Chapter 829

There are two figures approaching here. They are not others. They are Chen Jie and Qing Yan. At this time, they are just like a couple of immortals.

At this moment, Liu Ming's eyes are filled with Mori's coldness. Many people know that he loves Qingyan.

But now looking at the woman in his heart, actually holding the hand of other men, his mood, it can be imagined, has been worse than ever.

Today's Chen Jie is quite different from that of the past. He has changed a lot. He is not angry but powerful. Although he is not very handsome, he is still full of self-confidence.

His eyes swept all the people in the room, and his expression remained unchanged. He was as indifferent as ever. His eyes were deep, giving people a feeling of unfathomability.

And Liu Ming's face is even more ugly. Chen Jie just took a look at him, but his face has not changed, which is a kind of contempt and shame for him.

If it wasn't for Qingyan, he would have come to fight for life and death!

Although Chen Jie's name is very loud and famous in the port of heaven, it's a pity that most of his disciples are male here.

Therefore, their eyes naturally did not stay on the body, but on Qingyan, even those women.

You know, Qingyan didn't cover her veil at this time, but showed her real face. It can be said that her real face was very mysterious before, and few people knew it.

But now, from what we can see, it will naturally attract all eyes.

Those female students who originally felt that they were excellent in appearance felt a sense of shame in their hearts at this time.

And the male disciples of the inner gate, breathing suddenly stopped at this time, their eyes were all in the perfect face, and their eyes were all flashing hot light.

As we all know, at this time, both men and women were deeply shocked.

Looking at her real face, I can't believe that this world can have such a perfect face.

Basically, all the male disciples are obsessed and occupied.

But at the next moment, a cold and piercing feeling came and penetrated into their heart, making them feel creepy. They were all wet with cold sweat, and even had no strength, and they were already sitting on the ground.

And green Yan, also is already face cover light gauze, crystal clear eyes is revealing the chill, the terror of spiritual power, unconsciously put out, cover the whole scene, make everyone shudder.

This scene has become very embarrassing at this time. These inner disciples are all depressed and pale, obviously scared.

"Cough..." Chen Jie takes Qingyan's little hand and looks at her with a side face. He has a deep meaning and a light dry cough.

His whole body was covered with sunlight, and his body had a golden luster. If it was covered with a layer of gold, it was just because of this that although he stood beside Qingyan, he was not affected at all.

Then, her spiritual power suddenly recovered, and these inner disciples relieved themselves of the heavy burden.

And Xiao Fan, looking at Qing Yan's eyes, is more dignified, more afraid.

In the past, he did not believe that his elder brother was defeated by this woman with only one blow, but now he is convinced that this is the truth.

The feeling of suffocation just now was never felt by his elder brother, only by the elders in the clan.

As for Liu Ming, looking at Qingyan's eyes is also very complicated, and his heart is very uncomfortable, especially looking at Chen Jie.

The other side's appearance is not as good as his own, and he doesn't need to think much about his strength. He certainly doesn't feel as good as himself.

But the other side can get the goddess's heart, which makes it difficult for him to accept. The flame of jealousy in his heart is burning, even in his eyes.

Looking at Chen Jie's eyes, Xiao Fan is also angry, you know, so far, his brother is lying, difficult to get up.

He knew that it all came down to this ugly but mysterious guy.

Maybe it's a deterrent, maybe it's a provocation.

Standing on the platform, Xiao Fan pointed to a young man who was thin and not very handsome. He said, "this younger martial brother, can you come up and compete with me?"

In the process, he took a deep look at Chen Jie and raised his mouth slightly.

And Chen Jie's eyebrows suddenly jump, deep eyes also become a little cold, feel each other's provocation.

Especially after looking at which teenager he pointed to, he was more convinced.

Because this is a teenager who looks like him.

Both of them are dressed in black and slightly thin. They are not handsome. Even in the realm of cultivation, there is not much difference. Chen Jie just broke through the Ninth level of divine realm today.

Chen Jie can feel that this youth's cultivation level is the peak of the seventh level.

"Elder martial brother, forget it. I'm sure I can't do it." The boy shook his head.

His name is Wu Hao. Different from other inner disciples, he was born as a hunter and had no prominent status. However, at this age, he had reached the seventh level of spiritual cultivation.

Moreover, there are seven spiritual veins. In the harbor of heaven, it can really be called the supreme genius.

"Younger martial brother, you are modest. I've heard of your name, so don't be modest. Let me learn from you." He was still smiling, but there was a chill in his eyes.

Wu Hao stood in the same place and didn't move, but his fists were tightly clenched at this time, and he knew what the other person was thinking.

The other's age of practice is several years higher than that of him, and his realm is naturally higher than that of him. In addition, the identity gap between the two sides is even more obvious.

Xiao Fan, born in the Lin family, is the son of the contemporary family leader. Naturally, there is no need to think much about the cultivation of resources, and there is no need to cultivate some treasures.

Wu Hao, on the other hand, was born in a poor family and had no cultivation resources. But now he can achieve this kind of cultivation only through his own efforts.

In terms of cultivation talent, he can win completely, but in terms of combat power, the winning rate is slim.

You know, up to now, he hasn't practiced any baojue, but there is a realm of cultivation, which is hard to compete with Xiao Fan.

Seeing that the other party didn't come to the platform, Xiao Fan's eyes flashed away, giving people a kind of genial appearance. He jumped down the platform and came to him.

After that, he grasped Wu Hao's arm and immediately put forth his strength, with a playful smile on his lips, and then stepped onto the stage again.

In the whole process, Wu Hao was completely forced. Although his body was very strong, he was helpless. Xiao Fan's cultivation level was higher than him, and he could easily suppress him.

There's no chance to resist at all. It's just a state of mind.

Moreover, his strength is enough, although it seems very casual, but it is enough to let other people's arms grip to pieces.

Fortunately, Wu Hao was born as a hunter. He had a strong physique. He often exercised his physique with the blood of wild animals, so he didn't suffer a lot. But he still felt numb and painful, but his face was still calm and unchanged.

"Come on, younger martial brother, don't be so humble. Let me see your real strength. If you only know how to work hard, your future achievements will be limited." He is not as shy as the other party, but he is still preaching here, which is really shameful.