Chen Rui found a secluded place and was about to sit down with Mu Chen, Zhu Sanhou was resting when suddenly a joking voice came over.

"Haha, is the so-called real Holy Sword Sect so despair? With such an opportunity, he only sent a middle-level boy in the foundation building stage? Haha, it's no wonder, the stray dog ​​who fled in a hurry at the beginning."

The sudden laughter made Chen Rui's figure pause, and then his eyes condensed and stared towards the direction of laughter...

At this moment, in the open space not far from Chen Rui, four people were surrounded by a group of monks.

Chen Rui stared at the four people, and then his pupils suddenly shrank because the blue standard Taoist robes he was familiar with were the Taoist robes of the Holy Sword Sect back then.

More than a dozen people surrounding them were wearing white clothing, but Chen Rui's eyes were still on their chests, where there was a book pattern.

Chen Rui is familiar with this pattern. He has seen it on the clothes of Sumen students. However, these people dressed in different clothes, so I think they are not Sumen students.

"Sumen's branch..." Chen Rui narrowed his eyes slightly.

Feeling Chen Rui's subtle changes, Mu Chen and Zhu Sanhou, who had already sat cross-legged, immediately stood up.

"This is the open space we found first, please leave." The mid-stage foundation-building monk among the four said in a deep voice.

"Haha, I come to this area any time I want, and leave as much as I want. Even if you have the mountain gate of your Holy Sword Sect, we can enter and exit at will." The white-clothed monk said contemptuously.

"Is that so? We are the dogs of a broken-backed dog, so what are you? Are you the broken-backed dog who shook his tail and begs for the sake of cultivation resources?" Suddenly, on the side of the open space, a person with scarred face suddenly walked out and snorted coldly.

Chen Rui's whole body trembled. Although this person's appearance changed drastically, Chen Rui recognized him at a glance. He was the manager of the Holy Sword Forward's Handicap Area, Zhang Hao.

I don’t know what I have been born over the years, but Zhang Hao’s appearance has changed drastically, his face is scarred, and his whole body is full of blood. His cultivation has reached the early stage of gathering spirits.

Chen Rui couldn't help but be surprised, thinking about how Zhang Hao was only in the fourth level of Qi Condensation when Chen Rui built the foundation, so how could it be improved to this point in just a few years?

"Haha, it turns out that it is Zhang Hao, the so-called Holy Sword Apostle, right? I'm just idle. Today I'll let you understand what a dog is a betrayal!" The monk in white clothes looked at Zhang Hao with contempt for him, took a step directly, and the power of cultivation was radiated without reservation.

"Zhang Hao, just three times, I, Wu Bin, let you lie down!" After the words came, Lin Bin's body suddenly swelled. It depends on the situation. This family is still a body refining cultivator.

Zhang Hao had no expression and did not speak. His cultivation power also exploded. He took a step forward and then punched Wu Bin.

Feeling Zhang Hao's fierce fist style, Wu Bin was also a little surprised. Obviously, he didn't expect this person to take action so decisively.

"However, this ability is not enough!"

Wu Bin did not hesitate at all, and his palm stretched out and grabbed Zhang Hao's fist. However, the black light suddenly rose around Zhang Hao, and a pair of armor instantly condensed. The sharp sound of tearing air around him sounded.

"Bang!" A powerful force burst out, directly knocking Wu Bin back three feet away.

"Bastard!" Wu Bin gritted his teeth.

Chen Rui had seen this technique, which was the black armor technique that Zhang Mu had practiced before.

However, in this situation, I am afraid that Zhang Hao’s practice will be more profound.

With one punch, Zhang Hao did not relax. He showed a fierce light in his eyes. He turned into a black light and then went in again. His fists carried a rich black light and greeted Wu Binzhou without any mercy.

Wu Bin was not afraid and went forward. Suddenly, two figures intersected and fiercely collided. The extremely sharp fist and palm wind shattered the things blocked around like trees and huge rocks.

"You lost!" Zhang Hao spoke coldly.

Zhang Hao suddenly smiled, and saw a black light on his arm suddenly surged. With a bang, it directly penetrated Wu Bin's tight defense and hit his chest firmly.

"Bang!"

Wu Bin immediately spit out a mouthful of blood, but a hint of unwillingness flashed in his eyes. At the moment of blood spraying, he gathered spiritual power and slapped it out, and it also hit Zhang Hao's chest without any ambiguity.

The violent spiritual power suddenly spread, and the two of them rolled up dozens of feet each. While standing still, they sprayed blood again.

However, Wu Bin suffered a loss when the injuries were exchanged.

"Wu Bin, I didn't expect you to be unable to even get rid of a betrayal dog!" Suddenly, a gloomy voice came out.

Wu Bin's face looked ugly, but he did not dare to refute the person who spoke, because this person was the real person for their group of people.

At this moment, a figure in white clothes fell from the sky, looked at Zhang Hao, and said indifferently: "Although you were a member of the same sect before, you injured my Holy Sword Sect cultivator, and you may have to teach you a lesson today."

Chen Rui had seen this person. He was a perfect foundation-building disciple of the Holy Sword Sect. He remembered that his name was 6 Hang, but his cultivation level has reached the late stage of gathering spirits.

Zhang Hao stared at the person in front of him and said coldly: "Shameless!"

6 Hang shook his head, made a move forward, and a giant snake transformed by spiritual power pierced out and headed straight for Zhang Hao.

"If you can take this spiritual snake finger, look at the friendship between classmates in the past, I will let you go!" The moment the giant snake flew out, 6 Hang spoke slowly.

Seeing this extremely fierce magic, Zhang Hao looked decisive and planned to do his best to take it head-on.

Just as Zhang Hao was about to act, a palm fell gently on his shoulder.

"Let me do it."

When Zhang Hao was surprised, a figure flashed out from behind him. Amid the clouds and mist, a sword light flashed, and the spiritual giant snake was instantly cut into two halves, turning into stars and dissipating in the air.

This happened very suddenly, which shocked everyone here even more.

"From the friendship between classmates in the past, if you can take over Chen's sword technique, Chen can let you wait!" As the clouds slowly dispersed, Chen Rui's calm voice sounded.

"You...you are Chen Rui, aren't you dead?" When he finally saw Chen Rui's face clearly, 6 Hang couldn't help but exclaim.

This person had seen Chen Rui and Zhang Mu, the Holy Sword Sect’s Cultivation Exchange Institute, fight with him, and recognized Chen Rui at first sight.

"Chen...Junior Brother Chen!" Zhang Hao was even more stunned on the spot.

Chen Rui did not answer, but just took one step and his body disappeared directly. Just as Chen Rui's body disappeared, Liu Xing's face suddenly changed, because no matter how he used his spiritual consciousness to scan, he could never know Chen Rui's location.

"Bang!"

At the same time as a muffled sound suddenly sounded, everyone saw that 6 Hang had already spitted blood and rolled back. After dozens of rushing into the air, they suddenly landed on the ground, not knowing life and death for a moment.

This strange scene made everyone present take a breath.

The next moment, Chen Rui's figure slowly appeared beside Zhang Hao, and he said in a deep voice: "Don't let Chen see you again, get out!"

(End of this chapter)
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