C8 Sit down and Divide the Loot

"Let's begin, it's better to end it as soon as possible!"

Yang Haotian withdrew his gloomy gaze. Clank, clank, clank. His right hand touched his waist, and a cold light flashed. A strange shaped soft sword that was the width of a finger was eye-catching.

Ding ling ling!

Chu Ziyun did not show any signs of weakness. The white scarf around her waist quickly flashed, and a crisp sound rang out. With a slight shake of her hand, countless waves appeared and swept towards Yang Haotian.

"Top tier elite soldier — Kan Jin Ling!"

Yang Haotian's complexion slightly changed. He didn't dare to hesitate and turned around, wanting to escape from the range of Jin Ling's attack.

However, Chu Ziyun had already arrived in front of him. Her hands were like butterflies flapping in the wind. Within a four to five meter wide area, there were only her fleeting silhouettes and a white jade ribbon.

The two were both top geniuses among the outer court disciples. Not only were their cultivation methods similar, but the weapons they used were all extraordinary, and very few people could control them.

The willow leaf sword in Yang Haotian's hand was also a top tier elite soldier. As it was waved around, a silver light flickered like a swimming dragon, preventing the surrounding protection from entering his body.

Although it was incomparably sharp, it was difficult to break apart the silk ribbon that was woven by the Cloud Silkworm. With the two glued together, it was difficult to determine the victor in a short period of time.

For a moment, everyone was dazzled by this godlike dance, and from their previous shock, they fell into a trance.

"Hehe, Lord Fatty is here!"

Pang Wenshan maliciously glanced at the Lu brothers, who were still in a daze, then swung the Damascus Steel Rod in his hand. With a buzzing sound, it smashed towards the two of them.

"This is bad!"

Noticing the strange movement, the two brothers of the Lu family immediately regained their senses. Their bodies intersected as they tried to sidestep each other in an attempt to dodge the attack.

However, they had long since missed the opportunity and even underestimated Pang Wenshan's pole speed. In an instant, they arrived in front of him. Without much time to think, they raised their swords to block.

Clang!

The sound of metal clashing rang out and sparks flew everywhere. The Lu brothers only felt a huge force coming from the sword blade. Their ears faintly felt a sharp pain as their blood surged and they couldn't help but fly backwards.

"Let go!"

Pang Wenshan didn't give up and viciously stomped on the ground with his thick and solid leg, before leaping into the air. With a swing of his iron rod, he slashed at the swords in their hands.

With another crisp sound, the Lu brothers' long swords were immediately thrown into the air. They landed on the ground one step earlier, trembling uncontrollably.

"You broke through?"

With two "putong" sounds, the Lu brothers struggled to get up with unsightly faces. Blood flowed out from the corner of their mouths.

"Admit defeat?"

Pang Wenshan didn't show the slightest embarrassment and instead pointed his iron rod at the two of them arrogantly.

"Despicable!"

The Lu brothers were not willing to give up. If they had known earlier that Pang Wenshan had broken through to the 7th level of the Inner Jing realm, they would have never been able to match him.

The two of them had entered the sect late and their cultivation technique was also rather low. If it was the same as the one Chu Ziyun had learned, then with the demon qi between them, it would be enough to contend with a seventh level martial artist.

"Tsk, how f * cking amazing!"

Pang Wenshan spat in disdain. In his eyes, Ye Xiwen was nothing more than a coward who only dared to bully weak people.

If he had not broken through to the seventh floor, He Kongming and the others would not have been protected by him. It was just that they had not gone to the inner sect to exchange their identity tokens and clothing.

"We won!"

The Southern Courtyard disciples cheered in whispers.

However, there were also a few people who felt mixed emotions. Li Yuerong bit her red lips as a complex expression filled her eyes.

Chen Songtai's eyes were gloomy and somewhat apprehensive. In the end, they turned into a sinister gaze that swept across Li Chen without leaving a trace behind.

Li Chen, who was squatting on the ground and watching Chu Ziyun and Yang Haotian get excited, didn't notice anything unusual about the two.

Boom! *

"Good boy, you hid it well enough!"

Pang Wenshan casually sat beside Li Chen and held his iron rod.

"Senior Martial Brother Pang must be joking, Senior Martial Brother Lu is letting me go!"

Li Chen grimaced and scratched his head in embarrassment. A seventh level warrior's palm was not something to be reckoned with.

"You dishonest brat, but I like it, haha!"

Pang Wenshan sneered.

"I don't have that kind of hobby!"

Li Chen snappily replied and was immediately stunned. A trace of an indescribable feeling flashed across his heart.

He had always acted like a person with his tail between his legs, afraid that his actions would lead to trouble. He had never spoken such relaxed and impudent words before.

"Ah?" "Hahaha!"

Pang Wenshan was also stunned for a moment, but immediately laughed maniacally with his head raised.

The corners of Li Chen's lips curled up as if he had been infected. He felt warmth in his heart even if he thought about the smile that had been plaguing him for so many years.

When this situation occurred in Chen Songtai's eyes, it immediately made him jealous. 99% of the outer sect core disciples would enter the inner sect, and they would become a master of the realm in the future.

Even at his age of almost twenty, he was only at the fifth level. He might never be able to step into the Refinement Realm in his lifetime, so the fact of him calling out to a group of 'little brats' like senior brothers and sisters had already filled his heart with resentment and distortion.

Clank, clank, clank!

A crisp sound rang through the air. The dancing white jade chains suddenly stopped, and two figures suddenly flew into the air.

"Humph!"

Yang Haotian let out a muffled groan. His complexion was not good for a moment, and his eyes were filled with unwillingness. The corner of his mouth was also stained with blood, and his right hand that held the sword was even trembling slightly.

Surprisingly, there was a bowl-sized hole on the front of Liu Ming's clothes. From inside, a suit of silk armor that glittered with golden light was revealed. It looked somewhat miserable.

On the other hand, Chu Ziyun's initially large chest was slightly bulging up and down. Her pretty face was slightly white, but she wasn't injured at all. It was clear who was stronger.

"Sooner or later, you will be my woman!"

Yang Haotian coldly glanced at her, and then flew into the air, flashing into the forest.

He was incomparably arrogant, but he was clearly not discouraged by a single failure. Instead, he aroused a fighting spirit within his heart. With his talent, if he were to continue, he would definitely become a great person in the future.

"Next time, remember to call me Elder Sister!"

Chu Ziyun was so angry that her pretty face was slightly red, but her mouth didn't show any signs of weakness.

The figure in the distance staggered and seemed to grunt before disappearing in the blink of an eye.

"We won!"

The Southern Courtyard disciples once again cheered. The pressure that Yang Haotian brought to them was just too great. In front of such a genius, anyone would feel inferior.

Upon seeing the situation, Yang Pinglong and the other two had unsightly expressions on their faces as they helped Lu Hongyang wake up. They reluctantly glanced at the pills and cultivation technique manuals on the ground before they left in a sorry state.

This time, not only did they lose face, but they also suffered a huge loss. What made them even more vexed was that Yang Haotian didn't care about their behavior of leaving alone.

This was clearly not putting them in his eyes, nor did he treat them as his own people.

"Hu!"

Chu Ziyun let out a sigh of relief, walking to the front of the pile of treasures.

When the crowd saw this, they all gathered around and held their breaths. This battle could be called a gamble.

One had to know that even a seventh layer martial artist might not have so many Juxi Pills, much less a peak-tier Mortal Realm martial skill.

"What do you want?"

To everyone's surprise, Chu Ziyun actually asked about Li Chen.

Pang Wen Shan held the iron rod with both of his hands as he calmly looked at it. He didn't have any intention of blocking the attack at all.

"I …" I want to copy these two martial arts techniques! "

Li Chen scratched his head and said awkwardly.

He had already made up his mind that it would be fine if the opponent did not give him one. In the future, he would use his own strength to obtain what he needed.

Although he really wanted to get another Demonic Core, he didn't want to show it right now. With these two Martial Skills, he would be different and his strength would certainly be on a whole new level.

He could even fight a warrior at the seventh level with his amazing physical body. It was enough for him to not have to worry about martial skills at the Inner Breath Realm.

"You're quite smart!"

Once again surprising everyone, Chu Ziyun just looked at him once and agreed without even thinking. It made them envious, but no one asked for it.

After all, they hadn't contributed much in this battle.

Li Chen did not stand on ceremony. He bent over, grabbed two books, and walked to the side. Under everyone's envious eyes, he started flipping through them. From time to time, he would use the brush that he carried around to record a bit.

The rest was much simpler. Pang Wenshan also took his five Juxi Pills. Just like Li Chen, he also wanted to imprint a martial skill onto it. Clearly, he wanted Chu Ziyun to take it.

As for the five bottles of Juxi Pill on the floor, Chu Ziyun gave each of them one and put the rest into the bag.

Everyone received a Juxi Pill and was naturally overjoyed as they cheered 'Senior Sister Chu'.

After this unforeseen event, they had been busy in the forest for a long time. Everyone was tired.

Liu Ziqing was also injured, so it was not good to travel at night. He found a crack in the stone wall near the mountain spring and prepared to build a camp to stay out of the forest.

The demon pig on the ground that weighed several hundred jin was just enough to satisfy the stomachs of everyone present.