Judging from the reaction of this skinny cultivator, Xiao Huan really didn't lie to him, they really had treasures on them.

Thinking of this, Chen Hetu said deliberately: "It wasn't easy for you to get that treasure, was it?"

"You almost died because of this, right?"

The thin immortal cultivator didn't say anything, but his face turned livid to purple.

Chen Hetu didn't take it seriously and continued: "Originally, I was quite curious about what the treasures you were carrying were, but I was too embarrassed to grab them. Now, it's okay, you guys take the initiative, and we are at odds with each other.

, then this treasure of yours will probably be given to me in vain, haha..."

Chen Hetu was actually not interested in the treasure of this skinny immortal cultivator at all.

He said this deliberately to let him know that he had made wedding clothes for others, lost his wife and soldiers, and that the treasure he had worked so hard to obtain was an advantage for others.

Sure enough, the skinny cultivator couldn't help but roared angrily: "You can dream!"

Chen Hetu smiled coldly and said, "It's not up to you!"

The next second, Chen Hetu took the stance of raising his sword.

He looked at the thin cultivator indifferently and said: "Today I will let you know how stupid it is for you to choose to repay kindness with hatred today!"

Then, Chen Hetu began to wave the sword in his hand.

"Time to return!"

He gently spit out the name of the sword move.

"hiss!"

The Dragon Roar Sword made a dragon roar sound, and a terrifying energy wandered around the blade of the Dragon Roar Sword.

The skinny cultivator looked at the Dragon Sword in a daze, with more and more greed in his eyes.

"Do you think you can kill me just because you killed my accomplice? I am at the second level of Nascent Soul Realm!"

Seeing the confident look of the thin cultivator, Chen Hetu couldn't help but laugh.

"You, a second-level Immortal Cultivator of the Nascent Soul Realm, dare to steal my sword? And you actually attack me secretly?"

"Don't you know that I am at the ninth level of Nascent Soul Realm!"

The skinny cultivator opened his eyes and said in disbelief: "Impossible, impossible! How can you be at the ninth level of the Nascent Soul Realm at such a young age!"

If he knew that Chen Hetu was at the ninth level of Yuanying Realm, no matter what he said today, he would have formed a good relationship with Chen Hetu and would not dare to do anything.

Especially after reaching the Nascent Soul Realm, he understood more and more that the gap between each level of the Nascent Soul Realm was even greater than the gap between the Golden Core Realm and the Nascent Soul Realm.

Looking at the incredulous look of the thin cultivator, Chen Hetu shook his head.

Whether you are at the ninth level of Nascent Soul Realm or not, you can tell with just one sword!

"brush!"

Chen Hetu stopped wielding the Dragon Sword.

With one sword, he slashed at the thin immortal cultivator.

"With this sword, I will cut through mountains and rivers and point to the sky!"

"With this sword, I will let you know the gap between you and me!"

The surrounding air was rapidly being evacuated, and the space seemed to be distorted.

The thin cultivator couldn't see the sword in Chen Hetu's hand at this time. He only saw that everything in front of him was distorted, as if he was standing in front of a burning fire and looking at the burning flames.

It was an indescribable feeling.

The next second, the sword in Chen Hetu's hand pierced the thin cultivator's dantian.

Because the speed of this sword was so fast, the thin cultivator didn't react until Chen Hetu pulled it out.

He looked down.

I saw a bleeding hole in the Dantian area.

"brush!"

His face instantly turned pale, and he said in shock:

"My Dantian... is broken?"
Chapter completed!