his head and looked at Jiang Chen. The arrogance in his eyes was gone, replaced by a deep fear and a hint of confusion.

"Who is this kid...?"

Zhao Wuhen stared at Jiang Chen intently, all kinds of speculations flashing through his mind.

Three years ago, the human and beast races made an agreement to prohibit cultivators at the Saint level and above from setting foot in this place.

As for Jiang Chen, who was in front of him, being able to appear here, it was obvious that his cultivation level would not exceed the ninth level of the Heavenly Man Realm.

"But we are both at the ninth level of the Celestial Realm, so why am I completely powerless in front of him?"

The more Zhao Wuhen thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, as if he had grasped something.

"That's right! It must be some special magic weapon! It must be this!"

A gleam flashed in his eyes, his expression twisted, and he said in a deep voice, "Hmph! I admit that your trick just now did scare me, but... do you think you can keep scaring us with just a magic weapon?"

As soon as the words fell, they spread throughout the audience.

Mu Changfeng frowned and whispered, "Zhao Wuhen, stop talking nonsense!"

But Zhao Wuhen seemed not to hear and continued with a sneer, "Since even saints cannot set foot here, you are at most at the same level as me. How could you have displayed the power you just displayed? If it weren't for some secret treasure, you simply couldn't have done it!"

The surrounding disciples had different expressions.

Some frowned, some looked hesitant, but more looked at Jiang Chen, wanting to know the answer.

Mu Changfeng looked at Zhao Wuhen with some dissatisfaction in his heart, but he had to admit that what Zhao Wuhen said did make some sense.

If Jiang Chen was really at the ninth level of the Heavenly Man Realm, it would be impossible for him to achieve such a crushing victory according to common sense.

After all, they are all geniuses. Even if there are some gaps between them, they should not be so big.

Jiang Chen lowered his head and looked at Zhao Wuhen on the ground, as if he was looking at an ant.

After taking a few looks, he couldn't help but laugh: "Interesting, are you questioning me?"

Zhao Wuhen's heart skipped a beat, and his legs nearly gave way, but he still gritted his teeth and said, "Humph! If you really didn't use any external aid, why are you hiding it? Fight me openly and honestly!"

Jiang Chen smiled and was about to respond to Zhao Wuhen, but suddenly his brows slightly frowned and he looked towards the distant sky.

A majestic and violent aura swept over like a landslide or tsunami.

"Om-"

The air seemed to be torn apart, and a sharp and piercing eagle cry came between heaven and earth, making everyone's eardrums hurt slightly.

"Hiss... W-What is this?!"

"Oh my god, it's a saint-level white eagle!!!"

A disciple cried out in shock, his voice filled with undisguised fear.

In the distance, a huge white eagle swooped down from the clouds.

Its wings spread out, like two giant blades covering the sky, emitting a cold and eerie light.

His pupils were blood red and revealed a wild nature, as if he was awakened by the movement of the crowd just now.

The wind was howling, trees in the forest were blown away, gravel was flying, and smoke and dust were everywhere.

The sword in Mu Changfeng's hand trembled slightly, his face was pale, and cold sweat was pouring down his forehead.

"This is... the fourth level of the Saint Realm? How could such a terrifying being appear here?!"

Zhao Wuhen's face turned pale, and he stepped back repeatedly, his voice trembling as he said, "Run... We are no match for it!"

Everyone around showed fear and saw no hope of resistance at all.

After all, he is a saint!

A terrifying state that is enough to make all celestial cultivators unable to even think of resisting!

At this time, Mu Changfeng came to his senses.

Without any hesitation, he turned around and ran backwards, shouting, "Run! Run! Everyone, scatter and run!"

For a moment, the forest fell into chaos.

Everyone fled in all directions, fearing that they would become the prey of the white eagle.

Zhao Wuhen didn't care about his image, turned around and ran away in a panic, his eyes full of fear and ferocity.

"This brat deserves it! How dare he stand there? Does he really think he's invincible?!"

Zhao Wuhen ran away with a sneer in his eyes, his eyes full of gloating.

However, everyone fled, except Jiang Chen who remained standing.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his black clothes rustling, his long hair flying in the wind, a faint smile on his face, and he didn't seem to take White Eagle seriously at all.

Mu Changfeng ran hundreds of feet away and couldn't help but look back.

Jiang Chen was still standing there, motionless, as if waiting for the white eagle to arrive.

"Is this guy crazy? Doesn't he know what that is?!"