It was not until this moment that they truly felt Zhao Chen's terror and power.

This is definitely an existence that they cannot provoke.

No wonder, Zhao Chen looked at them at the time, as if he was looking at a group of ignorant ants.

"Even Xiang Ming and Shen Qing kill at any time. Such a person is terrible!"

"Fortunately, Zhao Chen did not target us. Otherwise, we would probably be dead now."

All the disciples of Taoism were heartbroken.

Many people were even trembling all over and sweating on their backs.

Because, they had scolded Zhao Chen for trash and mocked him before.

If the other party wants to pursue it, they will be dead.

Fortunately, Zhao Chen was just getting faster and faster, and he missed them.

Seeing Zhao Chen passing them and keeping away, these Taoist disciples secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Otherwise, Zhao Chen would come from behind them, which would make them feel endless pressure.

"It's ridiculous. We actually laughed at Zhao Chen as the slowest before!"

"I also said that he could not cross the first Dao Peak. Now, he is almost catching up with the Taoists."

The Taoist disciples said pale and authentically at this time.

At this time, they felt like they were escaping from death.

Zhao Chen chased after him, as if they felt that the God of Death was chasing him from behind.

Soon, the disciples of the Taoist sect could no longer see Zhao Chen.

Because Zhao Chen had left them far behind.

At this time, Zhao Yi was running alone in the Dao Peak, and was still at a certain distance from Daozi and his group in front of him.

After all, they were a day ahead of him, and it would take some time to catch up.

Zhao Yi was not in a hurry. With his faster and faster pace, he would inevitably catch up with and surpass them in the end.

At this time, Zhao Yi was savoring the imprint of Taoism and rules that were integrated into his body.

Now, he has crossed twenty Taoist peaks, and two days have passed.

The Taoists are already outside fifty Taoist peaks, and the young master of Taichu Sect and Liu Qingyi should have reached two hundred Taoist peaks.

However, their degree will become slower and slower until they finally reach their limits and cannot continue to move forward.

The highest record of Taoist sect is only passing 2,500 Taoist peaks!

Zhao Yi felt at this moment that the imprint of the rules of Taoism into his body could indeed make him closer to Taoism.

At the same time, Zhao Yi felt that his qi, blood and physical body were constantly becoming stronger.

While moving forward, Zhao Yixing gained amazing benefits in his body, no worse than his daily exercise at the Taoist peak.

Zhao Yi completely thought this was a practice and was immersed in it.

Before he knew it, his degree was getting faster and faster.

On the fifth day, Zhao Yi caught up with a group of Taoist sons.

"Zhao Chen?"

Seeing Zhao Yi appear, these Taoists exclaimed, feeling unbelievable.

The physical practitioners they have always regarded as garbage have caught up with them.

All this made them too difficult for them to accept.

"A bunch of garbage, snails crawling, it's really annoying!"

Seeing these Taoists, Zhao Yi was not polite at all. He pounced out all his palms and pulled them to the ground.

Although Zhao Yi does not plan to kill these people, some lessons must be given to them.

Otherwise, they would really think he was trash and could bully him at will?

Pa, pa, pa!

So, an extremely amazing scene appeared among the Taoist peaks.

I saw Taoists, like scarecrows, slapped to the ground by Zhao Yi.

Many Taoists were walking in front but didn't react at all, so they were slapped to the ground by Zhao Yi later, which made them feel confused.
Chapter completed!