As for truly rising... who can do that?

However, Wu Changsheng didn't care so much and became more and more impassioned.

In his simple world, he is not afraid of difficulties, but afraid of loss of hope.

But now, he is full of hope every day! It's late at night.

Su Xuan looked at the group of teenagers who were drinking and talking and staying up all night, and his eyes were inevitably in a trance.

Inexplicably, he recalled some vague memories.

It seemed that... he was as high-spirited as Wu Changsheng, talking about reviving Shenwu... Su Xuan also thought of the gloomy years, when he and his brothers drank so boldly... and he was in a daze.

Wu Changsheng staggered up.

"Master, come and have a drink.

I am happy today, and I will never come home until I get drunk..." Wu Changsheng laughed.

Su Xuan: "..." "Master, I'm really happy..." Wu Changsheng smiled, but cried: "If the ancestor could see this scene, he would definitely be very happy."

"What this old man has wanted all his life is for the rise of divine warriors and no longer being oppressed by the immortal clan.

Although there is still a long way to go, there is hope after all, right?”

Wu Changsheng kept talking.

"Although their qualifications are better than mine and their cultivation is faster than mine, which makes me look like a fool, I am still very happy..." "As long as Shenwu can rise, it doesn't matter if I am a fool."

"I will practice slowly by myself and try my best to live to see the day when the divine force rises."

"I want to take a good look at it for my ancestor, so I have to practice harder..." "They say the stupid bird flies first. I don't ask for how high I fly, I just want to fly..." This night, Wu Changsheng said a lot, like a fool.

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..."We can't let him continue."

Wu Nanxi said in a deep voice, facing a group of monks from the divine martial arts lineage.

They are all young monks with top talent and strength in the Shenwu lineage, and their expressions are quite gloomy at this moment! Six hundred years have passed since the nine martial arts stone tablets appeared! In other words, it has been a thousand years since Su Xuan came to the Shenwu lineage!

In the past six hundred years, the general trend on the Immortal Halberd Peak has become more and more powerful. Although its divine martial power is hidden, the occasional glimpse of it makes many martial monks who practice Immortal Martial Arts flutter.

Moreover, there are more and more monks practicing Shenwu.

The already declining Shenwu line seems to be showing signs of recovery! Although this Shenwu is not orthodox in their eyes and appears to be nondescript, the immortals will not pay too much attention to it.

However, when the number reaches a certain level, will the immortals still not pay attention or care?

Wu Nanxi is not so optimistic! I am afraid of comparison in everything! If the cultivation of Shenwu surpasses them now, will the immortal clan still turn a blind eye?

"Moreover, those divine warrior monks have also begun to become arrogant."

A genius said coldly.

They gathered this time because there was a conflict yesterday.

Although their side has the upper hand, in their opinion, no Shenwu monk should have the slightest idea of ​​disobedience to them! The emergence of this idea at this moment is a sign of rebellion and chaos! "My father once said, if there is Immortal Halberd Peak,

There is no evil over there, so I have the right to suppress it."

Wu Nanxi said coldly: "I think the time has come."

"Walk!"

"Go to Fairy Halberd Peak!"

"We must let them understand who is in charge of the Shenwu lineage!"

"They have been arrogant for too long!"

A group of geniuses, led by Wu Nanxi, marched toward the Remnant Army Mountain! At this moment.

Under the ginkgo tree.

In the Shenwu Pavilion.

Su Xuan raised his head slightly: "It took a thousand years for you to bother me. Did you give me too much time?"

Said.

The corners of Su Xuan's mouth raised slightly, with contempt and disdain.

After thousands of years of silence, Su Xuan never spent a moment in desolation.

The breeze blows.

Yellow leaves are flying.

I don’t know when the golden ginkgo leaves stopped falling to the ground. They seemed to be pulled by ancient gods, like long dragons dancing in the sky, and the scene was magnificent.

Just like Su Xuan's heart, it is full of waves.

"Don't fall to the earth and look up to the sky, hoping to compete with God."
Chapter completed!