Hearing the arrogant words of Elder Qingyi, Changle realized that there were more than just warriors, martial spirits, martial emperors, and martial gods on this continent.
Above these four classes, powerful people no longer have mental power, but more powerful spiritual power.
Strong men with spiritual power are re-divided into different classes, from Spirit King to Spirit Emperor, to Spirit Sect, to Spirit Lord, and finally to Spirit Emperor.
In the past, she only had a rough understanding of this knowledge. It was said that classes are always endless, and every hundred years there are people who are more powerful than before and break through some classes that have never existed before.
That's why there were peerless figures like Ling Zun and Ling Emperor later on.
She didn't know if she would be able to see a spiritual king in her life. She had never even seen the shadow of the Martial God, let alone anything else.
From what Elder Qing Yi said, Cang Qi really doesn’t have many experts.
The real masters have all gone to the Temple of Light and the Hall of Darkness. For masters, imperial power no longer means much, and ruling the world has the greatest significance.
However, she stared at the Qingyi elder without fear and said sarcastically: "It doesn't matter how many masters there are, it's not you. You are just a little Martial Emperor. Why are you so arrogant?"
"You, how dare you mock me? Do you know that I am already the most powerful expert around the Holy Son?"
"Bah! Is there such a master as you? A master is a generous sage who is upright and will not argue with his juniors. You look like a chicken, do you still deserve to be called a master?"
"Furthermore, you are only one-star Martial Emperor at such an old age. I am only seventeen, uncle. I am already close to becoming Martial Emperor. It is really embarrassing that you have achieved this level after practicing all your life. You are not as good as me, let alone you."
Young saint!"
Changle spoke coldly, and the words he said made Elder Qingyi blush so angry that he almost vomited blood.
He was so angry that he covered his chest, pointed at Changle and observed carefully, "If you don't mention it, I really didn't realize that you look very similar to our saint!"
Because there was some dirt on Changle's face before, which was caused during the escape process, and Elder Qingyi didn't pay attention to it.
Now after she wiped her face and let Elder Qingyi see it clearly, he began to doubt herself.
"What are you looking at? She looks similar to me. She imitated me. Maybe she and I are somewhat related by blood. If you dare to try against me, you are bullying her!"
Changle decided to expose Fengcang and use her to shock the old man.
But just as she finished speaking, the face of the old man in green in front of her was already covered with ice. It was an extremely cold cold that wanted to kill people.
He stared at Chang Le very coldly and said in a deep voice: "It seems that you, little girl, are not simple. You know some secrets that you shouldn't know. It seems that I will send you to hell no matter what today!"
Changle didn't say that he and Fengcang were fine, but this statement aroused the hostility of Elder Qingyi.
Originally, he wasn't so quick to kill her, but now, a thick layer of chilling feeling enveloped him.
The murderous intention was revealed, making Changle regret the threat he had just made.
Seeing the killing intent of the elder in Qingyi, Changle immediately narrowed his pupils and at the same time coldly observed the surroundings, preparing to think of a way to escape.
"Feixiong, knock her out for me. I want to finish enjoying her before I silence her!"
After hearing Elder Qingyi's words, Changle's eyes stared at him with extremely sharp eyes. At the same time, she did not want to be a lamb to be slaughtered.
She quickly took action, gathering golden palm wind, but the flying bear in front of her didn't seem to be afraid of her at all.