Chapter 655 The dark history of the strongest martial saint!

But not everyone has as big a vision as Xiang Jiba.

Yuan Hua was a little surprised at first, but soon his face was filled with contempt. In his opinion, Liu Huangshu was not even a half-saint and he could easily crush him to death with just one finger. So what if he had been glorious in the past?

Now you are still in such a miserable state!

Liu Huangshu was quite surprised to hear Xiang Jiba address him as "Senior Liu". He was filled with emotion for a moment and had a good impression of this polite junior.

"Your Excellency's words are too kind. I, Liu, am not worthy of such a responsibility. If possible, you can just call me a fellow Taoist."

Liu Huangshu did not take advantage of the situation. He knew that the other party called him senior out of respect for him and he knew what was important.

"In that case, I will dare to address you as my fellow Taoist."

"Well, I wonder what this fellow Taoist's name is?

"My name is Xiang Jiba. I come from the Holy Martial Realm, which ranks 70th in the Divine Court. My master is Panlong Martial Saint, one of the nine great Martial Saints!"

Xiang Jiba directly introduced himself, and his words were full of confidence.

After all, his background is the strongest among all the monks in the Divine Court!

The world he was in was ranked high in the Divine Court, and he had a powerful saint who was feared by the world as his backer. His starting point was definitely something that 99% of the semi-saints would envy.

"Holy Martial Realm? Panlong Martial Saint?"

Liu Huangshu was stunned for more than ten seconds, with a strange look in his eyes. "May I ask if your master's real name is Hou Sai?"

Xiang Jiba was a little surprised, "How do you know? Did you have a friendship with my master before?"

Panlong Wusheng holds a very high status in the Holy Wu world. No one dares to call him by his real name, as this would be a great disrespect to him. As a result, over time, few people know his name.

Now, Liu Huangshu blurted out the real name of Panlong Martial Saint, which surprised Xiang Jiba, a registered disciple. Considering that the other party came from ancient times, he suddenly felt curious.

Liu Huangshu couldn't help but think back to that era, and he felt a very confusing feeling in his heart.

At the beginning, Kunlun Realm was ranked second among the Divine Courts, and the four great saints were high above, with a status that was difficult to shake. At the same time, it also attracted many foreign cultivators who came here to admire its reputation, including many leaders from various worlds.

He vaguely remembered that at that time, there was a martial arts fanatic named Housai who, in order to seek a more extreme method of body training, knelt in front of Emperor Tian's dojo for a full hundred years, regardless of wind or rain, and later his rock-hard will moved Emperor Tian, ​​and he finally got a place to enter the dojo to practice in seclusion...

Liu Huangshu still remembered that the other party's name was Panlong Wuxian, who came from the Xianwu world ranked outside the thousandth place in the Divine Court, and was the most powerful Immortal Emperor-level powerhouse in this world!

Unexpectedly, after so many years, the former Immortal Martial Realm had long been renamed the Holy Martial Realm, and its ranking had also gone from outside the top 1,000 to the current 70th place, a huge difference in status!

And the Panlong Martial Immortal, who had a humble attitude and knelt in the Emperor Tian Daochang for a hundred years, has now become the Panlong Martial Saint who is feared by all the heavens!

As for the once glorious Kunlun Realm, it has become a thing of the past, and I’m afraid that now even one of the top ten thousand can’t make it.

Thinking of this, Liu Huangshu felt particularly uncomfortable.

"I've heard of him before. He's quite famous." Facing Xiang Jiba's question, Liu Huangshu answered ambiguously.

He wouldn't be stupid enough to talk about someone's dark history in public, so he naturally avoided the main point.

After all, this kind of thing is not very glorious, and telling it to others will damage the other party's reputation!

"I see."

Xiang Jiba didn't think too much about it. In his impression, Panlong Martial Saint had always been a tall, indomitable super strong man, and also the most prestigious among the nine Martial Saints. It was a great honor for him to become his registered disciple.

Little did people know that before he became a saint, he had a not-so-gentle past!

"Hey, you are the lord of the Immortal Court. It's not appropriate for you to leave us, the reinforcements sent by the Divine Court, out in the open, right?" Yuan Hua took advantage of the opportunity and said in a sarcastic tone.

Liu Huangshu's face froze for a moment, and he smiled awkwardly, "Don't blame me, sir. I'll take you there right away. Please forgive me if this is a small place that doesn't provide good hospitality!"

After saying this, he led a large group of semi-saints to the Immortal Court.

Seeing this group of uninvited guests, all the immortal officials and palace maids were frightened, and the atmosphere became particularly depressing and solemn.

This group of Divine Court monks were arrogant and swaggering, with eyes full of contempt.

It feels like a group of rich kids walking around the slums.

Several elders appeared one after another, bowed and said, "Greetings, everyone!"

They were in close contact with Liu Huangshu, so naturally they had been prepared in advance and knew that this day would come.

In fact, the scale and development level of the fairy world have already reached the pinnacle level of fairy civilization, but unfortunately the world has changed, and the outside world is in the era of the Holy Era!

As for the immortal civilization?

It's just a product of the old times!

Yuan Hua's eyes stayed on the creature with a dragon head and a human body, and suddenly his eyes lit up, "Is this actually a five-clawed golden dragon with pure blood?"

The Immortal Dragon Emperor felt uncomfortable being stared at. He wanted to get angry but he didn't have the qualifications, so he could only smile stiffly:

"Your Excellency has good taste."

Yuan Hua was excited to see prey, he came from the world of beast taming, most of his strength came from the war pets he tamed, so he had always wanted to tame a powerful monster!

At this moment, seeing the five-clawed golden dragon with pure blood, it would be a lie for Yuan Hua to say that he was not excited, because this kind of beast has been classified as a divine beast. Although it is currently at the Immortal Emperor level, it has enormous potential.

He can be trained well in the future. Not to mention becoming a semi-saint, even becoming the strongest person in the saint realm is not impossible!

And maybe he could rely on this golden dragon with pure blood to become a super genius in the beast taming world!

"Haha, I really found a treasure."

Yuan Hua was overjoyed, and then he pretended to cough a few times, and said in a deep voice: "I'll give you a chance to become my war pet. How about that? I promise to help you become a saint in the future!"

Hearing this, everyone looked strange.

The Immortal Dragon Emperor was startled, veins bulged on his forehead, and he felt humiliated in his heart.

After all, he is the ancestor of the Golden Dragon Clan and a well-known figure. How could he become a war pet of a cultivator from the outside world?

"Sir, please don't make such a joke." The Immortal Dragon Emperor gritted his teeth, suppressing his anger.

Yuan Hua raised his eyebrows.

I'm a half-saint, and I'm willing to take you in as my war pet, but you, old thing, are still unwilling?

No matter how noble your blood is, you are just an ant in my eyes. Do you think you have the right to refuse?

Boom~

In an instant, a semi-saint-level pressure enveloped him.

"Ugh..."

The Immortal Dragon Emperor instantly felt as if an ancient sacred mountain was pressing down on him. He half-knelt on the ground with a plop. His bones were creaking inside his body and his heart almost stopped beating. He felt extremely depressed and uncomfortable.

The sense of oppression exuded by the other party was no weaker than the one he had felt before from the Court Guard Formation!

There is no way. In front of the Semi-Saint, the Immortal Emperor is indeed like an ant!