Saint Sovereign of Nine Heavens

Lin Ya was expressionless, as if he didn't hear what Xin Mengqiu said and remained unmoved.    

    

"You're thinking of a pretty good one!" A voice as clear as jade sounded out, and the one who spoke was Lan Xinyu. She laughed coldly: "This is the Langya Sword Sect, even if you want to snatch Chen Yu's Holy Yin Fruit, it's not your turn!"    

    

Xin Mengqiu shrugged his shoulders and whistled, "Look, just tell us if you don't want us to snatch the Holy Yin Fruit away from you. Why pretend?    

    

Lan Xinyu raised her eyebrows, and said: "That has nothing to do with you, so be sensible and listen to the Wind Courtyard, otherwise don't blame us, the disciples of Sword Sect, for not knowing how to treat guests!"    

    

"That's right, don't forget that this is the Sword Sect, not your Qiushan Martial School!"    

    

"What we should do with this kid from Ruling Spirit Sect is our problem, it has nothing to do with your Qiushan Sect!"    

    

"Pavilion Master, let's drive these guys away first!"    

    

"…"    

    

The group of Langya Sword Sect disciples seemed to be filled with righteous indignation, as they berated in succession.    

    

Xin Meng Qiu didn't mind these scolding. He had a smiling expression on his face.    

    

"Senior Brother Lin, how are you guys going to deal with this?" Seeing the chaotic situation, Chen Yu retracted his gaze and asked Lin Ya.    

    

Lin Ya's expression was indifferent as he said: "Junior Brother Chen, don't worry, I will handle this with my Yang Opening Pavilion. Before the date of our arranged battle arrives, I will not let anyone disturb you!"    

    

Chen Yu shook his head. Lin Ya's words were too full. He didn't think Lin Ya could do this. Without mentioning anything else, Tu Jin's will alone was not something that Lin Ya could go against.    

    

"Enough, stop talking nonsense!" While being scolded by the Yang Opening Pavilion flute, Jiao Loong opened his mouth and stared at Lin Ya, saying: "One Holy Yin Fruit from each of our two sides is the best result, if you are unwilling, then we can only see it for ourselves, and let us witness the power of Kai Yang and Pavilion Master!"    

    

"As you wish!" Lin Ya looked at Jiao Loong with a sharp gaze as a fiery fighting spirit flashed in his eyes.    

    

"Alright!" Jiao Loong took a step forward and said, "Please!"    

    

Lin Ya was about to take a step forward, but a figure stepped forward and stood in front of him.    

    

"Junior Brother Chen?" Lin Ya looked at the figure in front of him with a puzzled expression.    

    

"Senior Brother Lin, let me do it!" Without turning his head, Wu Tie said, "I don't have a very good temper. If someone wants to rob my things, I will usually beat them to death. If they want to rob my things, they will have to pay the price with blood. But this is still a Langya Sword Sect after all, so it's not good for me to beat him to death.    

    

Jiao Loong was stunned for a moment and then laughed out loud. He looked around and said, "Did I hear it wrongly? This brat said that he won't beat me to death and will only rob my Storage Bag. Should I thank him for his mercy? "    

    

"Ha ha!" Xin Mengqiu was laughing uproariously. He was laughing so hard that tears came out of his eyes.    

    

Even Ho Bingrong, who had a stern expression, smiled.    

    

On the contrary, the reaction of the group of Yang Opening Pavilion disciples wasn't that great. Back then, when Chen Yu consecutively defeated Liang Cheng and Zhong Lin, he displayed great strength. With such a fact in front of him, what Chen Yu said now might not be completely impossible.    

    

Even though Ho Bingrong, Jiao Loong and the rest were the elites of the Qiu Martial Arts Sect, they had yet to display their true strength. In the eyes of the Yang Opening Pavilion disciples, they were a little too arrogant.    

    

Seeing that the Yang Opening Pavilion disciple's reaction wasn't too big, and that he didn't start laughing, Jiao Loong frowned, and said in a bad mood: "Ruling Spirit Sect Chen Yu, if this wasn't Langya Sword Sect, and if this wasn't Yang Opening Pavilion, you would already be a corpse. Right now, kneel down and offer up your Holy Yin Fruit.    

    

"So much nonsense!" Chen Yu's spirits were waning and he said: "If you kneel down and offer your Storage Bag, you can also take less pain!"    

    

All of the Yang Opening Pavilion disciples had strange expressions. Although they had witnessed Chen Yu's strength after defeating Liang Cheng, Zhong Lin and the rest, the current Chen Yu seemed to still be a little too arrogant.    

    

Jiao Loong sneered and did not attack directly. He looked at Lin Ya and asked, "Lin Pavilion Master, what do you think?"    

    

It was obvious that Jiao Loong was not completely enraged by Chen Yu and still maintained a certain level of calmness. He knew that this was, after all, the Yang Opening Pavilion, and he could not act too excessively.    

    

Lin Ya glanced at Chen Yu and then looked at Moo Su.    

    

Moo Su was expressionless and had no intention to speak, as if everything that happened in front of him had nothing to do with her.    

    

Jiao Loong and the rest were also paying attention to Moo Su's reaction. With their strength, they were able to see the power of Moo Su and the existence of Moo Su, which was why they never dared to interfere.    

    

They were extremely fearful of Moo Su and did not dare to charge into the small courtyard. When Chen Yu walked out of the small courtyard, it could be said that it was exactly what they wanted.    

    

"Junior Brother Chen, are you confident?" Lin Ya could only turn his attention back to Chen Yu and asked in a low voice when he saw that Moo Su did not have the slightest reaction.    

    

Chen Yu said, "Senior Brother Lin, since you want to use my battle to break through, how can I let you down?"    

    

Lin Ya had a slightly complicated expression on his face as he said, "Alright!"    

    

After speaking, Lin Ya stepped forward and said: "Brother He, please, if you want to snatch Junior Brother Chen Yu's Holy Yin Fruit, defeat me first!"    

    

Ho Bingrong's brows twitched. He was slightly surprised, but he replied without any hesitation, "Alright!"    

    

"Junior Brother Chen, let's see who will defeat the opponent first!" Lin Ya said loudly, "If I win, Junior Brother Chen, you will have to go back into closed door training to not disappoint me!"    

    

Chen Yu laughed and said: "Senior Brother Lin is generous, how can I be left behind?"    

    

Chen Yu and Ho Bingrong acted as if no one else was there, while a hint of coldness flashed across Ho Bingrong's eyes. As for Jiao Loong, Xin Mengqiu and the rest, their expressions were ice-cold as killing intent flickered in their eyes.    

    

"Senior Brother He, after you!" Lin Ya slapped the Storage Bag and a long sword appeared in his hand. The sword's edge was cold and sharp, and when Lin Ya's hand was pulled, the surface was wrapped in a faint domain, showing no doubt that it was a Profound Artifact.    

    

"Please!" Ho Bingrong nodded. He did not take out any weapons.    

    

Lin Ya waited for a few seconds. Seeing that Ho Bingrong didn't seem to want to use the Ice Blades, he frowned slightly. He raised the sword in his hand horizontally and made a start gesture, thrusting out his sword in a very ordinary manner.    

    

The sword stabbed out and the field spread out to a size of ten feet. Ho Bingrong was encircled inside.    

    

Ripples of void appeared around Ho Bingrong's body. As he was engulfed by the Profound Artifact Long Sword's domain, his aura was immediately suppressed. However, he only raised his finger and flicked on the tip of the sword.    

    

Ding! A trembling sound rang out and a sharp sword intent directly shattered. The Profound Artifact Long Sword's field shockingly broke apart, while Ho Bingrong directly retreated, escaping the Profound Artifact Long Sword's field.    

    

Lin Ya did not pursue him, but his expression became more serious. The fighting spirit in his eyes was burning, as if he was looking forward to his fight with Ho Bingrong.    

    

As for the Yang Opening Pavilion disciples, they encouraged Lin Ya and did not even blink, afraid that they would miss out on the slightest detail.    

    

Liu Tie's expression was as calm as an ancient well, but in his heart, he was also amazed at the strength of Lin Ya and Ho Bingrong.    

    

Compared to Zuo Yan'erang from the ancient battlefield, Lin Ya and Ho Bingrong were much stronger.    

    

Just because they were of the same realm, didn't mean that they were of the same strength. Especially when they were everywhere at the peak of the Ninth Layer of the Spirit Accumulation Stage, this point was especially obvious.    

    

Chen Yu didn't continue looking at Jiao Loong and walked towards him.    

    

Jiao Loong also retracted his gaze and stared at Chen Yu with a sneer.    

    

Towards Jiao Loong, Chen Yu was not polite and did not greet him. Instead, he threw out a punch.    

    

With a roar, the Dragon Roaring Sound moved like a bolt of lightning, rushing towards Jiao Loong.    

    

The moment the Five-Colored Energy Dragon appeared, Jiao Loong was astonished and he also threw out a punch.    

    

The azure colored aura condensed and condensed, it was vast and deep.    

    

BOOM *    

    

The two gales clashed, Jiao Loong's Gale Qi, which was several times stronger than Chen Yu, seemed to have the upper hand, but as soon as the two Gale Qi clashed, the azure Qi was shattered, and the Dragon Qi from the Howling Dragon Fist immediately rushed to Jiao Loong's fist.    

    

Jiao Loong couldn't help but take a few steps back as his fist shook violently.    

    

In just one exchange, Jiao Loong had suffered a small loss due to Chen Yu's unique astral energy.    

    

Most of the Yang Opening Pavilion Disciples were focused on Lin Ya and Ho Bingrong, and did not have much of a reaction to Chen Yu's actions. However, Xin Mengqiu and Pang Dan were paying attention, and at this moment, their expressions froze.    

    

At the entrance of the small courtyard, Moo Su's expression was still as cold as water. However, her beautiful eyes flashed as she revealed a breathtaking look.    

    

"Damn it!" With a low growl, Jiao Loong knew that he had underestimated his opponent. He could not help but reveal an angry look.    

    

However, in just a few short breaths of time, Jiao Loong saw Chen Yu pouncing towards him. Jiao Loong waved his fist again and a punch flew towards him.    

    

"How dare he be so arrogant!" Jiao Loong let out a cold snort. He arched his back and clawed at Chen Yu like a tensed and open bow.    

    

In the space between Jiao Loong's fingers, the azure colored astral energy rotated and interweaved, condensing into a sharp claw. On the surface of the sharp claw, runes began to condense, as if they were scales.    

    

Supernatural Martial Arts, Gold Splitting Hand!    

    

Previously, Jiao Loong was arrogant, but he had the qualifications to be arrogant. In the Qiu Martial Arts Sect, he was also a top disciple and reached the Ninth Layer of the Spirit Accumulation Stage realm at the age of thirty-four, looking down on his peers.    

    

Compared to Jiao Loong, Lih Heequan, who was famous in the ancient battlefield, could only be considered as his junior.    

    

Ang    

    

It was still the sound of the Dragon Roaring Sound as the five-colored Astral Energy Dragon condensed on Chen Yu's fist. It whistled continuously and crashed into the claw of the Astral Qi, causing the dragon's head to be torn apart and the five-colored Astral Energy flowing out from the torn area, causing the might of the Astral Energy Dragon to be greatly reduced.    

    

However, at the same time, the claw formed by the splitting golden hand also shattered.    

    

After the Astral Energy dragon's power had been greatly reduced, Chen Yu's fist energy was still the same as before as it came straight towards him.    

    

The release of Spiritual Dipper s had always been a side effect for Chen Yu, and Chen Yu had never expected to defeat Jiao Loong with just one Howling Dragon Fist of Astral Qi Condensation.    

    

Moreover, to a martial art like the Howling Dragon Fist, the True Divine Spirit was only a method to increase the power of a punch, it was not that important.    

    

The Supernatural Martial Arts, had the same path, but it still had the difference between the Qi Manipulation and the fleshly body. In essence, the Howling Dragon Fist could only be considered as the sacred art of the flesh.    

    

PENG    

    

The fist and the claw collided. After the collision of the Astral Energy, a physical collision finally happened between Chen Yu and Jiao Loong.