What else is above the peerless king emperor? It is naturally the legendary martial god.

But everyone knows that there is no martial god in the world. Even if he is as strong as the Green Emperor and is invincible for an era, he is not a martial god.

Like the Thunder King, who has lived for tens of thousands of years, the most recognized strongest person in the world is still not the God of Martial Arts.

Situ Lei Hong heard the meaning of Ying Zong Tian’s words and had great ambitions. Even peerless powerful men like the Thunder King and the God Emperor Qi Tian had no target.

"Can you be a god of martial arts, your goal is too lingering."

The smile on Yingtianzong's face was restrained and his tone was slightly solemn: "Martial God? I really didn't think about it. I have accumulated a thousand years and have reached the limit. My potential has been exhausted. It's just the realm of the God of Heaven. I just want to know what kind of realm the God of Martial God is."

"The ancient sages were too cruel and left, but they did not leave even a single word. They even erased all the marks of their existence in Kunlun, and did not leave any information, so they abandoned the entire Kunlun."

"I have no other wishes in my life. I just want to know what kind of existence it is. I just want one person to reach that level. Don't be too ruthless and just tell me what kind of state it is."

Situ Leihong heard the sadness in Yingtianzong's words. The other party had accumulated over a thousand years. If he became a king in one day, he would be a master of the level of the Sword King and Sword King, and would be on the front line better than the Three Saint Lords.

But even such a stunning and beautiful person was still full of doubts, and he himself was not sure whether there was a martial god in this world.

I’m not sure if there is a peak above the peak, and whether the end of the martial arts era is a dead end.

This is the sorrow in Yingtian Sect’s heart, not the sorrow of all the warriors in Kunlun Realm.

What is a dead end? You have tried your best to overcome all obstacles, climbed all the way, and experienced hundreds of battles and survived nine levels of disasters.

But standing at the top, he still cannot escape death. He is as powerful as the Thunder Emperor. So what if he never dies for thousands of years? He is still not staying away and waiting for death in the sky.

Why, the road ahead is gone, there is no way to go, and there is no immortality above the peak.

Situ Leihong waved his hand and said, "Change the topic, this topic is too depressing."

Ying Tianzong smiled and said, "You want the Ten Thousand Years of Flame Crystal and the Ten Thousand Years of Soul Iron. It's to create the perfect sword. How is the sword made? Let me see."

A fire stick appeared in Situ Leihong's mind and smiled awkwardly: "If you don't talk about this, keep changing it, this topic is also heavy."

"Okay, I'll talk about the serious matter. If you help Liu Xiaoyun cast a divine weapon, he still owe you a kindness and hasn't paid it back. Give it to me and ask him to help me protect the Dharma and successfully promote the King Emperor."

Situ Leihong cursed: "Damn, you are so cruel. This is what I used to save my life. To talk about this, it would be better to talk about the Sword of Forgetfulness."

Situ Leihong's sword-making skills are unparalleled in the world. Any force will benefit from it. I don't know how many strong people will have the idea of ​​attacking him.

The reason why he was able to survive until now was naturally because he helped others make swords and accepted a lot of kindness. The biggest reliance was the sword king Liu Xiaoyun.

Everyone knows that the magic weapon in the hands of the Sword King was created by Situ Leihong. If you dare to touch him, you will definitely be retaliated by the Sword King Liu Xiaoyun.

Ying Zongtian smiled: "Little Lei Zi, I'm stupid again, right? I have become the King Emperor, do you still need Liu Xiaoyun to protect you?"

"That's right, if you accumulate thousands of years and become a king in one day, you will definitely not be inferior to Liu Xiaoyun." Situ Leihong said suddenly.

"Let's go, that's it."

The space fluctuated, and Ying Zongtian disappeared into the hall, everything was as usual, as if he had never been there.

Situ Leihong said in a daze: "Why do you always feel that I seem to be a little bit cheated."

"It's out, Xiao Chen, it's out!"

The village gate opened, and under the respectful gaze of the doorman, a white figure appeared in the attention of everyone.

A swordsman actually entered Zhujian Villa, but was invited by Master Situ from the main entrance. Everyone's eyes were deeply filled with two words, and they were jealous.

Diao Jintao took a step forward and stopped Xiao Chen who had just walked out of the steps and glared.

"Boy, it's time to settle the account between us."

After getting the method to save Ao Jiao, Xiao Chen was in a good mood. Facing this unreasonable Diao Jintao, he thought about other solutions in his mind.

He was about to look for the Resurrection Grass, the Rikaya Flower and the Three Lives Stone. He had offended the people from the Medicine God Valley in the Xuan Realm and got involved in another Grandmaster. It was really a bit troublesome.

Even if you can leave now and find your news later, it is not a solution to chase you.

Suddenly, his eyebrows moved, and Xiao Chen had a countermeasure in his heart and said, "Old sir, there is no need to make such a difficult situation for my friend. It is better to resolve enemies than to make them. There is no deep hatred between me and you, but I just touch your nephew gently."

Ouyang Feng vomited blood in his heart. What does it mean to touch it gently? I was beaten by you for half a year and couldn't get out of bed.

Diao Jintao said coldly: "Are you joking? I thought this matter could be settled in just a few words."

Xiao Chen held the Yueying Knife in his arms and smiled calmly: "No, look at the old man's cultivation, his deep and surging sword energy is like a big river, and his peak sword intent is even more sharp and he doesn't know the age of his age."

Diao Jintao was slightly proud: "My four hundred years of cultivation is not comparable to you, it is easy for you to keep you."

Xiao Chen said a pity: "That means that there is only a hundred years of life."

Martial Saints can reach five hundred years. As long as nothing unexpected happens, if you practice something, you will be seriously injured by enemies, or use taboo martial arts, you can live to be five hundred years old.

Five hundred years old is a long life for people in the secular world, but for warriors, especially powerful warriors, they can only say one thing, and there is an end to it.

If you cannot break through to the quasi-emperor realm and make your life span reach a thousand years, your unfathomable strength and your daily noble status will eventually turn into a touch of loess.

Especially for those who have reached the level of a great master, but are still a distance away from the quasi-emperor, and their nostalgia for the world is even more far from other realms.

Xiao Chen's words suddenly followed Diao Jintao's back, and his anger was aroused in an instant.

"Old sir, don't need fire. Xiao is willing to use an immortal fruit to resolve this grudge." Xiao Chen threw out a big news.

The three words "Fruit of Eternity" suddenly made Diao Jintao's heart excited: "You said, you have "Fruit of Eternity!"

Among the swordsmen lined up in a long queue, many old men with master level cultivation became turbulent. Now they looked at Xiao Chen, not as jealous as before, but were all naked murderous intent.

Xiao Chen reached out and threw it at Diao Jintao with a fruit of immortality in the Qiankun Ring.

Diao Jintao caught it, his eyes seemed extremely excited. Ouyang Feng was beside him, dragging his seriously injured body, and screamed for a few times without agreeing.

"It's really a fruit that can extend the life span of 100 years. Hahaha, now I'm breaking through the quasi-emperor realm, maybe there's hope."

With a thrilling mood, Diao Jintao couldn't help laughing and quickly put away the fruit of immortality.

"Uncle, you won't just ignore your nephew's big grudge just because of the fruit of immortality." Ouyang Feng couldn't help but get anxious when he saw Diao Jintao's overjoyed expression.

Diao Jintao put away the fruit of immortality and scolded with a stern face: "How can you say that? You repeatedly made trouble for Mr. Xiao, insulted and attacked him again. Xiao Chen just touched you gently. With such a heart, you are not grateful and said something big. I feel ashamed of your father."

Finally, he turned around and bowed, "Young Master Xiao, my nephew did something wrong today. As his elder, I apologize to you."

Ouyang Feng is really going to vomit blood by anger. My injury is not magical, and it will definitely not be cured for half a year. What does it mean to touch it gently?

He became angry and Ouyang Feng said angrily: "Uncle, can you be more shameful? He just called you an old guy blind guy."

Bang!

As soon as he finished speaking, Diao Jintao slapped him directly in the face, and with a snap, he flew Ouyang Fan out and rolled towards the foot of the mountain like a stone.

Originally, the internal injuries had just been suppressed, but now they couldn't help but feel like they were wailing all over the mountains and fields, which was a terrible sight.

A young hero came here with confidence to seek sword fate, but ended up like this and was suffocated by his uncle, which made people sigh.

Diao Jintao was depressed. Ouyang Feng was really not on the way. He still couldn't see the situation clearly. He gave him a way out, but instead blamed him.

A fruit of immortality means a lifespan of one hundred years and a lifespan of two hundred years. So what if you say something about an old blind man, you will recognize it no matter how ugly it is to scold you.

What's more, what Xiao Chen said is right. There is no deep hatred and enemies, and it is better to resolve them than to make them.

Diao Jintao turned around and smiled like a spring breeze at Xiao Chen: "Young Master Xiao, you are gone. In half a year, you will prepare a generous gift for the ceremony of your title of kings. If you really luckily break through the quasi-emperor realm, you will thank you again."

"Damn, shameless!"

"Shameless, so shameless."

"The Grand Master of Swordsmanship, you can change it if you say something, and you can turn your back if you say something."

A group of young swordsmen immediately started to curse, feeling worthless for Ouyang Feng.

But a group of old master-level martial saints had already surrounded Xiao Chen, each with smiling faces on his face, and kept praising Xiao Chen.

"Young Master Xiao, you are really a talented person and extraordinary demeanor. I have long seen Ouyang Feng feel unhappy. He attacked Young Master Xiao indiscriminately. If you have a scum, you should give me a lesson. Is there any fruit of immortality that can give me one?"

"The demeanor and mind of the King of White is indeed worth learning from the younger generation. Nowadays, young people can be like the King of White."

"The Qinglong King is the Qinglong King, and he is worthy of being summoned by Master Situ himself."

All kinds of praise came towards Xiao Chen like artillery fire.

When these old men saw Xiao Chen casually, they gave Diao Jintao a fruit of immortality to Diao Jintao, and they were completely anxious and red in their eyes. They all said, begging Xiao Chen to give them a fruit of immortality.
Chapter completed!