Emperor Shentongjian

Chapter 778
There was a ray of light in the sky, dawn was approaching, and the square became more and more lively. Almost every master who deserved his name would cause a heated discussion.

When monks like Jiang Chimu and Chi Yuan who had tied a tie showed up, there was an uproar in the audience, as if they had to decide a winner.

"Chuchenzi hasn't fought privately yet. I don't know her ranking. Bian Tinghan is the tenth. These two are not in the top ten, but they are also in the top twenty. It's just that no one is stronger or weaker."

"The body of Zang Yu died, and the rest are Ren Zhongyuan and Zhan Changfeng who have never appeared."

"In the early years, it was said that Zhan Changfeng fought against Xuancheng, who debuted in the Holy Land, in the second round, and forced the other monks out of the battlefield. His strength was extremely high, and he was faintly hailed as the leader of the stars. I don't know if it is true or not. "

"Geniuses in ancient times, those who died early and those who disappeared from everyone, can be found everywhere. I don't think this person has shown up until now, maybe he can't escape those fates."

A few good-for-nothings even shouted at the monks in the Fengyun Realm, asking them why they didn't come out with a few top ten people, which really angered the crowd.

Amid the commotion, a dragon chariot galloped from afar, dazzling with the rays of the sun so that people could not open their eyes. When everyone was guessing, the monks in the Laohuang Realm raised their fists and shouted, extremely excited.

"Could it be that the third prince from Laohuang is here?" Shuo Prison was eager to try, Prince Jing's style of play was somewhat similar to his, and he had long wanted to fight him.

But Zuo Zhuzhi shook his head. He is an archer. He can have a bad sense of direction, but his eyesight can't be bad. He could clearly see the person on the dragon carriage at a glance, "It's not Prince Jing."

Five dragons pulled the chariot down, and the spiritual power forced the surrounding monks to flee, but saw a person in the chariot rushing into the Laohuang monks, giving them high-fives and hugs, everyone was very happy.

The common language unique to Laohuang Tianyu resounded in the square, leaving other monks staring at each other in blank dismay.

This is another characteristic of Laohuang. They have their own common language, not to mention the spiritual language that most creatures can understand.

If outsiders want to understand, they have to use spiritual language to convert their words into spiritual language.

"The cohesion of Laohuang is a bit scary." Hua Jianci shook his folding fan, and his eyes were on the group of Laohuang people who gathered together without any grievances. , the tribal people are actually the reserve soldiers of the Celestial Dynasty.

Zhongjie is equivalent to a huge arsenal integrating survival and actual combat, and the outstanding ones will come to Laohuang Great Realm and become soldiers because of the belief of "Laohuang Emperor".

As far as I can see so far, these monks with the status of soldiers are like brothers and sisters, impeccable.

It is not impossible to learn from such a strategy of controlling troops.Hua Jianci thought about the situation of the day clan. From a certain point of view, the day clan is also a unity of soldiers and civilians, and the tribes are soldiers. However, the day clan is more open and transparent in terms of military training.

But the loyalty and cohesion of Laohuang soldiers are higher, and the direction of their efforts is more single and firm. The emperor and the celestial dynasty hanging above their heads are everything they want to protect.

The day race may still lack a little bit.Hua Jianci feels that the current state of the day people is still loose, they don't have a goal to sacrifice for, and they lack something that can be believed in for a lifetime.

Sometimes relying on the heart of the Tao is not enough to maintain the operation of a huge force.

After returning, you should ask Zhan Changfeng's opinion on this aspect.

There were more and more noises, and the shouts from Laohuang's side were also translated, and a key word came out of it——Ren Zhongyuan!

"Ren Zhongyuan is back?"

"It's such a strong momentum, it's only one line away from the real king, isn't it?"

"Ren Chongyuan is a disciple of the emperor, and his strength is really extraordinary."

"Maybe it was an adventure."

When there were different opinions, Ren Zhongyuan lined up his fellow robes around him and walked out in stride.

He looks like a young man, seven feet long, with exotic hair braids and sagging shoulders. He wears a black cross-necked tight-fitting narrow-sleeved robe with a wide edge embroidered with cloud patterns, brown leather sleeves and a wide belt. He has a jade-like face and eyebrows like The knife, with fierce eyes, like a fierce tiger.

"Hey, I haven't asked about anything for more than ten years, but I remember that there are six people who are as famous as me. Whether on or off the court, these six people have invited me to fight with me. It has fulfilled my long-cherished wish for many years!"

He shouted in blunt spiritual language, "For me, if you win, you win, and if you lose, you lose. I'm not used to being as famous as others!"

"Hahaha, my brother, you really don't know anything. Zang Yuzhi from the Chongmo Realm has burped, and Zhan Changfeng from the Fengyun Realm has shrunk so far. There are only four people alive now, but I think , They must not be your opponents!"

Jiang Chimu, Bian Tinghan, and Chi Yuan in the crowd had different expressions, but they did not go out to respond under the gaze of everyone.

Instead, a Kun Dao came out of the Chongmo Realm, and said coldly, "Can you talk, you laohuang! Do you understand the truth that the people are gone!"

She was dressed in a cloud brocade robe with a happy bun, with a black fire pattern between her brows.

If someone recognizes the black fire pattern, they will know that she is the core disciple of the Black Flame Palace, the number one force in the Chongmo Realm.

Zang Yuzhi, who had already died, was the disciple of Heiyan Palace.

This person's name is Xie Ziyu, and she is Zang Yuzhi's direct younger sister. After arriving in this world, people often mention Zang Yuzhi, but no matter what, they always use words such as "fallen" and "unfortunately". The guy actually yelled "burp" in a mocking tone!
Tolerable or unbearable!
The monk Laohuang who was talking didn't feel that there was something wrong, "It's not a fart, is it still alive? Humph, let him come out if he is alive! What a bastard!"

Hearing this at the first glance, the monks in the Chongmo Realm were excited, "How do you talk if you have accumulated a lot of virtue!"

"Why humiliate the dead, if you want to fight, I'll do it!"

The monks in Laohuang already had a ferocious aura, but they couldn't bear it, and they showed their weapons one by one, "Come if you want to fight, like a soft bun, what's the use of shouting!"

"It's hard to say, isn't it, so fragile, it's better to go home and find your parents!"

Ji Shiyu. Seeing that the situation is not good, Zi Feihua and other inspectors lowered their pressure and shouted sternly, "What are you doing! Be honest and wait for registration, and those who do it without authorization will be disqualified!"

Xie Ziyu was still angry, and looked directly at the monk Laohuang who spoke first, "Whether on or off the court, life and death can't run away, just wait for me."

"Hey, you think I'm afraid!"

Ren Zhongyuan stopped the brothers next to him, and looked at Xie Ziyu, "You are also from the Black Flame Palace, right? You have a good cultivation, why don't you take my fight for Zang Yuzhi, I lose, and he and I apologize to you, you Lose, you apologize, how about it!"

"Hmph, if you can't do it, then find someone who is in Chongmolixing. In a realm, after Zang Yu is gone, even someone who can fight will not be able to stand up."

Xie Ziyu said indifferently, "I don't need others to do the battle for my senior brother."

"Then it's a deal!"

(End of this chapter)