Chapter 157 The Tranquility Before the Storm
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Xuan Er
Flowing Cloud City Base.
At the exchange office, a group of Martial Emperors lined up to receive the spirit stones.
"Brother Li, come to exchange spirit stones again?"
Linley walked over, right behind Li Zhan, and sighed, "The talent is so much higher than ours, and you still practice so hard, can you give us ordinary people a way to survive?"
"Come on," Li Zhan glanced at him, and said angrily, "Aren't you also here to exchange spirit stones? Are you embarrassed to say me?"
"Hahaha, Lao Lin, you are so hypocritical? On the surface, you say that you have average talent, but you practice casually, but in fact, you practice harder than anyone else behind your back!"
"That's right, can this be rolled up too?" The other Martial Emperors laughed one after another.
Linley laughed dryly, a little embarrassed.
After all, they are all in the Martial Emperor Realm, and they are all competing openly and secretly to see who will be promoted to Martial Master first.
"But to be honest," someone said with a sigh, "In terms of talent, the best one should be that kid Anheng."
As soon as these words were said, the air suddenly became quieter.
"Isn't it? It's fine for him to walk sideways in the Marquis Martial King Realm, hey? He can still walk sideways in the Martial Emperor Martial Venerable Realm!"
"Don't talk about walking sideways? Are you all going to the sky? I heard that Gu Tianrui of the ancient clan took Tiangang's refining pill at a critical moment and broke through to a two-star martial saint, a two-star martial saint! I don't know how old I am Can Wang have this hope in his life?" The man sighed heavily, and said, "The result? An Heng ordered him to kill him! What is the fingering called? It's called?"
"God-killing and immortal-killing fingers!"
A reminder next to it!
"exactly!"
"I heard that it is a peerless skill!"
"What is a peerless exercise? An Heng has learned several peerless exercises, right, Lao Lin? Weren't you there at that time?"
"Yes."
Linley nodded with a wry smile. "Is this kid really a monster?"
"What talent is this?"
"I don't think it's our gatekeeper, even the entire human race, can't pick someone like him?"
"People are more popular than dead people."
Everyone was very moved by every word you said to me.
"I said, what are you thinking about comparing with him? Just compare yourself with yourself."
Li Zhan was speechless, and secretly said let alone himself, even Deacon Qingfeng and the others couldn't compare to them?
"That's true." Everyone looked at each other.
"By the way, have you guys heard something?" Suddenly, someone frowned.
"what?"
"That's the Demon Race. It seems that the No. 13 Martial Immortal will be born within two days?"
"!!!"
Several Martial Emperors looked shocked.
"real or fake.….…"
"Thirteen Martial Immortals, isn't there one more Martial Immortal in the Demon Race?" Li Zhan, Lin Lei, and Yang San looked at each other. They had heard the envoy of the royal family say this that day.
"I also accidentally overheard a few Martial Lords say that this matter is probably true." The man said solemnly.
"Then this way..."
Several people opened their mouths wide, unable to speak.
The human race and the demon race maintain a delicate balance right now, isn't it because the number of Martial Immortals on both sides is about the same?
Otherwise, even if you have more Martial Saints and Martial Venerables, it will not affect the battle situation at all.
If there is an extra Martial Immortal from the Demon Race, the sect master and the others must not be able to stop them, right?
"Forget it, what's the use of thinking so much?"
Linley smiled wryly, and said helplessly, "After all, if there is an extra Martial Immortal, we Martial Emperors are just cannon fodder."
"Yeah, it doesn't work at all."
"Cultivate well? If you are stronger, it will be useful after all."
"That's all it takes."
"Qingfeng, why is the tune you play today so sad?"
at the cliff.
An elegant figure stood on the edge of the cliff, playing the flute with his head bowed, his clothes fluttering in the wind.
Next to him, a beautiful woman with bright eyes and white teeth said with a smile in her eyes.
Judging from the cultivation base, it turned out to be Wu Zunjing.
A few voices came from not far away.
"Xiao Yu, if he didn't do this, how could he attract you?" A voice of laughter sounded.
Deng Yu turned around and gouged out the man with his eyes.
"Qingfeng must be worried for the sect master, right?" A voice sounded.
The loud laughter, together with the sad flute, stopped at the same moment.
The atmosphere suddenly became tense.
"Qingfeng, do you know why the sect master is unwilling to tell us?"
In the middle, a man with a square face sighed: "He just doesn't want to see us sad. Don't look at him smiling all the time. In fact, he is a person who is very afraid of parting. I heard that Ji Wuxian left like this back then."
"But we still know."
"Then you have to pretend not to know, and keep it a secret for Sect Master Qi.
"."
"By the way, Qingfeng, I heard that this time there is a man named An Heng who performed very well? Finally came to your place? Why don't you introduce us?"
"Yes, I heard that he is only a one-star Martial Master, but he can kill a two-star Martial Saint?"
"The fingering method of killing gods and killing immortals? Is it?"
"Is it really that fierce?"
Qingfeng Li was startled, nodded slowly, and said, "Yes, I saw it with my own eyes."
He looked into the air, recalling the scene of that day in his mind.
"But he seems to have left. I felt his breath left the base earlier, and he seems to have gone to a far away place."
"That's it..."
Everyone looked at each other.
...
Shanhai City.
Several figures stood on the huge city wall.
The leader, with a stalwart figure and an extraordinary bearing, was none other than Pei Jie.
The four people behind him were the deputy sect masters of the four bases, Qi Changfeng, Liu Qingfeng, Shen Mingyue, and Wei Jing. They looked at Pei Jie with reluctance.
They knew what Pei Jie was waiting for.
They also wondered if they could not go?
But you don't even need to think about it to know that this is unrealistic.
Feeling the gaze behind him, Pei Jie sighed secretly, turned around and asked, "Where's that little guy An Heng?"
Liu Qingfeng, Shen Mingyue, and Wei Jing all looked at Qi Changfeng at the same time.
"This..." Qi Changfeng was taken aback.
"Should he be still practicing?" Liu Qingfeng opened the chatterbox and said in amazement: "This kid, if he really reaches the Martial Saint Realm, wouldn't we all be his opponents?"
"Perhaps, it's really possible." Wei Jing said suddenly.
"Isn't that nice?"
Shen Mingyue sighed softly, and said: "The few of us have stayed in the Martial Saint Realm for nearly a hundred years, and we still can't sense the laws of heaven. If it's An Heng, maybe it's really possible."
"You don't have to be so presumptuous."
Pei Jie laughed and said, "Who can explain things like good fortune? It's like how I was bored and stared at the lake in a daze, but I understood the way of water."
The four smiled wryly.
They know this, and they can't change the things that they can't understand the way of heaven.
"For An Heng," Pei Jie's voice sounded again, "Chang Feng, I will leave it to you to take good care of him. Perhaps in a few decades, he will become the No. 13 Martial Immortal of my human race. Is it unknown?"
"Yes, door master."
Qi Changfeng responded.at the same time.
In the remaining eleven burrows, there are eleven martial arts experts.
Behind them, several martial saints stood quietly.
His eyes, with worry, uneasiness, reluctance, shock, emotion, etc., looked at Shanhai City from afar.
How great would it be if time could stay at this moment?
At the exchange office, a group of Martial Emperors lined up to receive the spirit stones.
"Brother Li, come to exchange spirit stones again?"
Linley walked over, right behind Li Zhan, and sighed, "The talent is so much higher than ours, and you still practice so hard, can you give us ordinary people a way to survive?"
"Come on," Li Zhan glanced at him, and said angrily, "Aren't you also here to exchange spirit stones? Are you embarrassed to say me?"
"Hahaha, Lao Lin, you are so hypocritical? On the surface, you say that you have average talent, but you practice casually, but in fact, you practice harder than anyone else behind your back!"
"That's right, can this be rolled up too?" The other Martial Emperors laughed one after another.
Linley laughed dryly, a little embarrassed.
After all, they are all in the Martial Emperor Realm, and they are all competing openly and secretly to see who will be promoted to Martial Master first.
"But to be honest," someone said with a sigh, "In terms of talent, the best one should be that kid Anheng."
As soon as these words were said, the air suddenly became quieter.
"Isn't it? It's fine for him to walk sideways in the Marquis Martial King Realm, hey? He can still walk sideways in the Martial Emperor Martial Venerable Realm!"
"Don't talk about walking sideways? Are you all going to the sky? I heard that Gu Tianrui of the ancient clan took Tiangang's refining pill at a critical moment and broke through to a two-star martial saint, a two-star martial saint! I don't know how old I am Can Wang have this hope in his life?" The man sighed heavily, and said, "The result? An Heng ordered him to kill him! What is the fingering called? It's called?"
"God-killing and immortal-killing fingers!"
A reminder next to it!
"exactly!"
"I heard that it is a peerless skill!"
"What is a peerless exercise? An Heng has learned several peerless exercises, right, Lao Lin? Weren't you there at that time?"
"Yes."
Linley nodded with a wry smile. "Is this kid really a monster?"
"What talent is this?"
"I don't think it's our gatekeeper, even the entire human race, can't pick someone like him?"
"People are more popular than dead people."
Everyone was very moved by every word you said to me.
"I said, what are you thinking about comparing with him? Just compare yourself with yourself."
Li Zhan was speechless, and secretly said let alone himself, even Deacon Qingfeng and the others couldn't compare to them?
"That's true." Everyone looked at each other.
"By the way, have you guys heard something?" Suddenly, someone frowned.
"what?"
"That's the Demon Race. It seems that the No. 13 Martial Immortal will be born within two days?"
"!!!"
Several Martial Emperors looked shocked.
"real or fake.….…"
"Thirteen Martial Immortals, isn't there one more Martial Immortal in the Demon Race?" Li Zhan, Lin Lei, and Yang San looked at each other. They had heard the envoy of the royal family say this that day.
"I also accidentally overheard a few Martial Lords say that this matter is probably true." The man said solemnly.
"Then this way..."
Several people opened their mouths wide, unable to speak.
The human race and the demon race maintain a delicate balance right now, isn't it because the number of Martial Immortals on both sides is about the same?
Otherwise, even if you have more Martial Saints and Martial Venerables, it will not affect the battle situation at all.
If there is an extra Martial Immortal from the Demon Race, the sect master and the others must not be able to stop them, right?
"Forget it, what's the use of thinking so much?"
Linley smiled wryly, and said helplessly, "After all, if there is an extra Martial Immortal, we Martial Emperors are just cannon fodder."
"Yeah, it doesn't work at all."
"Cultivate well? If you are stronger, it will be useful after all."
"That's all it takes."
"Qingfeng, why is the tune you play today so sad?"
at the cliff.
An elegant figure stood on the edge of the cliff, playing the flute with his head bowed, his clothes fluttering in the wind.
Next to him, a beautiful woman with bright eyes and white teeth said with a smile in her eyes.
Judging from the cultivation base, it turned out to be Wu Zunjing.
A few voices came from not far away.
"Xiao Yu, if he didn't do this, how could he attract you?" A voice of laughter sounded.
Deng Yu turned around and gouged out the man with his eyes.
"Qingfeng must be worried for the sect master, right?" A voice sounded.
The loud laughter, together with the sad flute, stopped at the same moment.
The atmosphere suddenly became tense.
"Qingfeng, do you know why the sect master is unwilling to tell us?"
In the middle, a man with a square face sighed: "He just doesn't want to see us sad. Don't look at him smiling all the time. In fact, he is a person who is very afraid of parting. I heard that Ji Wuxian left like this back then."
"But we still know."
"Then you have to pretend not to know, and keep it a secret for Sect Master Qi.
"."
"By the way, Qingfeng, I heard that this time there is a man named An Heng who performed very well? Finally came to your place? Why don't you introduce us?"
"Yes, I heard that he is only a one-star Martial Master, but he can kill a two-star Martial Saint?"
"The fingering method of killing gods and killing immortals? Is it?"
"Is it really that fierce?"
Qingfeng Li was startled, nodded slowly, and said, "Yes, I saw it with my own eyes."
He looked into the air, recalling the scene of that day in his mind.
"But he seems to have left. I felt his breath left the base earlier, and he seems to have gone to a far away place."
"That's it..."
Everyone looked at each other.
...
Shanhai City.
Several figures stood on the huge city wall.
The leader, with a stalwart figure and an extraordinary bearing, was none other than Pei Jie.
The four people behind him were the deputy sect masters of the four bases, Qi Changfeng, Liu Qingfeng, Shen Mingyue, and Wei Jing. They looked at Pei Jie with reluctance.
They knew what Pei Jie was waiting for.
They also wondered if they could not go?
But you don't even need to think about it to know that this is unrealistic.
Feeling the gaze behind him, Pei Jie sighed secretly, turned around and asked, "Where's that little guy An Heng?"
Liu Qingfeng, Shen Mingyue, and Wei Jing all looked at Qi Changfeng at the same time.
"This..." Qi Changfeng was taken aback.
"Should he be still practicing?" Liu Qingfeng opened the chatterbox and said in amazement: "This kid, if he really reaches the Martial Saint Realm, wouldn't we all be his opponents?"
"Perhaps, it's really possible." Wei Jing said suddenly.
"Isn't that nice?"
Shen Mingyue sighed softly, and said: "The few of us have stayed in the Martial Saint Realm for nearly a hundred years, and we still can't sense the laws of heaven. If it's An Heng, maybe it's really possible."
"You don't have to be so presumptuous."
Pei Jie laughed and said, "Who can explain things like good fortune? It's like how I was bored and stared at the lake in a daze, but I understood the way of water."
The four smiled wryly.
They know this, and they can't change the things that they can't understand the way of heaven.
"For An Heng," Pei Jie's voice sounded again, "Chang Feng, I will leave it to you to take good care of him. Perhaps in a few decades, he will become the No. 13 Martial Immortal of my human race. Is it unknown?"
"Yes, door master."
Qi Changfeng responded.at the same time.
In the remaining eleven burrows, there are eleven martial arts experts.
Behind them, several martial saints stood quietly.
His eyes, with worry, uneasiness, reluctance, shock, emotion, etc., looked at Shanhai City from afar.
How great would it be if time could stay at this moment?
