Chapter 1949

The cheers of the crowd had not stopped at this time, and the situation on the field suddenly settled. Everyone was shocked. Only Shenxiu held the captured three emperor sword and said with a wild laugh: "what kind of shit expert can you dare to be called an expert if you can't catch the three moves? Shifu, you're right. There are no experts in the Chinese cultivation world! Ha ha ha!"

Everyone didn't expect that Zhang Cunyi failed in three moves, and he failed so miserably!

Even Li Yundong didn't expect that Zhang Cunyi lost so quickly that even the magic weapon of the town sect, the three emperor sword, was taken away by the other party!

Although practitioners of all sects and sects have always had old grudges and grudges with each other, no one may look down on each other, but at this time, they couldn't help being angry with the enemy in the face of Shenxiu's arrogance. They stood up together and said angrily, "what are you talking about, asshole?"

"Say it again!"

"Japanese dog, come here and let you know if there are any experts in the Chinese spiritual world!"

Shenxiu looked at them with disdain. He proudly said to Zhang Cunyi, who fell to the ground, covered his chest and coughed up blood: "I heard that there is a saying in your Chinese practice circles that those who have the ability to use magic tools in the world live there. Now I am stronger than you and defeated you. Does this magic weapon belong to me?"

Zhang Cunyi didn't expect that he was seriously injured when he underestimated the enemy. Unexpectedly, the town sent magic weapons to be robbed. At this time, he was ashamed and angry. For a moment, he was angry and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Although the little foxes of fox Zen are not ashamed of him, they can't help but have compassion at this time. They all turn their heads and don't dare to see his tragedy again.

Zhang Cunyi's two younger martial brothers rushed over and held Zhang Cunyi. One mobilized Zhenyuan to save him, and the other angrily roared at Shenxiu: "how dare you hurt our young leader? Return our Sanhuang sword quickly, otherwise our Qingyang palace will swear to you!"

Shenxiu laughed wildly and said, "is this the strength of the young leader? If it is this strength, what does it have to do with my vow?"

When Zhang Cunyi heard what he said, he was ashamed and angry. Suddenly, he blacked out and fainted.

The practitioners on one side immediately exclaimed. Zhang Tianhe and Ziyuan all rushed to Zhang Cunyi regardless of the view of the sect. They grabbed one hand and went to check Zhang Cunyi's situation.

As soon as they picked up one hand, they looked at each other. Zhang Tianhe looked at Ziyuan with adoring eyes and whispered, "real Ziyuan, meet again!"

Ziyuan smiled at him faintly, nodded, and then focused on checking Zhang Cunyi's injury.

When Zhang Tianhe saw that Ziyuan just politely greeted him, he stopped paying attention to himself. He was disappointed and sighed in his sad heart.

After Ziyuan checked the injury, she said to Zhang Cunyi's younger martial brother next to her: "it's all right. He was angry and fainted, but immortal Zhang's injury was a little serious. I'm afraid he'll have to recuperate for a while."

The anxious younger martial brother was slightly relieved. He took a look at the arrogant Shenxiu and wanted to take back the Sanhuang sword, but he was afraid that he was not an opponent, so he whispered to Ziyuan and Zhang Tianhe: "Immortal Ziyuan and immortal Zhang, this divine show is so arrogant that they have won the magic weapon of the town sect of Qingyang palace. For the sake of being Taoist, how about they help to win back the three emperors' Divine sword?"