Sky War Soul

Chen Hui stood on the side and muttered to himself.    

"Junior Brother Chen, who do you think will win?"    

Tang Haoran smiled, as if she was not worried about Chu Yun at all.    

"Junior Brother Chu Yun's fighting strength is so extraordinary, his martial spirit must be able to increase his strength. Although I am not sure what grade his martial spirit is, I feel that the disparity in realm cannot be overcome so easily. Therefore, I think Martial Brother Wu will win. "    

Chen Hui hesitated, but he still favored Wu Ziming.    

First level of the Qi Transformation Stage and Tenth level of the Yellow Rank. No matter how one looked at it, Wu Ziming had the absolute advantage.    

He had no reason, he would lose!    

As for Chu Yun, even if he had a Profound Ranked Martial Spirit, he couldn't ignore such a huge gap!    

"I'm the opposite of you, I'm more optimistic about Chu Yun."    

Tang Haoran laughed.    

After Wu Ziming released the Spirit Hidden Fox martial spirit, Chu Yun's expression became serious. A Yellow Rank Level Ten martial spirit, this Wu Ziming was not easy to deal with!    

He was much stronger than Su Ying.    

"Spirit Fox Kill!"    

Wu Ziming suddenly raised his hands, his ten fingers growing sharp nails, he landed on his four feet and roared as he rushed towards Chu Yun.    

Chu Yun walked slowly, neither too fast nor too slow, his eyes staring straight at Wu Ziming as he pounced, carefully looking for any flaws.    

His rich combat experience told him that before the enemy shows any flaws, he must not act rashly!    

Otherwise, it might very well have hit the spot of the other party.    

Wu Ziming's figure quickly approached, and when he was less than five meters away, his eyes flashed, and he threw out a punch backwards.    

"Swish!"    

Wu Ziming's speed sharply increased as his figure incredibly flashed consecutively in the air. In just a short span of one breath, he had changed directions four times.    

"Chi!"    

Both of Wu Ziming's hands fiercely grabbed forward, and mercilessly left ten streaks of blood on Chu Yun's chest.    

Chu Yun sneered, he twisted his body, and smashed right into Wu Ziming's face.    

That fist just now was only a feint, he was very clear that Wu Ziming still had other means, so Chu Yun had to first display his weakness and lure him in, and then when the time was right, he would use his deadly move!    

Wu Ziming was knocked senseless by this elbow strike as he roared in anger. Although he could not see anything, he was still able to use his instincts to scratch out tens of bloody lines on Chu Yun's body.    

"Crackle!"    

Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! The bones throughout Chu Yun's body produced a crisp sound, his fists shot out like artillery shells, smashing onto Wu Ziming's body continuously.    

"Boom boom boom boom boom!"    

Chu Yun's fists were like raindrops, dazzling everyone. Under this series of attacks, Wu Ziming was not even able to retaliate, and could only barely raise his hands to block his vital parts, passively receiving beatings.    

"This …"    

Chen Hui was completely dumbfounded. It had nothing to do with levels, nothing to do with realms. This was a completely overwhelming battle experience!    

In front of Chu Yun, his relatively rich fighting experience was of no use at all.    

No matter how he changed his techniques, Chu Yun seemed to have understood it ahead of time, and reacted quickly.    

"Boom!"    

Wu Ziming was sent flying with a heavy punch, his body fiercely smashing against the stone wall, as he opened his mouth and spat out fresh blood.    

The battle had ended here.    

Although Wu Ziming had not revealed his real trump card, Chu Yun had not released his martial spirit either.    

"Senior Martial Brother Wu, whether or not I have the qualifications to join the Zi Xian Alliance is not something that you can decide."    

Chu Yun smiled slightly.    

"I … I haven't lost!"    

Wu Ziming clenched his teeth, supporting himself on the wall as he stood up with much difficulty.    

"Alright. Martial Brother, let's end this here."    

Tang Haoran waved her hands and came out to smooth things over.    

At this time, anyone with a discerning eye would be able to tell that Wu Ziming had already lost.    

Wu Ziming was so angry that his entire body was trembling, but facing Tang Haoran, he did not dare say anything, and could only lower his head in resentment.    

Chu Yun lowered his head to look at his own badly mangled chest, and could not help but laugh: "Senior Brother Wu, you are truly ruthless to me, to think that I was willing to let you go. If there's a next time, I won't be lenient! "    

"Pfft!"    

Hearing Chu Yun's words, Wu Ziming was angry and angry, his vision was blurry, and he could not help but spit out another mouthful of blood.    

"Alright, Junior Brother Chu Yun, you don't need to say anymore. Our goal this time is to enter the Black Crow Valley to gather herbs.    

Tang Haoran's last sentence was spoken for Wu Ziming to hear.    

Wu Ziming took out the healing pellet without a word and swallowed it.    

"Haha, we won't get to know each other unless we fight. We can be considered to know each other from now on."    

Chen Hui quickly stood up and started to liven up the atmosphere.    

The four of them did not take a detour and directly entered from the front of the canyon.    

As soon as he stepped into the canyon, he could smell the faint scent of blood in the air.    

On both sides of the road, there were corpses. These were the disciples of several nearby sects. They had rushed in and died in the process.    

The black crows had devoured all the flesh and blood on their bodies, leaving behind only their skeletons.    

Along the way, there were many delicate flowers and plants that emitted a faint fragrance.    

Tang Haoran and Chu Yun were walking at the front, talking and laughing merrily.    

Suddenly, Tang Haoran grabbed Chu Yun's shoulders, and said softly: "Brother Chu Yun, good fight. That Wu Ziming kept on threatening to chase after my sister, making my sister extremely annoyed. I've already disliked him since a long time ago! "    

Chu Yun didn't know whether to laugh or cry.    

It seemed that not everyone had a good relationship with each other even within the Zi Xian Alliance.    

"But I'm a bit confused, brother Chu Yun, what rank is your Martial Spirit? I heard my sister say that you're Yellow Rank Ninth Pin, but I keep on having the feeling that you're not that simple! "    

After getting familiar with Tang Haoran, his talkative personality was completely exposed.    

"It's really Yellow Rank Level 9."    

Chu Yun's face was filled with helplessness.    

"That's right, Senior Brother Tang!"    

"Don't call me Senior Brother Tang. I'm actually not that much older than you." I'm only twenty-two this year. Since you're likely to catch up to my sister in the future and become my brother-in-law, don't be so formal with me. Just call me Haoran. "    

Tang Haoran casually said as if she was "we are all family".    

Chu Yun's head was filled with black lines. Although he was indeed stunning of Tang Zixian's looks and had some thoughts in the bottom of her heart, these words had not even left his mouth. How did Tang Haoran manage to say them with a straight face?    

"Haoran, how are these spirit medicines divided?"    

Chu Yun's eyes swept across his surroundings and changed the topic.    

"Do you see those flowers and plants by the roadside? These are all the lowest level elixirs, their lifespan is too short, to us, they are of no use. The lowest medicinal age we need to gather is at least a hundred years! "    

Tang Haoran patiently explained to Chu Yun, "This year, I heard that there were a few five-hundred-year-old medicinal herbs in the Black Crow Valley. Who wouldn't be jealous of a five-hundred-year-old medicinal herb? Not only our Tian Dao Sect s, even the Aoyun Sect s who are very far from here have many core disciples that have come over. "