Chapter Thirty-Six: Xiang Yu's Unparalleled Divine Power
Ying Zheng thought hard in the palace for a long time, but still made no progress in his cultivation. He is now at the peak of the fourth level of the divine body. His internal organs are as tough as steel, and ordinary weapons cannot hurt him at all.
But he had no clue about the breakthrough to the fifth level of the divine body. Helpless, Ying Zheng sneaked out of the Qin Palace alone, wanting to relieve the pressure in his heart.
It was already evening at this time, and both sides of Xianyang Avenue were brightly lit and people were coming and going. The noises and shouts of various small vendors and bartenders were mixed in and out.
Ying Zheng looked around like a curious baby, curiously looking around. Figures appeared in front of each stall, lingering. At this moment, his heart felt calm, and he was immersed in the bustling world of mortals.
Suddenly, a horse-drawn carriage came rushing towards him. Ying Zheng was at a small stall selling woodware. He was playing with various woodware that seemed to be alive and like various mechanical toys in the 21st century. He was secretly amazed in his heart.
Suddenly disturbed, Ying Zheng frowned slightly as he looked at the rampaging carriage, feeling very displeased. Looking at the posture of the carriage, it showed no regard for people's lives, with an air of arrogance that those who stood in my way would die.
"Look, Demon King Li is here again, everyone, run for your lives!" On the avenue, the originally orderly crowd suddenly dispersed in panic, shouting for a while, and the sound of fear echoed over Xianyang.
"Ah! Woo! Woo!" A child about three years old stood helplessly on the straight road and cried. She seemed to have lost her parents in the panic and collapse. The young girl stood there helplessly and helplessly.
If he dared to move, he could only let out a cry of fear.
There was a cold glint in Ying Zheng's eyes, and he was about to take action.
"咒." There was a loud shout, and I remembered that the carriage that was ignoring everything and running rampant suddenly stopped, and the two horses neighed.
I saw a young man with an extraordinary handsome appearance and a height of nine feet. He grabbed the handrail of the carriage from behind and forcibly stopped the speeding carriage.
"good."
"True divine power."
"Oh, here comes another one who wants to die."
"This good man must be from out of town!"
The crowd around him all clapped their hands and praised him in unison, but many people also sighed.
Ying Zheng's eyes flashed with a glint, and when he looked at the young man, he immediately felt an aura rushing towards his face. This feeling was indescribable. Ying Zheng felt that this boy was extraordinary, his appearance was dignified, and he was definitely not a thing in the pool.
The carriage was forcibly held by the young man. The strong man driving the car immediately jumped out, looked at the young man with a fierce look on his face, walked towards him, and shouted arrogantly, "Did you hold my young master's carriage?"
The young man glanced at him and curled his lips with disdain. He bypassed him and walked straight to the little girl. He picked up the little girl, wiped the tears from the corners of the little girl's eyes, stroked her little head, and comforted her.
When the strong man saw it, he immediately became angry and pulled out a long sword from his waist. He had a big disagreement and blood immediately spattered the scene.
"Afu, what's the matter?" came a young and weak voice from the carriage. He sounded young.
"Sir, a reckless man pulled the carriage by force and disturbed the master. Please forgive me." The fierce man seemed to be very frightened when he heard this voice, and immediately knelt down, crawling and trembling.
"Oh?" There was a confused sound in the carriage, and then the curtain opened, and a young man walked down in a gentle and elegant manner. He had a sick look on his face. He was supported by two slightly attractive girls, and he walked step by step towards the nine-meter tall man.
Ruler youth.
Ying Zheng stood in the crowd beside the avenue, watching with amusement, pretending to be watching a good show.
"Who are you?" A faint smile appeared on the sick boy's face, and he asked the nine-foot-tall young man.
"Who are you?" The young man asked nonchalantly with a nonchalant look on his face.
A glimmer of light flashed across the sickly boy's eyes, but his face was still very gentle, with a faint smile.
When the strong man who was the driver saw this, he thought he had an opportunity to show off. He immediately stood up and said arrogantly, "My young master..."
Before he could finish his words, the sickly boy suddenly jumped up in front of him like a lively tiger. "Pop." "Pap." "Pap." Several slaps were heard on the face.
"Slave dog, have I asked you to get up?" The sick boy still looked frail, but no one dared to underestimate him at this time.
"Sir, please forgive me!" The coachman sweated ferociously, holding back the burning pain on his face, with bloodshot eyes at the corners of his mouth. He did not dare to move at all, and knelt down again, begging for mercy.
"Hmph." The sickly young man looked disdainful, then turned around and slowly walked towards the nine-foot-tall young man again, with a trace of apologetic smile on his face and said, "A domestic slave does not overestimate his own ability and lacks etiquette. Don't blame a strong man."
"Hypocrisy." The nine-foot-tall young man's tone was full of disdain, and he did not hide his disgust.
"Haha." The sick boy didn't pay attention to the young man's words, but laughed dryly and continued, "I smell Xiongtai's accent, I'm afraid he's from out of town?"
"Yes, I am the Prime Minister of Kuaiji County." The nine-foot-tall young man said with a proud look on his face.
"Are you from Kuaiji County?" There was a strange look on the sickly boy's face, and he paused and said, "Are you from Chu?" His voice was loud, which attracted the side glances of the people around him. Their eyes were originally filled with sympathy and admiration.
turned into anger.
Ying Zheng touched his chin and found it very interesting. Although this sick young man behaved erratically, he was very smart and cunning. One sentence stirred up the old grudges and hatreds of the six countries, which made this stupid young man isolated and helpless.
"Young Master, what you said is wrong." At this time, a middle-aged man came over, stroked his beard and said with a smile.
"Who are you?" The sick boy showed displeasure when he saw someone disturbing the situation. In the past, there were not many people who dared to provoke him in Xianyang City, but why are they starting to stir up trouble one after another today?
"Xiang Liang, my nephew, is our nephew. My nephew is reckless. If I offend you in any way, please forgive me, Master Haihan." The middle-aged man said in a very humble and polite tone.
"Oh." The sickly boy showed a hint of enlightenment and asked with a slight smile on his lips, "I wonder what you just said? Are you not from Chu?"
"No, the young master is not just wrong, he is simply wrong." Xiang Liang shouted sternly with a firm tone.
"Whether people are from Chu or Qin, they are now the subjects of His Majesty the First Emperor of Qin, and they are also the people of Qin. His Majesty the Emperor swept through all directions and unified the world, so how can there be any distinction between Qin and Chu?" Xiang Liang said eloquently, step by step.
pressed to ask.
"Young Master is arrogant, insisting on dividing the Qin world, and trying to provoke conflicts between Chu and Qin. What is your intention?" Xiang Liang's eyes showed a strange light, staring at the sick boy. Every time he took a step forward, the sick boy would take a step back.
"Haha." The morbid young man had a gloomy look on his face, laughed dryly, and cupped his hands in front of Xiang Liang and said, "You are so eloquent, I will argue with you some other time, huh."
The sickly boy walked away and quickly got into the carriage again.
"Yu'er, let's go." Xiang Liang said helplessly as he looked at his nine-foot-tall nephew.
"Uncle, why are you leaving?" Xiang Yu asked very puzzled.
"We are stupid. We have just arrived in Xianyang and are not familiar with the place. I see that young man's majestic appearance and his tone of voice. I am afraid that he has an extraordinary background and you are in trouble again." Xiang Liang shook his head and warned.
"But uncle..." Before Xiang Yu could say anything to me, he was grabbed by Xiang Liang and walked away. Soon the two of them disappeared into the crowd.
"Afu." In the carriage, the sickly boy pulled up the curtains of the carriage and called to the coachman who was kneeling on the ground.
"Sir." The coachman sweated fiercely. He suddenly stood up and walked to the window with a flattering look on his face.
"Put your ears over here." The sickly boy said with a gloomy look.
Ah Fu put his ear to it, kept repeating the word "yes", and then quickly disappeared into the crowd. The sickly boy drew the curtains again, with anger on his face, and said ferociously; "Xianyang City
There are not many people who dare to offend me, Li Xu. If I don’t strip you of your skin and bones, how can I satisfy the hatred in my heart?"
Ying Zheng's eyes showed a faint golden light. Looking at the sick young man's expression, he knew that the matter might not be rectified. What he didn't expect the most was how could Xiang Yu, Xiang Liang's uncle and nephew come to Xianyang? This made him
He was surprised, and Xiang Yu did not seem to be as cruel and cruel as described in the history books, but seemed to be stupid. However, he was so powerful that he was so powerful that he was so famous that it was better to meet him. He was well-deserved and had unparalleled supernatural power.
Ying Zheng has already reached the fourth level of the divine body. Although it is very easy to force two horses to gallop. But even if Xiang Yu has been baptized with spiritual energy and reached the first level of the divine body, he is still far behind Ying Zheng. But.
Being able to achieve such a level, Ying Zheng doesn't know how to describe it other than having unparalleled power.
The strength of pulling a galloping horse is different from lifting a giant cauldron that looks like a dead thing. There is no comparison between the two. Ying Zheng has a love for talents in his heart. If this feather can be paid less, it will be really amazing.
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