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Third product?

Has Cao Qingyang been promoted to the third rank? !

There was an uproar, "boom", everyone's expressions were extremely exciting, there hadn't been a third-rank martial artist in Dafeng Jianghu for many years.

Although the Martial Arts League claims that the first old leader of the alliance is still alive, no one has ever seen that old man who is the same age as the country has been extinct for hundreds of years.

Now that Cao Qingyang has been promoted to the third rank, the momentum of the Wulin League will swell to the highest level in history, and the Zhenbei King of the Dafeng court just fell a while ago

Does this mean that Jianghu Wufu is about to rise?

Will the pattern of Dafeng change as a result?

The most exciting one is the Martial Arts Alliance, a Jianghu organization with a third-rank supporter on the stage. It is a completely different concept from hiding out and only manipulating behind the scenes.

The Dafeng court was only the King of Zhenbei, and he was dead.

Now, our leader Cao is also a third rank, what does this mean? It means that in the arena, the Wulin League will keep its word and become the second largest force in the Central Plains after the imperial court.

After the death of King Zhenbei, there was only one supervisor in the court. As for the Martial Arts League, the new and old alliance leaders, two third-rank, it is not too much to say that they are second.

"Is he already a third grade?"

Xiao Yuenu's beautiful eyes were shining again and again, she was sincerely happy for the Wulin League, and also sincerely admired the leader of the League, Cao Qingyang.

She is a generation lower than Cao Qingyang. She remembers that when her mother was the landlord, she once commented on this martial arts leader. His talent is not top-notch, and his personality is not outstanding.

If it weren't for the unreasonable promotion of the previous leader, it would be impossible for Cao Qingyang to become the leader of the martial arts alliance.

But after so many years, Cao Qingyang has proved himself with facts. He became the top three in the martial arts list early on, aspired to the Jianzhou martial arts, and now he has been promoted to the third rank, becoming one of the few existences in the martial arts system.

"The lord has been promoted to the third rank?" Fu Jingmen, the head of the Shenquan gang, couldn't hide his shock, and his eyes widened.

"In this way, the nine-color lotus is at your fingertips. The leader's admiration for Xu Yinluo will not hurt his life. From this point of view, we have withdrawn from the competition, and the loss is huge."

Yang Cuixue, the owner of the Mo Pavilion, said regretfully.

The two looked at each other, unable to breathe in distress.

Since they voluntarily choose to quit, in the future when Nine Colors Lotus matures, they will not be part of the two factions.

Fu Jing gritted her teeth, and said with a snort, "No, even if I play tricks and play tricks, I still ask the leader to forgive me."

Yang Cuixue's face twitched, Fu Jingmen was younger than League Leader Cao, so it's okay to play tricks, but he was a generation older than Cao Qingyang, although power is the most important thing in the world, seniority is also important.

He couldn't help but feel distressed.

One side is full of joy, while on the other side, in the Yueshi Villa, the disciples of Tiandihui are ashen-faced.

Just now, the confidence and enthusiasm that Xu Qi'an built up for them disappeared at this moment.

"Heaven did not give birth to me, Yang Qianhuan, and I will honor the ages like a long night!"

Yang Qianhuan yelled, directed the bed crossbow cannon to aim at Cao Qingyang, and fired a round.

This is his last stubbornness.

Then, without even thinking about it, a teleport slipped away.

"Boom boom boom!"

Cao Qingyang raised his hand and lightly wiped in front of him, a barrier completely made of air appeared, the shells exploded, and the crossbow arrows broke, within three feet of him, there was no disturbance.

This scene made the onlookers more and more sure that he was promoted to the third rank, and the fourth rank could not do so lightly.

Cao Qingyang stepped into the formation slowly, walked up to Nangong Qianrou, and said in a calm voice, "You are Wei Yuan's adopted son, people with backgrounds are always different, I will give you a choice.

"If you let me out of the way, I won't care about you. If you don't let me, you will face life and death."

Cao Qingyang's character is like this, he is afraid of the other party's background, and will speak out in a dignified manner.

Nangong Qianrou glanced at him with a gloomy expression. After a few seconds of silence, he stepped aside.

Since the opponent is a third rank, there is no need to die. Furthermore, protecting the lotus seeds is just a task, and it is not a task that must be completed. There is no need to risk your life for it.

Cao Qingyang nodded slightly, and continued to walk in the depths of Yueshi Villa.

The second level is the sword array!

The main player is Chu Yuanzhen.

The No. 1 scholar in a blue shirt, with his feet on the ground, looked indifferently at Cao Qingyang who was approaching, not because he was a third-rank man, he was not afraid or fearful.

"I only use one sword, and after one sword, you can come in and out."

Cao Qingyang heard the words, his eyes fell on the long sword behind him, and said: "Is it the sword behind you?"

"You are not qualified to let me use this sword." Chu Yuanzhen said lightly.

"I see."

Cao Qingyang nodded, that is the sword of spirit, not qualified, it does not refer to strength, but the wrong goal.

"Then you are far behind." Leader Cao added in a calm tone.

Chu Yuanzhen pointed like a sword, facing the sky, and in an instant, the sword energy filled the sky and the earth.

Cao Qingyang, who was in it, only felt that he was in the sea of ​​swords and swords. The ground under his feet, the sky above his head, and the air around him all turned into swords.

This is sword power!

Chu Yuanzhen took a step forward and pointed his sword finger at Cao Qingyang.

He didn't have a sword in his hand, nor had he condensed anything into a sword, but in Cao Qingyang's eyes, there was a majestic sword light illuminating the world, and it came rushing with the vigor of Pei Mo Neng Yu.

When the sword was handed over, the heaven and the earth sent out murderous intent.

Cao Qingyang slowly clenched his fists, facing Jianguang with straight fists, and fighting the killing intent of heaven and earth with the personal might of a martial artist.

Chu Yuanzhen's "sword" shattered inch by inch in his fist, and the shattered sword energy left sword marks on the ground, either horizontally or vertically, or sideways or obliquely.

Upon closer inspection, every sword mark implies a special "sword power". For the scattered people in Jianghu, every sword mark here is the top-level swordsmanship.

If you can comprehend one or two things, your cultivation will definitely increase greatly.

"I lost."

Chu Yuanzhen's right hand trembled slightly, as if in convulsion, and he cupped his hand reluctantly to get out of the way.

"Using the formation method to concentrate your power, your sword is a fourth-rank martial artist, and you will have to hate it." Cao Qingyang gave it a very high evaluation.

He brushed off his sleeves and continued to dig in. Not long after, he saw little Heipilina from Southern Xinjiang.

"So this level is strength?" Cao Qingyang only glanced at her and saw through the identity of her strength Gu department.

"I only punched once." Lina glared at him.

"Refreshing." Cao Qingyang smiled.

Lina stopped talking, took a deep breath, and began to gather strength.

Her chest rose and fell slightly, and then rose and fell violently. A strong wind blew up on the flat ground, and every breath she took would cause exaggerated airflow movements.

An invisible force blesses her body, which is the increase of the origin formation.

After ten or so breaths, her face began to flush, and her neck, arms and other exposed skin were also stained with a layer of blood red, like boiled shrimp.

Bang bang, bang bang, Lina's heart was like a dense drumbeat, continuous into pieces, replaced by ordinary martial arts, the heart was already overwhelmed and burst on the spot.

Her blood was like a flood breaking a bank, washing her veins, and her body revived like a sleeping monster.

Strange lines appeared on the surface of the skin, like tattoos, exuding a strange beauty.

Click!

The ground suddenly cracked, and Lina was like an arrow that left the string. During the process, she clenched her fists, and the air seemed to be squeezed and exploded, making a dull and loud noise.

boom

After many years, Xu Qi'an heard the roar of a supersonic fighter jet again.

Lina's punch surpassed the speed of sound.

The sound was only for a moment, and then was replaced by a louder sound, similar to the explosion of a cannonball.

Although many people did not see this scene, or could not catch it with the naked eye, they can infer that the last explosion came from the collision of the two people based on the sound change.

The shock wave set off the bluestone slab, blowing away and knocking down the surrounding houses, trees, rockery and other things, forming a circular area with a diameter of more than ten meters.

In this circular area, there is only bare ground, and even the laid bluestone no longer exists.

Lina sat on the ground panting heavily, her right arm drooping weakly, and the entire arm, including the palm, was completely shattered.

Cao Qingyang shook his painful fist and sighed: "With strength alone, the force Gu department is unparalleled in the world."

In the third pass, he saw a burly monk standing with his palms folded, with a bitter and bitter look on his face.

"Looking at your appearance, it seems that you will not retreat? You also want to fight with me?" The leader of the purple robe said with a smile.

He immediately looked around and found that the surrounding area was shrouded in fog, which made it easy for people to lose their sense of direction.

"This seems to be a maze, and it doesn't add to your combat power." Cao Qingyang reminded: "You haven't even reached the fourth rank, are you afraid that I will slap you to death?"

Hengyuan didn't respond, he took a step back, and the mist immediately swam to engulf him.

A few seconds later, Cao Qingyang's ears moved slightly, and he slapped towards the left rear.

With a muffled snort, Heng Yuan emerged and staggered back. He was introduced into the mist again, and then appeared behind Cao Qingyang, but was pushed back fiercely by the purple-clothed lord who had already noticed it, and flew straight out.

Never got up again.

Cao Qingyang continued to move forward, penetrated the fog, and came to a courtyard, where the wind was blowing, ghosts were crying and gods were howling, and phantoms that were not realistic were floating in the air, making shrill whistling sounds.

"You are not a third grade."

Amidst the howling ghosts, Li Miaozhen stood in the air, silently looking down at Cao Qingyang.

Her body looks like a substance, but this is not the real body, but her Yinshen.

Taoists are best at spells in the realm of primordial spirits, and even wizards who are also good at this field are still inferior to Taoists.

Wu Fu is famous for his destructive power and his physical skills. Although he has no shortcomings in Yuanshen, it is not outstanding.

This grand formation of ten thousand ghosts is specially designed to restrain fourth-rank warriors.

"I am indeed a third-rank now, but the Yuanshen is not far from the third-rank." Cao Qingyang said frankly.

The blood essence bestowed by his ancestors allowed him to experience the fearfulness and power of a third-rank martial artist in a short period of time, but the primordial spirit still remained at its original state.

Li Miaozhen took out an illusory mirror and took a picture in the sky, Cao Qingyang's figure appeared in the mirror.

She reached out into the mirror, photographed the figure, and snapped her fingers into a scarecrow.

One after another, the undead rushed to the scarecrow, pinning down its limbs and head.

Li Miaozhen reached out and grabbed an illusory awl in the void, which was about to pierce the scarecrow's eyebrow.

Cao Qingyang was shocked, and saw the scarecrow explode violently, blasting the undead that were pressing on him into powder.

Li Miaozhen raised her head, and suddenly burst into a scream.

In the formation, densely packed ghosts also raised their heads and let out shrill screams.

The invisible sound waves pierced Cao Qingyang's brain like steel nails, disturbing his primordial spirit and destroying his sanity.

At the same time, the clothes on Cao Qingyang's body betrayed one after another. The belt tried to strangle him, the clothes tried to bind him, and the left and right sleeves were knotted, binding his hands in disguise.

Taking advantage of the other party's trance, Li Miaozhen swooped down, turned himself into a sharp arrow, and shot at Cao Qingyang's eyebrows.

Behind her are thousands of troops.

The undead surrounded her and followed her.

Cao Qingyang woke up in time, bit the tip of his tongue, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

chi chi chi chi

The undead touched the blood mist, screamed and dissipated.

Li Miaozhen rolled in pain in the air and let out a shrill cry, her spirit dimmed a bit.

"But my qi and blood are of the third grade, and the blood on the tip of my tongue is as strong as the yang. If you haven't become a yang god, you won't be able to bear my blood." Cao Qingyang laughed.

"It's not easy to raise ghosts. Do you put away these dead souls yourself, or will I save them for you?" He said with a smile.

Li Miaozhen tried her best, and her Yin spirit returned to her body, then took off the sachet at her waist, untied the knot, and took the dead soul back.

Breaking through five levels in one go, the layout of the Yueshi Villa was painstaking, but in front of Cao Qingyang, it was like a child's play, smashing the ancients and destroying the rotten, crushing breakthrough.

"President Cao is unparalleled in the world, and he is a first-class hero in the world."

"It's unbelievable. I thought it would be a tough battle, but I didn't expect it to be so easy."

"Leader Cao, I don't know if I can get a share of the pie, but I am willing to work for the Martial Arts League."

The mighty people drove straight along the road opened by Cao Qingyang.

Everyone's faces were full of smiles. They really didn't expect Cao Qingyang to be so strong, turning a fight between dragons and tigers into a play.

The formations that the high-grade warlocks worked so hard to arrange, and the outstanding disciples of the two sects of heaven and man personally sit in the guards, these are not enough to hinder Cao Qingyang.

The momentum is like a broken bamboo.

If League Leader Cao hadn't stepped into the third rank, it might have been a tough fight, but now, there is no obstacle at all to take the Nine Colors Lotus, so it can be said that it is easy to catch.

"It turns out that the leader of the alliance has a plan in mind, no wonder he never cared about our attitude, and he didn't care about the withdrawal of Yang Cuixue and Fu Jingmen." The leader of Qianjimen said with emotion.

"Then why he summoned us?" Lan Xinhui's stubborn Xiao Yuenu murmured, and then fell silent.

The answer is obvious. The purpose of Cao Qingyang's gathering of the various gangs was not to deal with the Yuezhi Villa. Their real enemies were the Dizong and the imperial court.

Even scattered people from the rivers and lakes who come in groups are also one of the enemies to guard against.

If it was only Yueshi Villa, League Leader Cao could crush it by himself.

The Tiandihui disciples gritted their teeth aggrievedly, gathered together, and were forced back again and again by the heroes.

They no longer have the need to guard their positions, because originally everyone expected that this should be a bitter battle, a long-lasting battle.

Desperation surged into every disciple's heart.

"Hey, that little beauty is so juicy, haha, I don't want lotus seeds anymore, I'll grab a beautiful girl and go back."

Someone in the disciple group saw Qiu Chanyi, and his eyes lit up immediately.

Qiu Chanyi's appearance is the best even in Wanhualou, where there are so many beauties.

In the casual practice of Jianghu, there is never a shortage of hob meat and lsp. Immediately, a few men called for friends and surrounded Qiu Chanyi and the others.

Seeing this, the Yao Dao of the Dizong smiled sullenly and said: "That's right, even if you can't get the lotus seeds, if you can snatch back a beautiful girl, this trip is not in vain."

"If you don't take action, then we will be the first to go."

The Taoist priests of the Dizong are inciting the ordinary people in the world to kill all the "traitors" of the Dizong who refuse to join the magic way.

The disciples of Tiandihui retreated again and again, to the deepest part of the villa, to the cold pond where nine-color lotus flowers were raised.

When I retreat to the edge of the cold pool, where else can I retreat?

At that time, we can only fight to the death.

The disciples of the Tiandihui revealed a look of determination.

The battle here has not started, because at this time, everyone heard a sneer from the direction of Han Chi:

"Leader Cao, why don't you just wait, I'll kill Xiaoxiao like this first, and then I'll fight you again."

Those people in the world who coveted Qiu Chanyi's beauty immediately fell silent and restrained their thoughts.

They were still very afraid of Xu Yinluo.

Qiu Chanyi was relieved, and felt that the voice seemed to have a special magic power, which made people feel safe.

While confronting each other, the two sides moved, and soon came to the edge of the cold pool. The first thing they saw was the nine-color lotus flower swaying in the pool.

An old man sat cross-legged by the pool.

On the only road leading to Hanchi, a young man in a black dress with a high ponytail and one hand holding the handle of a knife stood confronting Cao Qingyang.

In terms of momentum, he didn't lose half a point.

"There seems to be no formation in this level? How does Xu Yinluo plan to defend it?" Cao Qingyang smiled gently, revealing the confidence that he was determined to win.

In an instant, hundreds of "spectators" stared at Xu Qi'an in unison.