Chapter 29: The best in the world

The task reward turned out to be an unknown talent +1?
What does this mean?
After hearing the system prompt, Chen Xinglie couldn't help being a little lost. He opened the attribute panel that only he could see and glanced at the talent column.
Last time, the talent reward given by the beautiful girl of the system was called the majesty of the big demon.
The effect of this talent is very straightforward: when the big devil stares, others dare not laugh at all!
This time, what kind of talent will it be?
Woman heart sea needle.
The beautiful girl of the system is simply a boring little fairy. The ghost knows what this beautiful girl is thinking.
Chen Xinglie felt a bit complicated, but still had some expectations.
at least……
When the big demon stared, others really didn't dare to laugh, were timid, and even dared not take a breath.
The onlookers watching the excitement in the street were all quiet.
In the tall buildings in Donggang, the martial arts of all kinds, no matter how high the level of cultivation, no matter how big the background, no matter how deep the background, all look silent, no one speaks.
Between heaven and earth...
Only the patter of rain.
Ahead.
There are thousands of people in the mansion.
But in Chen Xinglie's eyes, they are all native chickens, the top sellers!
"Fenghui, Gushen, Lan Zetian, Zhai Fei'ang, Li Si..."
Chen Xinglie silently counted the heads.
The names of these people are clearly recorded in the small notebooks, and the humiliation suffered in his memory, once again surging in Chen Xinglie's mind.
Chen Xinglie hated this kind of humiliation.
Life is alive, if you are surrounded by hatred, how can you live a happy life?
Chen Xinglie is not a person who is good at lying down and tasting the courage, and he is not good at talking about 30 years in Hedong and 30 years in Hexi.
Chen Xinglie was not happy if he had no grudges.
One day can't be delayed!
Last night to Qingyun, there was already a murder that night.
Overnight, let Qingyangzong's inner disciples know that he had returned to Qingyun City.
This morning, Chen Xinglie set aside half a day for nothing else, just to get these people together.
now.
It's noon!
Time to send them on the road!
Chen Xinglie's eyes were cold, his pupils brewing a strong killing intent, and the big sword in his hand glowed with chills.
"Brother Xinglie!"
Shi Feiyu looked down at the wine jar and said, "When I finish drinking this last sip of wine, I will die with you."
To die?
Chen Xinglie shook his head at her, and was grateful for the girl’s willingness to die, his tone suddenly became gentle, and said, "Don’t worry, watch carefully, don’t blink, brother teaches you how to use a thousand enemies... drink slowly , Don't choke."
Shi Feiyu was stunned.
Chen Xinglie turned around and turned his head, eyes full of murderous intent staring at the people in the mansion, his robe had no wind, and his long hair fluttered. The extremely pure sword intent burst out of his body, and the hidden air outside his body gradually became distorted. , The scene becomes blurred.
Zheng!
The big sword quivered slightly, and the sword rang everywhere.
Baizhang sword light rose to the sky.
The moment the sword light rose, even the rain curtain of the sky was cut through a huge gap.
This scene frightened Guang Zhengping and took a breath.
"Guang Zhengping."
Chen Xinglie's eyes were indifferent. Across a shattered mansion gate, he looked at the people in the mansion and called out Guang Zhengping's name, with a bit of sorrow in Ling Yu's tone, saying: "No wonder you are in Qingyang Sect. The identity of the disciple is in charge of the whole street. Now it is understood that you are also a proud son of heaven."
The pride of heaven?
Guang Zhengping's eyes trembled, and he didn't quite understand the meaning of Chen Xinglie's words.
Chen Xinglie raised his head and looked at the rain falling all over the sky, and sighed, "When your head fell, there was heavy rain from the sky. He came to wait on you and help you clean your neck. How could you get such treatment if you weren't the pride of the sky? "
At this point, Chen Xinglie had disappeared from under the umbrella that Li Qinglian was holding. The next moment, his figure appeared in the courtyard, standing in front of the Guangzheng plane.
The big sword shone coldly and hung across Guang Zhengping's neck.
Everything happened too fast.
Guang Zhengping had no time to react at all.
There was a dead silence around.
As early as after Chen Xinglie’s first shot of Cang Xuan, everyone knew that Chen Xinglie must have a high level of strength, but never expected that he would have reached such a level. It was completely impossible to see how Chen Xinglie made the move. Zhengping's neck.
In the eyes of these Qingyang Sect Inner Sect disciples, Chen Xinglie simply disappeared from the place where he was, teleporting to the front of Guangzheng Ping.
Only the elder of Qingyang Sect, Huai Lingbo, who stood on a tall building not far away and stared at the battlefield condescendingly, could barely distinguish the trajectory of Chen Xinglie's movement on the ground, knowing that this was not teleportation, but running. The speed is too fast, and human eyes have no time to react.
Even so, Huai Lingbo still only saw a bunch of afterimages.
"This boy..."
Huai Lingbo's eyes were full of shock, and for a while, he couldn't find a suitable word to describe Chen Xinglie.
As early as last year, Huai Lingbo had seen Chen Xinglie from afar once, but the childishness and weakness at that time had disappeared at this moment, and there was no trace of Chen Xinglie's body.
"It's really a good son of the best in the world!"
"This method is definitely not Qingyang Patriarchal Art!"
"Such swordsmanship and footwork are countless times more advanced than the techniques taught by Qingyang Sect to inner disciples!"
"Even the elder of the Qingyang Sect, I am afraid that the cultivation technique is far inferior to this Chen Xinglie!"
Huai Lingbo praised her sincerely, her eyes became extremely hot.
Guang Zhengping's heart was cold, his face was gray, staring at the big sword across his neck, he was trembling with fright, and said: "Chen...Junior Brother Chen, if you have something to say...say it, I will give it to you. One...explain!"
Huh!
The sword edge cut across.
Chen Xinglie put the blood-stained sword across the rain and said lightly: "I prefer to give you an explanation first than asking you to give me an explanation."
boom!
Guang Zhengping fell heavily to the ground, muddy water gradually rose up, the vitality in his eyes gradually disappeared.
Why don't you leave Qingyun City earlier and fly away?
Why can't you bear the family business here?
Is this the way people die for money and birds die for food?
I hate it!
The last thought flashed through Guang Zhengping's mind and died instantly.
The surrounding Qingyang Sect disciples were stunned. Not only did they not take the opportunity to siege Chen Xinglie, but many people were so scared that they retreated.
Even Guang Zhengping was killed in one face, these inner disciples who were not as strong as Guang Zhengping were naturally frightened.
Boom!
There was a thunder in the clouds and the rain surged.
The rain crackled on the necks of these Qingyang Sect disciples.
"Before dying, the thunderstorm rained on the sky to wash my neck, this treatment, tusk..."
Chen Xinglie looked at the Qingyang Sect disciples around him, and suddenly sighed, "It seems that you are all the proud children of heaven!"
The pride of heaven! ?
When everyone heard these four words, their eyes trembled.