The first thousand two hundred and eighty-fifth chapters: fighting each other
That was the foundation of the Taoism, the strong man that Chu Feng once went deep into and saw.
He lost an arm and his eyes were cold.
As if he had turned into a Yin God, he was the Supreme Ancestor of the Fuyao Sect.
very scary.
The whole person does not look old at all, but is very young, like a middle-aged man, with sharp eyes and a strong sense of oppression.
This person looked at Chu Feng from afar with murderous intent, but he held it back and just sneered.
He was also born, along with those powerful men from deep within the various great sects. Some people once hunted Chu Feng because of a bronze coffin, but in the end, they did not leave their respective areas.
Instead, now, they all showed up.
Such a scene is shocking, and the saints are coming.
Everyone came out to witness this grand event.
"It's so lively. So many saints have arrived, waiting to be opened. Is there really a treasure of immortality this time?"
"I have to say that the old sage's influence in the battle in Akagi was indeed too great!"
Everyone talks.
For example, some powerful men from big forces, clan leaders, and elders all have enthusiastic eyes.
"At least twenty saints have come!" Mr. Chu frowned and said softly.
He caught some auras, and even outside the Great Martial Arts Palace, there were people hibernating and did not appear immediately.
"It seems that everyone has great expectations for the old saint. Maybe there is an unexpected inheritance or treasure!" Chu Feng also nodded.
They were waiting in the crowd, but because they had walked out of the Immortal Peak, their position was very close to the front.
Far in front of Su Qingdi and others.
You can even stand side by side with a group of saints.
It hasn't started yet, and the old sage and the powerful people from the Great Martial Arts Palace have not appeared yet, but it is already very lively.
"I hope the old saint can succeed, but unfortunately, his energy and blood have declined. Even if he succeeds, he will not have much time!"
"He and I are good friends. Unexpectedly, after three hundred years, we meet again, but it may be the last time!"
The one who spoke was an old saint. He was also old, with a weathered look on his face, but he was very kind.
Standing side by side with the Eastern Saint, the Grand Ancestor of the Fuyao Sect, and others.
He was very sad and sighed.
"This is Sage Wang!" Mr. Chu introduced in a low voice.
Coming from a reclusive family, he was also very brilliant three hundred years ago. After all, he is an old saint. He is too old, so he is very respected.
Chu Feng also looked away and nodded slightly, showing his respect.
This old sage Wang was very talkative, without any airs, and highly respected. He chatted and laughed happily with everyone.
"I once fought with Luo Tianyu, but unfortunately I lost. I didn't expect that he was one step ahead of me. It seems that I won't be able to fight again in the future!"
Another old saint spoke up and sighed.
He belongs to a junior generation, but his age is also very shocking.
The people present, except for Mr. Chu, were basically hundreds of years old.
"Mr. Chu, I'm a little curious. Regardless of the desolate land or the vast continent, it seems that the life span of a warrior is not too long!"
"Even if you reach the realm of a saint, can you still not span a thousand years?"
"In the past, I heard that saints can live for at least a thousand years!" Chu Feng asked.
This is a big doubt.
In the vast continent and desolate land, no matter how high the martial arts level is, it seems that it does not have much improvement in vitality.
The upper limit remains the same.
The restrictions are too great. Even such old saints, such as Luo Tianyu, who have reached the third level of saints, cannot survive forever.
It became famous three hundred years ago, but now it is dying.
"Um!"
"Generally speaking, those who have reached the realm of saints can last for thousands of years, or even longer, but the desolate land and vastness are cut off, and the world cannot sustain so much!"
“It’s so barren here!”
"Perhaps if you want to survive forever, and truly survive for a long time, you can only do it in the land of end of the road!"
Elder Chu sighed.
Although various secrets are buried in the desolate land and vast continent, in fact, the treasures of heaven and earth, etc., are too rare.
Even saints cannot live forever.
"At the end of the road, no matter what, we must enter it!" Chu Feng nodded and sighed.
And this time.
As Chu Feng and Mr. Chu walked over, there was a sage looking at them with endless chill.
"I have no objection to Chu Tianzheng being able to come here, but why should a junior stand alongside us?"
That was a saint from the Zhang family.
He made good friends with the Ling family and others and was invited to come out. He was one of the saints who visited the Immortal Peak.
They have great hostility towards Chu Feng. This man is relatively young. Although his hair is snow-white, he is very strong, tall and not rotten.
This should be a master who stays at the first level of saint.
His strength may not be as good as that of Mr. Chu.
"good!"
On the other side, a strong man in the saint realm nodded, and he was also one of the saints visiting the Immortal Peak.
"He is not qualified to stand with us!" The man pointed, his pressure blooming.
In an instant, everyone present looked here.
"Well, Chu Feng is also a strong man of the younger generation. He has a good chance of reaching the Holy Realm. Why bother him? With such qualifications, it doesn't matter even if he is here!" The old saint of the Wang family came forward.
With a kind smile, he wanted to resolve the conflict.
"Seniors of the Wang family, if it's the past, I can stop right here and let everything else go!"
"But this won't work!"
"The holy realm is so rare and supreme. A warrior who has not entered the saint realm is juxtaposed with us. This is an insult to us!"
"If outsiders knew about it, then who else would think that the saint is supreme?"
The sage of the Zhang family spoke sharply.
They were aloof, sitting cross-legged in the Nine Heavens, thinking that Chu Feng had lowered their level.
"Should a saint be aloof? He is just a strong man in the martial arts, and he is still struggling to move forward on the martial arts. What you say is serious!" Mr. Chu's eyes flashed, and a cold light burst out.
"If you think there is a problem, you can fight me. If I win, shut your mouth!"
He directly came forward to defend it.
"Chu Tianzheng, you have gone too far!"
In an instant, many saints looked directly at Chu Tianzheng.
"Do you really think that since you first became a saint, you will be unparalleled? Can you fight with veteran strong men like us?"
"Young people, don't think too highly of yourself. Sometimes, you have to show respect to your elders!"
A saint spoke out, his pressure blooming, his eyes were cold.
"Respect?" Mr. Chu was very wild, with holy light surging in his eyes. After several days of fighting and hard training, he seemed to have reached the threshold of the second level of saint.
"I will respect those who respect me, such as the old sages of the Wang family and the old sages of the Luo family!"
"But some people are not worthy!"
"If you have any objections, fight with me. Even if there are several people walking together, I have no objection. I just need Chu Feng to cooperate with me. That's enough!" His attitude was extremely tough.
"you!"
"Chu Tianzheng, you are too arrogant!"
The saints who spoke spoke in low tones and their faces became very ugly.