106 Don't slander me

Although these words were spoken in a low voice, so low that Ji Chen could not hear what they said at all.

But Ji Chen had good eyesight, and the expression of not being optimistic about himself and thinking that he was no different from committing suicide was vividly shown on the faces of the onlookers.

It was not the first time that Ji Chen was looked down upon.

He didn't care at all before, but today was different.

He didn't have any competitive spirit, he just hated this prince.

In addition, the ghost pupil was watching.

He couldn't embarrass himself in front of his apprentice.

Nangong Ying drew a sword, and found that this young man without spiritual roots was lucky enough to escape, so he was not surprised.

He just thought that the opponent was lucky.

Anyway, the second move would definitely make the opponent's head explode and turn into a blood clot!

Nangong Yu once again concentrated his energy. This time he did not rush to attack. He held the hilt of the sword tightly with his right hand, which was shaking slightly.

He took a deep breath, and the spiritual power in his body quickly gathered on the sword like a surging torrent.

In an instant, the sword exuded a heart-pounding chill, and the surrounding air seemed to be frozen into ice chips.

Not only was it chilly, but the sword also emitted a dazzling blue light, like a flash of lightning across the night sky.

A powerful spiritual power continuously surged out from the inside of the sword like a surging tide, forming a spiritual power vortex visible to the naked eye.

This spiritual power brought with it endless pressure and frosty power, which made the audience exclaim in admiration: "Amazing! It seems that apart from Xue Wuxi, our Chinese prince is the closest sword cultivator to the Sword Ancestor."

Ji Chen thought: Don't smear me.

Just like that? Close?

A million miles away!

Nangong Suo finally felt that it was the right time to make a move. He swung his sword fiercely, and a dazzling frosty sword energy shot out!

This sword energy was like a roaring blue dragon, carrying endless chill and powerful momentum, rushing forward.

Wherever it passed, a thick layer of frost instantly formed on the ground, quickly freezing everything into ice.

Ji Chen calmly and gently turned sideways, seemingly moving his feet casually, but cleverly avoided the surging spiritual power.

After the sword energy was dodged, it exploded directly behind Ji Chen into a huge icicle that penetrated the wall that had long been in ruins, and even pierced a big hole in all the buildings on the street!

Now, everyone on the street was disturbed and ran over to see what happened.

Those who came late were still asking those who came early.

But most of them had just arrived and couldn't explain it clearly.

Li Yuan began to tell the people who had just arrived what happened vividly while eating melon seeds.

Of course, he couldn't help but add fuel to the fire.

Ji Chen was so excited when he heard what he said that he even told the script of "Shura Field".

Everyone believed it.

Now everyone knows that the Crown Prince of China and a young man without spiritual roots fought for a handsome man with high cultivation.

Li Yuan pointed at Gui Tong and showed them to everyone: "Did you see it? This is the one they are fighting for. Is there anyone who is fighting for him?"

Everyone nodded: "Handsome! So handsome!"

Gui Tong couldn't hide the look in his eyes that wanted to kill Li Yuan!

But he didn't say anything, still standing there looking at Ji Chen.

It's not that he was watching the excitement, nor was he enjoying the pleasure of being fought over by two people.

When Nangong Suo saw Ji Chen escape again, his eyes widened with disbelief.

Because he could never imagine that a person without any spiritual roots could dodge his attacks twice in a row.

The first time was okay, maybe it was luck.

The second time could not be luck!

And he dodged so easily, as if he was being played with by a monkey.

"This is impossible!"

Furious and humiliated, Nangong Suo finally rushed towards Ji Chen regardless of everything, with the long sword in his hand pointing directly at Ji Chen's chest.

Ji Chen knew that he had used up the strongest spiritual power in the frosty sword energy just now, and now only pure sword swing was left. Qianlu has run

out of tricks.

So he raised a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, saw the right opportunity, and suddenly reached out to grab Nangong Suo's wrist.

Nangong Suo was unable to move at once. He looked at Ji Chen in horror, wondering where this young man without spiritual roots got so much strength.

Ji Chen didn't have much strength at all. He just held the place on Nangong Suo's wrist where he held the sword and used his spirit. This place was only Ji Chen could detect.

As soon as he grabbed Nangong Suo's wrist, Ji Chen skillfully snatched the sword from his hand.

"It turns out that the fusion period is just like this. Remember to admit defeat."

Ji Chen said contemptuously, and then let go of his hand. Nangong Suo's sword in his hand fell to the ground with a "crunch".

Then he looked at Nangong Suo, who was defeated and fell to the ground, with a smug look on his face, and found that his face was red with anger.

He didn't know whether he was angry or embarrassed.

Everyone around was also shocked.

Nangong Suo had never been so humiliated in his life!

He suddenly realized that Ji Chen had seen through all his sword moves.

In other words, he had studied swordsmanship.

If he used spiritual power directly, he would definitely be able to kill him!

In order to regain his lost face, Nangong Suo weaved a huge ball of spiritual light with one hand and smashed it towards Ji Chen without hesitation.

This time Ji Chen really couldn't dodge.

He really couldn't control it without sword moves.

But he didn't worry too much.

And as he expected, the ball of spiritual light suddenly disappeared when it was about to approach him.

Instead, there was the tall and upright figure of Guitong, who stood in front of him solemnly.

After Ghost Eye took on the spiritual light with his physical body, he was unharmed and absorbed the spiritual light completely.

He raised his right hand again, put two fingers together, and a frightening blood-red light flashed quickly from between his slender fingers.

The blood light instantly turned into a frightening whip of light, emitting a strong bloody smell and fierce murderous aura, and lashed towards Nangong Suo's fair face fiercely.

The air was torn apart by the blood whip, making a sharp and piercing whistling sound, which made people shudder.

And a frightening blood mark appeared on Nangong Suo's face.

But this blood mark was only a surface injury, the more serious one was the internal injury.

Nangong Suo fell backwards, and the moment he fell, his seven magics were bleeding profusely, and his clothes were shattered by the spiritual power fluctuations of the ghost pupil.

——Not only was he defeated and disgraced, he was also seriously injured, and he was also seen by everyone!

None of the onlookers spoke for him. They all smiled happily as if they were there to watch the fun.

Even the owner of this store did not come over to speak for him.

The main reason was that they did not dare to get close to Nangong Suo, lest they be targeted by the Great Sima Ming and thought that they were members of the royal family.

In the end, it was Ji Chen who softened his heart.

He felt that although Nangong Suo was mean and snobbish, he was also harmed by his two disciples, and it was quite pitiful.

So he took off his coat on his own initiative, walked forward and covered his disheveled body.

It was just covering it.

Then he waved to Guitong, meaning to leave.

I don't plan to think about the bet anymore.

After all, I'm in this state now, and it's good enough to be alive.