Chapter 33 Come, let's play a game

Accompanied by a 'crunch' sound.

The door of the rockery was opened.

Xu Dalong led the way with a very attentive look on his face, then stopped in front of Ye Chen, pointed at him and said, "Third Young Master, this silly boy is Ye Chen."

After saying that, Xu Dalong shouted at Ye Chen, "The Third Young Master is in front of you, why don't you quickly pay your respects?"

Ye Chen was still sitting cross-legged on the ground, looking at his nose and heart, and said indifferently: "What are the Third Young Master and the Fifth Young Master? I don't know them."

After saying that, Ye Chen continued to sit there with his usual expression.

For him, even if the person in front of him was a descendant of the Changsheng family, what did it matter? He was confident that he had Qing'er by his side, and that he would have a great future and would definitely surpass everyone in the past and present!

A mere child of an aristocratic family was not worthy of his standing up! "How dare you!"

Xu Dalong suddenly became furious, rolled up his sleeves, and prepared to teach Ye Chen a lesson.

"Okay, you can get out now."

Chen Zhixing glanced at Xu Dalong and waited for Xu Dalong to leave.

Chen Zhixing's eyes swept across Ye Chen's face, and then fell on the rusty ancient sword.

He narrowed his eyes slowly.

"The Eternal Sword Qingzhi?" Chen Zhixing uttered.

In an instant.

Ye Chen, who had been able to maintain a calm expression, suddenly changed his expression.

He stood up with a bang, looked at Chen Zhixing in doubt and asked, "What did you just say?"

Chen Zhixing did not reply, but his eyes flickered slightly.

Memories of the plot in the game "Great Cultivation" in the previous life suddenly surged up.

He remembered the words correctly.

In the previous life, one of the nine main plots of this game, one of the destined protagonists was originally just a useless person, but he accidentally entered the ancient ruins and got the magic sword Qingzhi. Then, he turned into a dragon when he encountered wind and clouds. With the guidance of the sword spirit in the magic sword Qingzhi, he rose in the cultivation world and finally became the sword god! As for Chen Zhixing in his previous life, he had a God's perspective, and he knew it very well.

In fact, this destined protagonist is very weak, and the truly strong one is the immortal sword spirit in the magic sword Qingzhi!

At that time, there were many classic quotes about this immortal sword spirit that were widely circulated.

[Where is your home? Point me in a direction and I will strike with one sword.]

[Qing'er is invincible, the protagonist is free. 】

[The protagonist can be washed, but Qing'er must live! ]

From this, we can see how powerful and popular this immortal sword spirit is! "In other words, this guy is the destined protagonist?"

Chen Zhixing's eyes moved and he looked at Ye Chen again, who had a look of doubt on his face.

Ye Chen saw Chen Zhixing's eyes looking at him again, and he snorted coldly, "I don't care who you are, or how you got the news about Qing'er. I give you two choices."

"If you leave now, I can pretend that nothing happened. Otherwise, you will die!"

"The way to death?"

Chen Zhixing smiled. It seemed that this guy was indeed the destined protagonist.

He closed the white folding fan in his hand with a swish, and his narrow and clear eyes slowly narrowed, as if smiling: "Then I will also give you a choice. If you hand over this ancient sword, I will let you go. How about that?"

As soon as these words fell.

Ye Chen was immediately furious and said, "How dare you set your sights on Qing'er? You're courting death!"

Bang, bang, bang! The shackles on his hands and feet all broke.

Ye Chen shouted, "Qing'er, do it!"

Swoosh! The ancient sword instantly soared into the air, releasing a terrifying sword energy.

The whole hall is filled with sword energy!

The bluestone walls of the entire cell suddenly cracked with numerous cracks! "Die!"

Ye Chen stretched out his hand and pressed down hard.

The ancient sword suddenly stabbed towards Chen Zhixing fiercely! Ding——! A crisp sound was heard.

Chen Zhixing waved the folding fan in his hand casually, and the ancient sword was instantly smashed into pieces. The tip of the sword slanted into the ground half a foot, and the hilt shook wildly.

"Ye Yechen, this person has a high level of cultivation, at least he is in the Divine Wandering Realm!"

"I just woke up. I am no match for him."

"Run away quickly."

A tired female voice sounded in Ye Chen's mind.

Ye Chen was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that Qing'er, who had never failed before, would be defeated by a half-grown boy.

He reacted quickly, picked up the magic sword Qingzhi, stomped his right foot heavily on the ground, and instantly soared into the sky, ready to escape.

"Did you get away?"

Chen Zhixing narrowed his narrow eyes and smiled slightly.

"Innate Qi Hand!"

Boom——!!

In an instant, a giant golden hand condensed out of thin air and pressed down fiercely!

This golden giant hand is so huge that you can even see clear palm lines on the palm.

The moment the giant hand pressed down from above, it was like covering the sky and the sun, directly blocking all his space.

Ye Chen's face changed and he couldn't react at all. He just had time to raise his head and look, but the giant golden hand had already filled his vision and pressed down heavily!

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Boom!!! The ground cracked, bricks and stones flew, and wood chips flew everywhere.

He was smashed to the ground by the big hand and spat out a mouthful of blood.

He wanted to move, but the big hand quickly raised up again and slapped him hard again.

Bang, bang, bang! Bang, bang, bang!!! One after another, dull sounds rang out, and the earth was shaking continuously.

When the huge hand dissipated, the entire cell had become shocking and torn into pieces.

Ye Chen collapsed on the ground like a puddle of mud, with most of his bones broken.

Beside him, the rusty ancient sword was also extremely dull in color and made a low moaning sound.

Chen Zhixing walked forward step by step, bent down, grabbed Ye Chen's loose hair, and lifted half of his body off the ground.

The next moment.

He lifted Ye Chen's head to his mouth, smiled slightly and said:

"Come on, let's play a game now."

"Either you give me this sword, or tell me where you got it."

"I will let you go, and give you a top-level technique that can at least allow you to enter the realm of divine wandering, as well as ten beautiful concubines and a divine wandering soldier."

"Either."

Chen Zhixing said softly, "You choose to die rather than surrender, so I will crush your bones one by one, peel off your skin, and leave it on the city wall to dry, leaving it for birds to peck and ants to gnaw on."

"I want to see whether your bones are harder or the torture instruments that our Ziwei Chen family uses to torture people are harder."

"Believe me, I can make it so that you won't die easily."

The words fell.

Chen Zhixing let go of his hand and let Ye Chen fall straight to the ground.

"Come on, I'll give you ten seconds to tell me the answer."

In an instant.

Ye Chen was lying on the ground, with an expression of intense struggle on his face.

"ten."

"Nine."

"eight."

“.”

Seeing that Chen Zhixing really started counting the time, the struggle on Ye Chen's face was quickly replaced by fear.

"Ye Chen, don't believe him. He is a ruthless person and is definitely not a good person! As long as you tell him where the ruins are, he will kill you immediately!"

"If you don't tell him, he won't kill you for a while! That way you still have a chance of survival!"

The ancient sword trembled, and the tired female voice kept ringing in Ye Chen's mind.

In an instant, Ye Chen's original fear turned into struggle.

"Hmm? Are you communicating?"

Chen Zhixing narrowed his eyes gradually and looked at the magic sword Qingzhi.

(End of this chapter)