Xianxia: I Can Download Fully Levelled Abilities - Chapter 57

Nangong Aotian greedily glanced at the young lady’s petite figure and chuckled, “Looks like your senior brother isn’t too good. How about you try me…”

“You… you…” The young lady couldn’t believe her ears. The other party was actually shameless to such an extent!

“Little sister, stop talking nonsense with that beast. Let’s attack together and kill him!” The two young men behind the young lady were burning with rage as they drew their long sabers from their storage rings.

“Yes, let’s attack together!” The few of them couldn’t take it anymore and released their spiritual power. Their cultivation techniques were the same, and they had obviously inherited it from the Feng family.

Nangong Aotian snorted coldly, “You’re not worthy!”

“Heh, let us play with you.”A few brocade-robed disciples behind Nangong Aotian stood out with a smile. They were all at the peak of level six of the spirit gathering realm, even if they couldn’t defeat Feng Chen, they were skilled enough to deal with these three people.

For a moment, the auras from both sides exploded, while the Feng family’s side was obviously weaker. The young girl’s eyes flashed with hatred, but her pretty face was extremely pale. She knew that she would definitely lose if they fought.

The atmosphere at the scene became more and more tense, with swords and crossbows drawn.

Suddenly, one of the brocade-robed disciples drew his long sword and charged at the young man opposite him.

Before the young man could react, the girl beside him was still helping her senior brother up. She had no time to react and was in a state of despair.

The three of them suddenly saw a green-blue fist shadow, mixed with lightning, flying and repelling the long sword of the disciple.

“Who is it!?”

Seeing that his first attack had been nullified, the brocade-robed disciple noticed the sneers in the eyes of the two people beside him and could not help but become angry from embarrassment.

This disciple looked at Victor and Song Qianqian in shock and anger.

“Who are you? Which distinguished family are you from?” Looking at Victor and Song Qianqian’s clothes, it was obvious that they weren’t from the Heavenly Sword Mountain’s sect, which was why they asked this question.

“We’re not from any distinguished family, we’re from the Qingyun Sect.” Song Qianqian looked at Nangong Aotian and the others with disgust. She hated these people who relied on their strength to bully people the most.

In the Heavenly Sword Mountain, the Molten Spirit Peak was tyrannical. This was decided by their cultivation method. If their sect wanted to be powerful, they had to go around plundering and obtaining spirit stones. Compared to ordinary cultivation methods, the Molten Spirit techniques required a large amount of resources.

These disciples of the Molten Spirit Peak were used to being arrogant, so they would occasionally do things like bullying men and women.

In Heavenly Sword Mountain, the seven peaks were divided into seven sects because of the differences in their cultivation techniques. The relationship between the seven peak masters wasn’t good, and the sect master of the Heavenly Sword Mountain couldn’t do anything about it.

The master of the Molten Spirit Peak consented to such things as long as they didn’t cause a big mess. As for the sect master of the Heavenly Sword Mountain, he couldn’t handle everything.

“Qingyun Sect? I heard that among the sects in the outside world, the Qingyun Sect is considered the strongest. From the looks of it, your strength is just like the ten great cultivation families. Is this the standard of the top sect in the outside world?” Nangong Aotian laughed arrogantly, however, he was secretly on guard.

The sects in the outside world were not all trash. This so-called Qingyun Sect disciple was decisive and swift. He was only 15 years old and was already at level nine of the spirit gathering realm. It seemed that there were some talented cultivators in the outside world.

Hearing that Song Qianqian was from the Qingyun Sect, the brocade-robed disciples immediately laughed wildly.

“Brother Nangong, there’s no need for you to make a move. We’ll just go. How strong can two rural cultivators from the outside world be?”.

“I think this little sister is pretty good-looking, and she’s not any worse than the one just now. It’s their honor to have them drink with us!”

Hearing that the other party was actually targeting her, Song Qianqian was a little annoyed and immediately wanted to pull out the long sword hanging at her waist.

At this time, Victor pressed down on the hilt of Song Qianqian’s sword and said, “Let me do it.”

The hand holding the sword was pressed down, and Song Qianqian said with a firm gaze, “I can deal with these small fries. Except for Nangong Aotian, I’m not confident, but I can protect myself.”

Hearing Song Qianqian’s words, Victor was slightly surprised. It seemed that during the days when he was in closed-door cultivation in the Qingyun Sect, the other disciples were not idle. They were all working hard cultivating.

As expected of the strongest disciple of the Qingyun Sect after Zhang Lingren in the plot. Even though the world had changed, the character’s personality had not changed.

Nangong Aotian probably had the strength of a level eight spirit gathering cultivator. If Song Qianqian could protect herself from him, it seemed that she had fought many people. To be able to have such confidence in just two years, her martial arts talent was indeed extraordinary.

He still pressed down on Song Qianqian’s sword and said with a smile, “I’ll fight this one.”

Victor was talking about fighting, just like taking care of the gangsters on the street. To him, this was just a fight for the sake of a momentary impulse. It was not a martial arts competition at all.

Although he was not much older than Song Qianqian, he was still a senior. His own junior was bullied by others, so he had to teach these arrogant fellows a good lesson.

Victor stood in front of Song Qianqian and slowly put down the soup bowl in his hand. “I heard you guys say that you want to sweep the sects of the outside world. I’m looking forward to it. I’m standing here. You guys can try to defeat me.”

“Haha, this country bumpkin really thinks he’s important. Brothers, let’s go and fulfill his wish. Sweep this guy out like he’s trash.”

The one who spoke was a green-clothed cultivator. He figured that he might not be able to defeat him alone, so he gathered everyone to attack together. He believed that Victor would definitely be defeated by a group attack.

Following the green-robed cultivator’s strange cry, the four of them charged out together. Victor stood at his original spot. Not only did he not dodge, he narrowed his eyes and revealed a smile.

The green-robed cultivator did not know what Victor was up to. However, seeing that his sword was about to land on Victor’s face, the green-robed cultivator’s lips curled up into a sinister smile. Pretty boy, you are not bad-looking. Today, I will definitely ruin your face!

Seeing that their attack was about to land, Victor suddenly opened his eyes. At this moment, the Tree Building technique had already been activated to the maximum.

Max-level Phaseless Finger!

In the next moment, four icy blue streams of light shot out from Victor’s fingertips.

Xiu Xiu Xiu Xiu!

For a moment, extreme chills surged into the four cultivators’ limbs and bones. Their bodies trembled, as if they were frozen, unable to move. The attacks in their hands could no longer land. Their eyes became duller and duller, and their pupils lost focus.

Plop! Plop!

The four cultivators fell to the ground like dead dogs. They hugged their bodies tightly and spat out cold air continuously.

Victor shook his head slightly. These people were really vulnerable.

Although the martial technique he used was of the ice attribute and was not the most compatible with the Tree Building technique. When he activated the Tree Building technique, his spiritual power was as vast as the ocean. It had great endurance, high-speed mana recovery, and rapid recovery.