Chapter 311: Looting

The whole audience was shocked, and they realized that the young cultivator at the sixth level of Qi Condensation, whom they had always looked down upon, had become the most formidable opponent.

When the Grand Elders were fighting fiercely in the distance and everyone present had lost all their mana, Zhan Nianchuan, whose fighting power was not damaged at all, became the person with the highest cultivation level in the audience.

However, a few people's faces instantly returned to normal, and then they made disdainful ridicule:

"Haha, no matter what, he is just a young cultivator at the sixth level of Qi Condensation. Even if we have lost all our mana, our physical strength is still there. Can you break our defense?"

"That's right, but don't look down on him. Be careful that this kid will chase you and chop you!"

"Haha~"

At this time, the other cultivators also thought of this level, and they all breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, with smiles on their faces.

The smile on Zhan Nianchuan's face was as warm as spring. Amid the mockery of the crowd, he gently patted his storage bag, and a fiery red long sword flew through the air, then suddenly became larger, emitting endless heat, forcing the people who had lost all their magic power to retreat again and again.

Looking at this long sword that was several feet long, surrounded by fiery flames, and emitting terrifying power, everyone's pupils shrank sharply. Although the air was extremely hot, everyone felt as if they were falling into an ice cellar and felt cold all over.

Everything that happened before their eyes exceeded their boldest imagination.

"This... is this... a magic weapon of the top grade of the Xuan level?"

"Damn, this kid can actually activate this kind of magic weapon!"

"He... is he really at the sixth level of Qi Condensation?"

While everyone was dumbfounded, the rat-eyed man was the first to react and immediately ran away.

Run quickly! As long as you run out of this magic circle, there is a glimmer of hope!

As the sly-looking man left, everyone shouted as if they had just woken up from a dream, and followed the man and ran desperately towards the exit.

These monks were much stronger than ordinary people, and their running speed was really amazing. In almost an instant, they ran to the exit, and the sly-looking man who escaped first had already stepped out of the valley exit.

Huh! Finally got out, I must skin this kid when I recover! The sly-looking man said fiercely in his heart.

"Ah~"

"No!"

"Puff!"

Several familiar screams and cutting sounds came to his ears, which made the man who had just put his mind at ease run towards the bloody figure in front of him, shouting:

"Grand Elder, save me..."

The voice stopped abruptly, and the man's body suddenly fell to the ground, and his head flew high, flew more than ten feet away before falling to the ground, rolling to Feng Jianxiu's feet.

Zhan Nianchuan ignored Feng Jianxiu's resentful eyes, took away the man's storage bag and magic weapon directly, and then shot directly towards the entrance of the mysterious valley.

He could see at a glance that although Feng Jianxiu won the battle with Zhuang Wuneng, he was also seriously injured. The most urgent thing was to rest, and it was almost impossible for him to attack him again.

Otherwise, he would never be able to kill the rat-eyed man under Feng Jianxiu's nose.

But if Feng Jianxiu couldn't do anything to him, he would have to quickly take away all the storage bags. This was the wealth of more than 20 mid-to-late stage foundation-building cultivators, which was extremely rich.

Seeing Zhan Nianchuan's actions, Feng Jianxiu's eyes flashed, and a hint of hesitation appeared on her face. Then she bit her silver teeth and took out a longan-sized fiery red pill and swallowed it.

As the pill entered her stomach, her originally chaotic and weak breath suddenly became stronger.

"Damn kid, not only did you plot against my Thousand Blades Sect, but you also dared to kill my sect cultivators in person, and even tried to rob things and run away. I'm going to tear your tendons and bones apart!"

......

Rushing into the mysterious valley at the fastest speed, Zhan Nianchuan moved his ten fingers, and dozens of fireballs whizzed towards the bodies of the fallen cultivators, instantly burning their bodies, and then grabbed them in mid-air and put away all the storage bags and magic tools.

Just as he was about to leave the mysterious valley, Zhan Nianchuan's expression suddenly changed, and he immediately stopped his steps outside.

"Haha, kid, run away, see if you can get out of here."

A shrill and unpleasant voice like a night owl sounded, Feng Jianxiu's clothes were torn to pieces, revealing a large piece of rolled up flesh, looking extremely miserable, and there was a horrible wound on his chest, still bleeding, and his body was trembling slightly, as if he would fall down in the next breath.

However, Zhan Nianchuan's face was extremely solemn. He could feel that Feng Jianxiu in front of him was several times stronger than before, and once again had the ability to force a fatal blow to him.

"Get out of the way, don't make a mistake." Zhan Nianchuan said lightly.

"Make a mistake? Haha~ You are a kid at the sixth level of Qi Condensation, what qualifications do you have to ask me to make a mistake?" Feng Jianxiu laughed as if he had heard the funniest thing in the world.

Soon, her laughter became shrill, and she took a step forward, her eyes full of resentment like two poisonous snakes, tightly entwining Zhan Nianchuan:

"Little bastard, you are very proud, right? You play with the two sects in your hands, and even I have suffered from your tricks!"

"But now, you die!"

The sharp knife light shone, reflecting Zhan Nianchuan's eyes exceptionally bright. He looked at Feng Jianxiu indifferently, with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes.

"You do have a chance to kill me, but you will definitely pay a very heavy price. You can't afford the gamble, bitch!"

"You... little bastard! What did you say?"

Feng Jianxiu was so angry that she was shaking all over. As a Jindan-level cultivator, she was in charge of a sect, respected, and flattered. How could anyone dare to disrespect her and... dare to call her a bitch!

"Bitch, you are at least a Jindan-level cultivator, why are your ears so bad? Bitch!"

"Puff!"

Feng Jianxiu spurted out a mouthful of blood, and her black hair flew like a ghost. She felt her blood surging all over her body, and her breath, which had been straightened out, began to become disordered again, and even the wound on her chest began to bleed again.

"Ah~ah! I'm going to kill you!"

Seeing her howling to the sky, Zhan Nianchuan frowned, knowing that her next move would definitely be a shocking blow, and immediately slapped his hand on the storage bag, ready to use the talisman to fight back at any time.