The Grand Void – Becoming a Dragon

Not long ago, the young master Zhuang Ming defeated the chief disciple of Zhenyuanzong, Ren Songcheng, the first true disciple.

Now it's my turn, not to mention defeating Ren Songcheng, but at least defeat the second one?

Why is there a third one?

"..."

Wen Han looked disappointed.

Chen Feiyang's expression turned extremely ugly.

He is capable enough to be the third true biography of the Zhenyuan Sect, and to be included in the front row of Dongzhou's list of outstanding people.

But in recent years, he has often been able to suppress the little ones from all sides by simply reporting his name, Chen Feiyang, without making a move.

But this person didn't take him seriously at all?

"So arrogant!"

Chen Feiyang swept the sword away, and said coldly: "I'll just see how capable you are!"

Wen Han's face was serious, he slowly clenched his fists, and was about to start.

At this moment, Zhuang Ming frowned slightly.

Wang Zhen was beside Zhuang Ming, protected by the young master from the oppression of the golden core, he exhaled, approached, and whispered: "Young master... this battle may be useless."

Zhuang Ming nodded slightly.

It is useless to fight, so why fight?

If it were another meddling person who let Wen Han kill him, it would still allow the body of the flood dragon to swallow one more golden elixir.

But this person is the third true biography of the Zhenyuan Sect, so it is not easy to kill, and it is not yet necessary to kill the third true biography of the Zhenyuan Sect.

Seeing the young master nodding, Wang Zhen took a step forward and said, "This fellow Taoist in front is Chen Feiyang, the third true biography of Zhenyuanzong and the twenty-third person on the outstanding list?"

Wen Han heard Wang Zhen's voice, and stopped to gather momentum.

Seeing this, Chen Feiyang turned his head to look, and said, "Exactly."

Wang Zhen held Bai Ying in his arms, bent down reluctantly, gave a salute, and said: "I waited here to seek justice, how could I know that this ancestor of the Zhao family is unreasonable, not only hurt my Bai Ying, but also wanted to kill him?" I'll keep my mouth shut, I can't let go of what happened today! Now that what happened, I've already told Brother Dao about the cause and effect, right or wrong, and I hope Brother Dao can stay out of the matter and don't interfere any more!"

Chen Feiyang frowned. The ancestor of the Zhao family in his impression was not such a vicious person, but when he glanced over, the ancestor of the Zhao family lowered his head and did not dare to look at each other.

From this point of view, the ancestor of the Zhao family did make a mistake first, and the other party did not lie.

"Forget it, since that's the case, Chen will not do anything."

Chen Feiyang calmed down, and said: "The patriarch of the Zhao family has a kindness to me. Today I will definitely save his life. I originally wanted to punish the three of you. Since the truth of the matter is the case, it is considered that you have a reason for the incident. This is the end of the matter. Go back."

Wang Zhen's face changed slightly, but he didn't speak.

Zhuang Ming was right behind him, smiling.

Wen Han stepped forward, bursting with anger and blood, and shouted: "Good boy, do you really think you are a green onion? Today, master, if I don't kill you, it is your good fortune, how dare you meddle in your own business?"

Chen Feiyang's face darkened, and he was already angry. He turned his head and looked over, clenched his long sword tightly, and said in a cold voice: "You make me very dislike!"

Wen Han sneered and said, "Master, I like you? A disciple of Zhenyuanzong? Is it amazing?"

He stepped forward, punched suddenly, and punched him.

The air was almost stagnant.

Chen Feiyang's face was cold, murderous intent suddenly rose, and he chopped down with his sword.

Boom!

This sword cut the ground!

Wen Han relied on the body skills in the Longwei secret technique, Tianhuang Shenyuanjutsu, to avoid the sword light, and punched Chen Feiyang in the face.

Chen Feiyang suddenly returned his sword to fight back.

The two passed by in an instant.

"A disciple of the True Yuan Sect, that's all!"

"Bastard! How dare you insult me, Zhenyuanzong?"

Chen Feiyang shouted: "I will kill you today, if not, then..."

Before his voice fell, he heard a voice behind him again.

"Is Zhenyuanzong amazing?"

"..."

Chen Feiyang glanced over, and it was the martial arts master who spoke just now.

How dare an ordinary person dare to insult Zhen Yuanzong?

Just when he was about to kill this martial arts master with a single sword strike.

He heard the other party sneer again.

"Chen Feiyang, don't toast or eat fine wine!"

Wang Zhen shouted: "Let's not talk about your mere third true biography of Zhenyuanzong, even Ren Songcheng, the chief disciple of Zhenyuanzong, was defeated by my son?"

Chen Feiyang was startled when he heard the words, his eyes swept over Wen Han, then Wang Zhen, and finally landed on Zhuang Ming.

This person's aura was extremely flat.

Almost just like a mortal.

But as a real person of the Jindan series, he swept over in anger, and the opponent was still so calm.

And in the sleeve of this young man in white with gold patterns, there was a flood dragon, which flew out suddenly, circled for a circle, and landed on his shoulder.

"Zhuang Ming?"

Chen Feiyang's expression suddenly became serious.

The sixth in the list of outstanding people, Mr. Taixu, Lord Huanlong, and Zhuang Ming.

Senior brother Ren Songcheng was defeated by this person not long ago.

He asked himself that his cultivation base was only slightly worse than Ren Songcheng's, but Ren Songcheng had the Mountain Suppressing Sword in his hand, so his ability was extremely high.

Now that Ren Songcheng is defeated by this person, how can he be the opponent of Zhuang Ming?

"it's me."

Zhuang Ming nodded slightly, and said calmly: "This white eagle is my future mount. He hurt my mount and wanted to disrespect me. Today I seek justice. What do you think?"

Chen Feiyang's complexion changed, and after a while, he said: "After all, he didn't kill your mount, nor did he hurt you, this matter..."

Zhuang Ming said calmly: "Look at my white eagle, with one wing and one leg broken, what should I do?"

Chen Feiyang's expression turned extremely ugly.

The patriarch of the Zhao family recognized Zhuang Ming's identity, knowing that Zhuang Ming was the sixth person among the younger generation of real people in Dongzhou, and not long ago, he defeated the head disciple of the Zhenyuan Sect, and his heart sank.

Ren Songcheng is the chief disciple of Zhenyuanzong, while Chen Feiyang is only ranked third, which is also divided. Now that Ren Songcheng has lost, how can Chen Feiyang be counted on?

I was thinking so.

Then I saw Chen Feiyang raised his sword and waved it.

The ancestor of the Zhao family suddenly left his body with one leg and one arm.

But when he saw this senior real person with golden elixir level, he just let out a muffled grunt, then used his mana to stop his blood, and endured the severe pain, but he didn't say a word.

"He cut off a wing and a leg from your mount, and I cut off his arm and leg, so it's even."

Chen Feiyang looked ugly, and said in a muffled voice.

Zhuang Ming only laughed, but did not respond.

Wang Zhen stepped forward and said, "His weight is not enough to compare with my white eagle."

Fade Chen said coldly: "You really want to take his life? Can't you give me face?"

Zhuang Ming just smiled and said nothing.

Wang Zhen sighed, and said: "If you want to save his life, it depends on how much foundation he has, and he can buy his life... I'm afraid the Zhao family can't afford it. I don't know Brother Chen?"

Chen Feiyang's face was extremely gloomy.

"I belong to the True Yuan Sect..."

"Are the disciples of the True Yuan Sect really amazing?"

"..."

"Don't say you are just the third true biography of Zhenyuanzong, even if you are the chief disciple of Zhenyuanzong..." Wang Zhen repeated.

"Okay!" Chen Feiyang threw out a bottle of elixir and said, "This is the holy medicine of Taiyuanzong, Jiuyang Zhenzhen elixir, and I have twelve more here."

"Only twelve?"

Wang Zhen frowned, looked at Zhuang Ming, and said, "What do you think, Young Master?"

Zhuang Ming chuckled lightly and said: "Xiaobai should be able to recover from his injuries, so let him give Zhenyuanzong a face and spare the life of this old Zhao family."

Wen Han felt a little regretful, it seemed that this battle would not be able to be fought.

"That's it for now, let's go."