I'm the MC, Why Do I Suck at Cultivation

Chapter 170

"No matter how big the holy power of Zhongzhou is, it can't be bigger than the holy power of your eastern land?"

Ziqing Holy Son opened his mouth coldly. Although they knew each other's strength was extraordinary, they were still not afraid.

Still, this is Zhongzhou. It's them who should get out.

"I've heard that the sons of Zhongzhou generation are not as good as one. Today, it's true." Zhang Yuanru calmly opened his mouth. Then he looked at Li Rulong's brother and said, "Li Rucheng, you really lose my face. It's stupid to talk to these people."

Zhang Yuanru opened his mouth and said two words very harshly.

"Then I want to learn how strong your Eastern friars are."

Where can Ziqing holy son suffer this loss? He directly shot with a vertical and horizontal sword Qi. Because Lu Changsheng repaired the sword spectrum for Ziqing holy land, naturally, Ziqing Holy Son's cultivation has also improved a lot, so he also has the confidence to shoot directly.

"Let me do it."

The son of Shumen also took a step forward. His sword was terrible and did his duty.

"Don't argue, you two go together."

Zhang Yuanru spoke calmly. He was very proud, surrounded by Tao Yun, 81 important Tao Yun blessings, and terrible.

"Arrogance!"

"Then you have to learn from the strength of Dongtu."

The son of Shumen and the son of Ziqing killed them directly.

In an instant, Ziqing sword and Shumen sword killed a sea of swords. They were the son of God, and their strength was terrible.

Zhang Yuanru is also very strong. He is indeed strong. He even says that he is too strong. The eighty-one important way of Yun blessing has crushed this world.

In an instant, the world fell apart and the three fought. Instead of choosing the ancient city of Mingyue, they chose the barren mountain thousands of miles away.

In an instant, barren mountains were smashed, purple and green swords rose into the sky, and the swords of Shumen were even more amazing.

The fierce battle between the three immediately attracted the attention of many strong people in Mingyue ancient city.

This is extraordinary. Generally speaking, there will be no war between the sons. After all, they are all big people. Even if you are unhappy, they will not take the initiative to fight, because once a war is fought, it means tearing your face.

The battle was fierce, but the son of Shumen and the son of Ziqing didn't fight together, and Zhang Yuanru didn't deserve them to fight together.

At this moment, it was the Ziqing Holy Son who cut at each other with the idea of peerless sword. The Ziqing sword formula was invincible.

The sword is like a sea, drowning a mountain range.

Zhang Yuanru waved the avenue with both hands, the divine awn rushed to the sky, and various Taoist symbols emerged to suppress one side of the world.

He is like a God King, standing in the void, surrounded by purple daomang, shaking the world.

The eighty-one Taoist essence turns into a purple pagoda to suppress everything in the world. The purple green sword Qi can't break his defense at all.

"Too weak!"

Zhang Yuanru spoke calmly.

"Hum!"

Ziqing Holy Son snorted coldly. He basically did his best. Although he had a hand, he didn't want to show his cards.

It's not a life and death war. There's no need to do that.

However, it is undeniable that Zhang Yuanru is indeed powerful. No wonder he can be called one of the three heavenly arrogants of Eastern soil.

The Wuji Taoism is really terrible. The eighty-one Taoism has evolved into a divine tower, which is invincible.

Boom.

At the next moment, Zhang Yuanru shot, the Taoist tower suppressed, and hundreds of millions of divine thunder came out. The space collapsed and broken. Ziqing Shengzi flew backward for a hundred meters in an instant. He was hit hard. The other party really shot, and he was difficult to resist.

"Arrogance!"

In an instant, the sage of Shumen shot, and the sword Qi of Shumen was vertical and horizontal. The hundred Zhang sword Qi smashed mountains and rivers. The sword Qi was terrible. It penetrated through the space and bombarded the Taoist tower, breaking out terrible aura fluctuations.

The son of Shumen is really strong.

However, it's not that Ziqing Shengzi is not strong, but only half of the Ziqing sword spectrum. Although Lu Changsheng repaired it, Ziqing Shengzi only watched it for a while and didn't fully understand it.

He was defeated, but he was not seriously injured. He just suffered a great loss. It was a shame for him to be forcibly hit for 100 meters.

It's no problem to compete at ordinary times, but this is the ancient city of the bright moon and the venue of Tianjiao grand event. Ziqing Shengzi lost, which is no less than the slap of Dongtu Tianjiao to Zhongzhou Tianjiao.

When the son of Shu was killed, his sword was even more terrible, and his sword power was also extremely terrible.

And perhaps because he saw Zhang Yuanru's means, he understood that if he wanted to defeat Zhang Yuanru, he must be fast! You can't be sloppy. You should work hard.

The light of the sword soared into the sky, and the sound of contention came.

All the monks in the ancient city of Mingyue looked at the war, which affected the face of the young generation in Zhongzhou.

But soon, after a incense stick.

The son of Shu is still invincible. Zhang Yuanru's is really too strong. He has eighty-one Taoist connotations, evolved into a supreme Taoist tower, suppressed everything, and was born invincible.

He lost, but he didn't fly out like the son of Ziqing, but he was also injured.

But Zhang Yuanru seemed extremely calm without any fluctuation.

"Good!"

"Very good!"

"Brother yuan Ru is really extraordinary."

"Good!"

At this moment, cheers rang out. They were all friars from Dongtu. They stood over the ancient city of Mingyue. They were naturally excited to see Zhang Yuanru losing two Zhongzhou saints in a row.

After all, this is Zhongzhou. They are Eastern friars and have to be discriminated against more or less. Therefore, they are naturally happy when this happens.

"I said, you two go together, otherwise I don't need to go all out."

Zhang Yuanru opened his mouth. He stood on the void and looked extremely calm. There was an indifferent color in his eyes, which made Zhongzhou friars inexplicably unhappy.

"Hum!"

The son of Shumen snorted coldly, but he didn't explain too much.

Losing is losing. This is the truth. It's OK to be unconvinced, but no matter what you're talking about, it's just an excuse.

"We're not as good as you, but that doesn't mean there's no one in Zhongzhou. When elder martial brother Lu comes, you, but, Xiaodao!"

Ziqing Shengzi was a little unconvinced. He left this sentence, coughed and turned away to the ancient city of Mingyue.

"Lu Changsheng, Lu Changsheng, is just an existence that you boast. Although you can argue and speak eloquently, you have never really fought a war, but you have passed it on as a God."

"However, I really want to see how strong Lu Changsheng in your mouth is. I look forward to his appearance. I don't want him to be suppressed by me. In that case, it will be a shame."

Zhang Yuanru smiled and his eyes were full of indifference.

"But!"

Suddenly, Zhang Yuanru spoke again.

"I have defeated two saints. There are eight saints and one saint in Zhongzhou. Before Lu Changsheng arrives, I don't mind losing nine saints in a row, except for Linglong saint. After all, I don't like playing with women."

Zhang Yuanru said calmly.

But these words are extremely rampant.

Just then, a voice sounded slowly.

"Excuse me, it's not the son of God. Can I fight?"