The Family Is Too Invincible, Forcing The System To Be Blackened And Upgraded

"..."

I must admit that I do have feelings for Chen Mu.

But hearing someone describe herself as a toad who wants to eat swan meat, Song Wanjun felt a little uncomfortable in her heart.

Because in the past, swan meat was used to describe her.

Song Wanjun didn't understand. She admired heroes and admired Chen Mu's talent. What was wrong?

At least Song Wanjun didn't want to deceive her heart.

There is no need to embarrass yourself by retreating behind the wall.

Who has no one behind his back?

Over the years, many people have recognized her as the most talented woman in the Dawu Dynasty.

There are also many people who think she is not worthy of the title of Dawu's most talented woman.

If Song Wanjun really wanted to be so careless, she would have to make herself vomit blood.

"No way? Instant kill? Am I dazzled and saw it wrong?"

"No! You read that right, it is indeed an instant kill with one move!"

"At that level, how strong is it to kill an opponent instantly with one move?"

Hearing the shocking sound from behind, Song Wanjun stopped and turned around to look again.

The picture of Ye Qingcheng breaking into the tower was projected by the photo stone.

In the picture, Ye Qingcheng has a heroic appearance, one person and one sword, and he brutally tortures the elite disciples, leaving behind images of the remaining souls.

He is truly a hero among women!

In my heart, I felt admiration.

She is indeed strong!

In this era where martial arts is respected, he is more qualified than himself to enter Qingyun Mansion and stay by Chen Mu's side.

Fortunately, Song Wanjun is not totally without a chance.

Thanks to Chen Mu, he brought back Mo Yuan from the three thousand volumes of Confucianism. Li Chengzun and several Confucian scholars established Shushan in Tianyuan Holy Land to revitalize the lineage of Confucianism and Taoism.

After Song Wanjun heard about it, she immediately chose to worship at Shushan.

Moreover, because of his outstanding talent, Li Chengzun and Mo Yuan both accepted him as their direct disciples and focused on their training.

Song Wanjun wants to believe that nothing is difficult in the world, as long as there are people who are willing.

It's not that I have no chance at all.

Even though Chen Mu was an emperor and a saint, it was a big blow to her.

It took a lot of effort to calm down.

Thanks to their apprenticeships with Li Chengzun, Mo Yuan, and Song Wanjun, they have now reached the level of being a great person. No mosquito can get close to them, their words are well-organized, their tongues are full of spring thunder, and the sky is full of flowers...

This is also the reason why Song Wanjun came to the Tower of Trial.

I want to verify the results of my practice.

Then there was the current scene.

Just in time.

In the Tower of Trials.

Ye Qingcheng has reached the 120th floor.

It was much easier than she imagined.

Quasi-Emperor Realm cultivation is ridiculously strong!

"By the way, Imperial Power!" Ye Qingcheng suddenly remembered that he still had Imperial Power.

Although the quasi-emperor's imperial power is not even qualified to carry the shoes of the great emperor's imperial power.

But, that's only relative to the Great Emperor.

Under the quasi-emperor, no one dares to look down upon him.

In the vast white space in front of him, the trial opponent took shape. His facial features and body outline gradually became clearer. He held two meteor hammers and looked ready for a big fight.

Ye Qingcheng put down his sword.

Close your eyes.

Feel it carefully.

"What's going on? Could it be that Saint Ye knew she was no match and surrendered on her own initiative?"

"It's not surprising. If I remember correctly, that man once used a meteor hammer to kill a powerful monster that was tens of thousands of years old!"

"Three hammers?" Hearing this, the man couldn't help but gasped and exclaimed, "Our Tianyuan Holy Land really has a lot of talents!"

boom! !

Eyes suddenly opened.

Immediately afterwards, a huge vibration could be heard, like the roar of thunder, resounding all around.

The onlookers all felt the strong pressure. The knees bent downward uncontrollably, and thoughts of surrender could not stop coming from their hearts.

"Diwei! Is this Diwei?"

"You can't go wrong! Diwei, really Diwei!"

"Didn't Saint Ye only have the Innate Martial Master realm before? How could she have imperial power?"

"This emperor's power is not as powerful as the Holy Lord and others. I think he should be in the quasi-emperor realm."

"Quasi-Emperor Realm!"

"It seems that Saint Ye has received another gift from the young master."

That’s all I can think of.

Because in their opinion, the only one who could do this kind of thing, make people reach the sky and transform into ordinary people in one step, was Chen Mu.

only!

Be even more determined, work hard to practice, and strive to enter Qingyun Mansion one day.

"Innate martial artist, suddenly enter the quasi-emperor realm?"

Even though she was not interested in martial arts, Song Wanjun behind the door was still shocked.

She knew very well that this was equivalent to going from a great scholar to a sub-sage, almost to the level of a saint!

I am very envious that Ye Qingcheng can have this opportunity.

He left silently and decided to return to Shushan to continue practicing Confucianism and improve his strength.

What Song Wanjun saw and heard just now made Song Wanjun clearly realize that the distance between herself and Chen Mu was further than imagined...

Ye Qingcheng continued to be busy breaking into the tower.

And her heroic appearance when she broke into the tower was also recorded in the Tower of Trials for the disciples to choose from, which is currently the most difficult one.

At the same time, it is the one with the highest harvest.

Although the Phantom Queen will weaken a lot in strength, if you are not careful, you will still be killed instantly with a sword!

This is the most terrifying thing about the phantom of "Ye Qingcheng".

Close the looking glass.

Seeing Ye Qingcheng's series of strong performances, Chen Mu was very satisfied.

It seems that the chances of being able to take action against the enemy in the future are getting slimmer and slimmer.

Not bad, very good!

Take another look at the kitchen, where Zhang Shengcai is.

He has already reached the middle stage of practicing the "Golden Bell Hegemony Technique", showing the horror of his body-refining talent.

It doesn't take much time to fully master the Golden Bell Hegemony Technique.

At that time, once the Golden Bell Hegemony is activated, even if you are caught in the torrent of steel with thousands of troops, you can still be guaranteed to be unscathed!

The hardness is off the charts!

Everything is prosperous now.

Chen Mu enjoyed his leisure time.

However, not long after, Li Chengzun and Mo Yuan came to visit him to communicate and learn.

Being able to get guidance from a saint is undoubtedly not a big opportunity for them.

After all, Chen Mu had personally promised to help them revive Confucianism and Taoism, so it was hard to refuse.

Fortunately, with the status of a saint here, coupled with the memory of past lives, Li Chengzun and Mo Yuan can benefit a lot from just two poems, gain enlightenment, and open up their wisdom...

Just in time.

At the foot of the mountain.

A carriage was stopped by the gatekeeper.

When the other party showed the voucher, he took back the gun, released him, and allowed him to hike up the mountain.

"Master, do we really want to go?" The personal guard had the word "reluctance" written all over his face.

"Why don't you go? Paying back debts is a matter of course!" The man who was called Master had a firm attitude.

Lifting the skirt with both hands, he climbed up the steps step by step.

"But, that man is not only the Great Emperor, but also has the status of a saint. If we do this, if we offend him, we will only die!" the male guard persuaded again and again.

"Yes, sir, no matter who you are, we cannot afford to offend you." The female guard nodded frequently in agreement.

"No, I have returned the money to them, and he must return the collateral to me! Besides, I have the token given by Chen Juexin."

"Repudiation? What this affects is Tianyuan's own reputation."

The person who spoke was named Zhao Zhitong.

It was on that day that he pledged the family heirloom, three thousand volumes of Confucianism, to the great scholar of the dynasty in the Divine Stone Pavilion, who was gambling on the Divine Stone.