Chapter 1060: The God Lord Appears?

Falling into the scorched earth, Lin Mengyao bent down to pick up two pieces of cracked blue flame sky jadeite. She looked up at Bai Chen in a daze: "It's already cracked, can it still be used?"

Seeing this, Bai Chen smiled bitterly: "It can be used, it should be... it can be used!"

He himself didn't know, but it stands to reason that as long as it is a blue flame sky jadeite, regardless of size or shape, it should have its effect.

"Okay."

Lin Mengyao touched the two bright stones depressedly, and was about to put them in his waist, when the space in front of him suddenly twisted strangely, and then a figure quickly emerged.

"Mengyao!"

The sudden change made Bai Chen's face darken, and before he could do anything, the mysterious man had already slammed Lin Mengyao with a palm.

"Explosive step!"

Lin Mengyao's reaction was quite fast, and with a cry, her figure quickly flashed a distance.

The mysterious man's palm missed, and he still stood in the same place, but in his palm, he was holding a blue stone.

"He took a piece away!"

Lin Mengyao's pretty face sank, staring at the mysterious man in the mask, and found that the dress was very familiar.

At the beginning, Tianjike appeared in front of them like this.

"Are you the God of Xiuyun Empire?!" Bai Chen asked coldly.

The masked man didn't say a word, just glanced at Bai Chen, and his figure flashed and flew out of the sky.

"Want to run!"

Lin Mengyao saw this, and the red wings grew from his back again.

"Don't chase him, he is a strong man in the Heavenly Dao Realm!"

Bai Chen hurriedly stopped Lin Mengyao.

"But..."

Seeing her unwilling look, Bai Chen slowly shook his head: "We just used the Ancient Twin Swords, and now our spiritual power is greatly damaged. Now we are not the opponent of the Heavenly Dao Realm at all, so let him go."

Blue Flame Sky Jade Stone, at least they have got a piece, and their goal has been achieved. As for this mysterious masked man, there will always be a time to meet again.

"Brother Bai Chen, let's hurry back to Zhengzhou. We've all come out, and Zhengzhou is very empty." Tang Qin's voice sounded in his ears.

"Well, let's go now."

Bai Chen nodded.

After killing the Blood Domain strongman, they have a feud with the Blood Domain.

But even so, what can he do?

If even the Blood Domain doesn't dare to fight, what qualifications does he have to dare to take revenge on Luoxi's Wanchao Pavilion?

Thinking about Haotian and Luoxi, Bai Chen's eyes became more determined.

...

A few days later.

Zhengzhou, Chenyao Sword Sect's martial arts training hall.

More than a hundred Chenyao Sword Sect disciples wearing blue robes are diligently practicing swordsmanship with Yang Qiuyu. In order to enable everyone to master quick killing moves in a short time, Yang Qiuyu deliberately developed a set of sword skills specifically for the initial spiritual realm spiritists.

This set of sword skills looks simple, but in fact it is fierce and deadly, which can be said to be the essence of actual combat.

At present, the reputation of Chenyao Sword Sect is not loud enough. Among those who can be recruited, spiritualists are rare, so those who are in the initial spiritual realm are also considered outstanding disciples in the sect.

Xiaoya took a bite of the meat bun in one hand, sat bored by the flower bed, looked at those disciples, and kept shaking her head and sighing: "Alas, Sister Qiuyu has broken down the movements like this, but they still can't learn it. They are too stupid."

"That's right." Xia Daotian nodded repeatedly on the side, his expression was very natural, completely covering up the fact that he couldn't learn it either.

In the leisurely days, except for those who were busy with the affairs of the sect, the other backbone personnel were practicing on their own, but Xiaoya was too playful and kept following Xia Daotian around.

In this regard, the scholar also thought of many ways to motivate her fighting spirit, but in the end he failed. It seems that in Chenyao Sword Sect, the only person who can subdue this little kid, except Bai Chen, is Master Tang, who is a million miles away.

"Grandpa Xia, why do you think Brother Ling Can is always drinking? Is he missing the Phoenix Temple?" Xiaoya suddenly asked curiously.

"How can he miss the Phoenix Temple? He is... Alas!"

Xia Daotian sighed and didn't want to say anything more.

At this time, on the second floor of the Qianzi Restaurant in Zhengzhou, Ling Can was still there. He was familiar with going there to get drunk every day. Because he paid enough money, and the status of Chenyao Sword Sect in Zhengzhou, the restaurant owner who was good at flattering hung a "No Passing" sign on the stairs.

So there was only Ling Can on the second floor. No one would bother him no matter how much he wanted to drink or how long he wanted to drink.

The balcony on the second floor of the Qianzi Restaurant extended outward for half a house. At this time, Ling Can was sitting at a round table on the balcony, occasionally taking a sip of strong liquor and occasionally looking down at the pedestrians coming and going.

He longed to fight and meet strong enemies. These seemed to have come true after he came to the Xiuyun Empire.

However, his heart was inexplicably empty and irritable.

At this moment, in front of Ling Can's table, the space suddenly twisted rapidly, and then a figure emerged like the wind.

Looking up at the smiling black-robed figure, Ling Can said drunkenly: "You're back."

Bai Chen sat down helplessly, poured himself a glass of wine, and took a sip: "Ling Can, I am the sect leader after all, can't you call me?"

"You don't like those empty words."

"You~" Bai Chen supported his chin and looked down at the pedestrians on the street with Ling Can: "Hey, look, is the girl in the blue dress pretty?"

"..."

Seeing Ling Can remained silent, Bai Chen smiled and narrowed his eyes, and joked: "I think that girl looks a lot like Zishan, what do you think?"

"You did it on purpose?"

"Hahaha! No, no, just tell me, do you look alike?"

"Zishan is the only good girl in the world, how can she compare to her!" Ling Can glanced at Bai Chen with a smirk, and said indifferently: "Even your Lin Mengyao and Tang Qin can't compare to Zishan!"

"Tsk tsk. Yes, yes, your Zishan is the cutest and most beautiful in the world, okay?"

"..."

If it was Bai Chen who teased someone else, he would have teased the other person's face to blush, but this Ling Can, alas...

Looking directly at Ling Can, Bai Chen's mind once again recalled the scene in the Fengyan Dynasty.

That was the day before he left, and it was also the day he handed the expedition list to Miao Lao to ask him to help with the discussion.

At that time, there were sixteen names on the list, but after Miao Lao read it, he deliberately removed Zishan's name.

Just when Bai Chen was puzzled, Miao Lao told him seriously that Ling Can was the evil spirit of the Ghost Emperor. If he wanted to grow, he had to be angry and persistent enough. Only by suppressing his evil spirit and making it heavier and heavier until it reached a critical point, he would be able to break through the limit and become more and more powerful...