Chapter 190: Battle of the pinnacles (three/four)

Melaleuca.
Yun Liao and the others who rushed to hear the movement stopped at the edge of the square, and when they looked down, they could just see the scene of Wen Ping and Wei Qianjue fighting. Yun Liao was most surprised when he saw this amazing scene.
"Is this the strength of the Sect Master? The Mutated Vessel is too strong!" He knew that Wen Ping opened the Vessel when he was in Huangli City, but he did not expect that Wen Ping opened the Mutation Vein.
"Wei Qianjue has been famous in East Lake for a long time. In the middle of Tongxuan, there are few rivals. Except for the three main agents who can evenly share with him, no one can play with him anymore. In the middle of Tongxuan. After a hundred years, as an offering to Qianjiemen, he has also practiced the Huang-level middle-grade pulse technique. In one hundred years, he must have been completed. Even the old man can't go through ten rounds in Wen Qianjie's hands."
Looking at the slight palpitations from the side, Murong Chi couldn't help but sigh, remembering his rudeness in the past two days. Thinking about it now, Wen Ping did give him a lot of respect, but he didn't know how to cherish it.
In this way, he wanted to take Yang Xi as a disciple as soon as he saw Wen Ping. If Wen Ping is more grumpy, he can teach him a lesson, he still doesn't have the strength to bring the Murong family to come here for revenge.
Hearing Murong Chi's sigh, Qin Shan, Huancheng, Huanshan and others couldn't help whispering to each other as they watched the battle of Melaleuca.
"It's no wonder that this kid, entering the middle of the Tongxuan realm, still looks indifferent. It turns out that his strength is already comparable to that of the middle of the Tongxuan realm, and at the level of the older generation, my brother has a good son."
"This is the horror of the Mutated Vein Gate. The Sect Master has just broken through the Profound Realm, and he is able to fight the Profound Middle Realm. I am the same age as the Sect Master, but I am still wandering in the Eighth Stage of Body Refining."
Qin Shan looked down at the mountain and couldn't help but feel fascinated.
And Lin Kewu on the side had nothing but surprise in his heart.
It is said that the enchanting genius is nothing more than stepping into Tong Xuan at the age of 25 to be qualified to touch the threshold of Shen Xuan. A genius of this level should belong to the elite in the three-star sect, power, or academy.
However, no matter how enchanting genius, even if he has a spiritual body-the innocent body, he is not as good as the Sect Master Wen in front of him. No matter how he looked at it, Wen Ping looked like he was eighteen or nineteen years old, but he was still connected to the Profound Realm, and he was able to fight the Middle Profound Realm. He was still an old antique who had been in the Middle Realm of Tong Profound for a hundred years.
"It's no wonder that the Sect Master said that I am sure to enter the Tongxuan Realm before the age of 25." Lin Ke couldn't help sighing in his heart.
At this moment, there are two people standing outside Qingshui Street.
A middle-aged man, holding a spear, stands on the roof of a restaurant that has collapsed in half. Not far from him, there was a man in black, whose clothes completely covered his whole body.
The two stood there, more than two hundred meters away from the battle center.
Looking around, the middle-aged man holding the spear suddenly spoke, "Heiye, what do you think?"
The man called Heiye said, "Wei Qianjue's strength is above you and me, and the means is even more detached. Although Wen Ping has a different vein, his training level is not low, but he wants to defeat Wei. Qianjue is impossible. You and I just need to wait here, and after the fight is over, we can be the oriole by our own ability."
The middle-aged man with a gun smiled.
No more words.
He agrees with the other party's opinion, and it is true that different veins can fight across borders. It's not about crossing one realm and winning another realm who is already invincible. Cross-border combat only refers to the ability of the lower Tongxuan realm to defeat the ordinary Tongxuan middle realm.
There is a two-character difference between the two, but this difference represents decades of accumulation and precipitation.
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Melaleuca.
"Sure enough, the introductory fire dragon technique is not even worse than the consummate yellow-level middle-grade pulse technique." Wen Ping was secretly surprised.
Perhaps when his fire dragon technique reaches a small level, he can compete with the perfect hurricane slash, and the realm of great success should be able to steadily defeat the perfect hurricane slash. Although he has a different vein, the distance he crossed is too great.
How big is this distance--for example, Murong Chi's middle level of Profound Harmony is quite satisfactory, and it is not weak in the middle realm of Profound Harmony, nor is it particularly strong. Then Wei Qianjue could play several Murongchi at this level.
But he really felt a pity for Wei Qianjue, "If you came to me a few days earlier, you will really lose to this fight."
After speaking, the light of the sword fell straight in the air, seeming to have a pair of eyes, cutting towards Wen Ping.
Wen Ping didn't move, but Wei Qianjue's smile grew thicker when he saw this scene.
It was the first time that he saw someone encountering his sword but not hiding. For the person who did not hide last time, the grass at the head of the grave was already kneeless. After laughing, Wei Qianjue burst away, cutting the knife in his hand directly towards Wen Ping.
Wei Qianjue smiled and said, "Wen Ping, you are so proud that you still don't retreat. Well, I will give you two choices. If you hide from the sword, you will not be able to hide from me; you avoid me. You can't hide from the sword. Choose one!"
"Why can't the two be hard-wired?"
"Hold it? Haha... Wen Ping, unless—"
Wei Qianjue's smile stopped abruptly, and his expression instantly solidified, and the last half of the sentence "unless you want to die" could not be said in his mouth.
After the three-foot-long blade was cut off, it was blocked by Wen Ping's elbow.
Body block pulse technique!
This was the first time he heard about it, and it was the first time he saw it.
Immediately afterwards, Wen Ping's voice came, "Wei Qianjue, would you also give me a punch and try it?"
When the voice fell, Wen Ping suddenly pinched the knife in his hand.
When he wanted to break free, a fist of Wen Ping quickly slammed into his face, and he had no time to stop it!
boom!
Wei Qianjue flew out.
He flew directly from the thousand-story stairs to the foot of Yunlan Mountain and crashed into the ruins of the house.
Lying in the ruins, Wei Qianjue felt the pain in this half of his face, and spit out the strange smell in his mouth~EbookFREE.me~!
The saliva has turned into blood.
Wei Qianjue watched this scene, not angry but laughed, "Sure enough, the different veins and profound art are different, and the old man's innocence body has become a big one. Even you can't take a punch and see blood."
After laughing, Wei Qianjue's face became cold.
When looking at Wen Ping, he was silent for a while, and said, "Unfortunately, you are so proud that you didn't realize that the biggest danger is actually beside you."
When the voice fell, the woman who was standing outside the stone steps suddenly grew her mouth, and immediately spit out the black smoke from her mouth. The black smoke was like light and shadow, covering a small part of Yunlan Mountain in an instant.
Wen Ping is right at the center.
Wei Qianjue laughed and said, "Do you really think that the old man came without a little preparation? My granddaughter is a monster Kurosawa, and the smoke that I vomit can trap the upper realm of the profound and block the pulse. In this, you can't even sense the pulse energy, and there is no heaven and earth energy in the dantian, you are now the turtle in the urn!"