"Young Master Lingxiao, do you really want to compete with me in terms of physical strength?"
Wang Yan looked at Ling Xiao in surprise, with a trace of doubt between his brows.
He was a little confused.
Is this young master of the Ling clan really arrogant or is his... talent eternal?
As we all know, in this journey to immortality, talents that are too complex will never be able to reach their limits.
Therefore, some people cultivate the sword, some cultivate the body, and some cultivate the soul.
Throughout the ages, those who truly stand on the top of the heavens have cultivated one of their paths to the pinnacle, become emperors, and become immortals, crossing the eight barriers.
You may have heard of the names of the Sword Immortal, the Thunder Emperor, the Qin Demon, and the Fire God. Have you ever heard of the Emperor of Qin, Chess, Calligraphy and Painting, and the Immortal of Swords, Spears, Axes, and Axes?
The great reputation of Lingxiao lies in the righteousness in the heart and the green edge in the hands.
As for the physical body...it's not that Wang Yan is arrogant. Looking at the sky, there is no one who can compare with him.
"Scared?"
Ling Xiao smiled softly, his black clothes fluttering, his own fairy spirit flowing, and he was unparalleled in his handsomeness.
He was standing there, but it was like the scorching sun in the sky and the bright moon shining on the stars, making people dazzled.
even!!
Even the playful smile at the corner of his mouth was full of cleanness, gentleness, and a hint of evil.
No, no, no, how can the young master be called evil? He just has a... bad feeling!!
Love it, love it!
"Afraid?"
Wang Yan shook his head and smiled, a strong fighting spirit suddenly flashed on his face, "I'm just afraid that if I take action, I will hurt the young master and cause disaster."
"I said, I, Ling Xiao, will never bully others. I fight fairly and live or die by my fate."
Ling Xiao said calmly, his eyes filled with coldness.
If Wang Yan doesn't try his best, how can he justifiably harvest him?
Although this Lijue doesn't have much luck, his violent principles are still very good.
Now that there is a shackles from the Immortal Demon Ancient Bell, Ling Xiao cannot use the power of the Demon at will for the time being.
But whether it is the Tao of Destroying the World or the Nine Ancient Styles of Punishing the Sky, they will all be the basis for him to defeat immortals in the future.
No matter how small the leek is, it is still an opportunity for breakthrough!
"What a fate! Everyone has heard that Young Master and I have a fair fight today. I hope you will all be witnesses!"
Wang Yan stepped forward and stood in front of Ling Xiao, "Young Master! I'm offended!!"
After saying this, Wang Yan didn't hesitate at all. He took a step forward, and the dominance around him suddenly dropped.
I saw layers of ripples suddenly rising above the void.
The unparalleled momentum is like a divine mountain descending from the sky and a meteor falling to the west, locking up the heaven and earth and annihilating the immortal path.
The entire hall shattered into pieces, and the strong wind visible to the naked eye tore through the space and fell towards Ling Xiao.
It was obvious that Wang Yan used all his strength in this punch, and there was no flaw in this pure physical strength.
If you block it, you are the winner, otherwise you will lose.
only!!
Facing Wang Yan's figure falling from the sky and the fist mark the size of a human head, there was no trace of panic on Ling Xiao's face.
Immediately, under the shocked gazes of the clan geniuses, he calmly stretched out his palm and clenched it into a fist, intending to collide with Wang Yan head-on.
"Son..."
Hua Mingxi, Yao Guang and other girls' pretty faces were slightly condensed, with a hint of worry in their eyes.
Although Ling Xiao's strength is well known to everyone, in terms of physical strength alone, even those in the rank cannot compete with this Li Jue.
"boom!!"
Just when everyone had complicated expressions on their faces, with hints of worry, they saw Wang Yan's fist seal finally colliding with Ling Xiao.
"Crack!"
even!!
Before everyone could react, they saw the strong wind blowing up. The young master was dressed in black and had three thousand bundles of hair.
But his figure never took a step back.
The harsh shattering sound clearly reached everyone's ears, and even some timid and arrogant women closed their eyes unconsciously, fearing to see the young master being smashed to pieces by a punch.
Smoke and dust rise, charming eyes.
The entire hall fell into a strange dead silence.
"It's broken, it's broken!!"
After a while, the layers of smoke dissipated, and a sudden exclamation came from the crowd.
Then!!
Everyone was stunned to see that the two figures still maintained the same posture as before.
However, Wang Yan, who was standing in the air, suddenly began to shatter inch by inch from his arms.
In just one breath, this demon from the Tianque Mansion, who was resounding throughout the blue sky and whose power was supreme, was shattered into pieces of flesh and blood.
The blood mist rose, and the rich scent of blood hit his face.
Everyone's eyes widened, their expressions were dull, and they were in shock for a long time.
Just for a moment, no one noticed any fluctuations in spiritual power.
In other words, the collision between the two is completely a collision of physical strength.
But even so, Master Ling Xiao still won.
No surprise, the wind is light and the clouds are calm.
One punch shattered Li Jue Wang Yan, who was famous for his physical strength.
"Gulu."
After a while, the sound of swallowing saliva suddenly came from the hall.
Ling Xiao walked up to Hua Mingxi, held the Three Thousand Beards in his hand, and said in a cold voice, "I will keep this sword for the time being."
"Wait a moment!"
However, just when everyone thought that this feast had come to an end, there was another soft drink from the crowd.
Zhao Badou, the descendant of Wen Sheng Immortal Palace, suddenly stood up and looked towards Ling Xiao.
"Um?"
Ling Xiao raised his eyebrows slightly, but there was a smile on his face.
"Young Master is a great righteous man, and Badou respects him, but Badou thinks that the sword is a gentleman among soldiers, and Sanqianxuyu is a world-renowned sword. If you want to wield this sword, force alone may not be enough to convince everyone."
"Oh? Brother Zhao means..."
Ling Xiao smiled, but he already understood in his heart what Zhao Badou wanted.
With the fighting prowess he just displayed, these so-called geniuses and monsters simply don't dare to compete anymore.
However, the Wen Sheng Immortal Palace entered Taoism through literature, and Zhao Badou was also known as the reincarnation of the Wen Sheng, so he must have a noble mind.
Today, Ling Xiao is in the limelight and overwhelming everyone. It is inevitable that no one will want to step on him and achieve his holy name in the world.
What's more, literati care more about talents that will be passed down through the ages.
Respected by the world, also known as the power of wish, it can lead to the path of immortality!
"It is rumored that back then, the Human Emperor Xuanyuan Saint's blood sealed the heavens, and the God of War defeated the immortals, laying the foundation for the human race. But... apart from the righteousness in his heart and his unparalleled fighting power, it is said that the Human Emperor is unparalleled in talent and love. Since the young master is famous as the Human Emperor in this world, he must also deserve it. Such a great talent."
Zhao Badou looked indifferent and looked sour, "Why don't you just compose a poem, sir? That would be fine, but Badou has his wish in his heart."
"Write a poem?"
Hua Mingxi's dark eyebrows were lightly clustered, and she was about to open her mouth to help Ling Xiao, but saw the latter shaking his head and smiling, as if he was mocking himself.
"How can Ling be on par with the Human Emperor? It's just a matter of praise from fellow Taoists Qing Cang."
"Um?"
Hearing this, Zhao Badou frowned slightly, with surprise in his eyes.
He didn't care much about the divine sword.
It's just that as a descendant of Wensheng Palace, he has been exposed to the world-creating actions of the ancestors of the human race since he was a child.
When the Human Emperor was in the world, such a great reputation was too absurd. He would not allow the world to belittle the Human Emperor Xuanyuan!
Even if Ling Xiao has a superb background and extraordinary beauty, he doesn't care. He has no regrets even if he dies. This is the character of a literati, also called... rotten!
Shut up!!
Can the affairs of literati be called provocation?
This is called making friends through literature!
Gan!
"That's all. Although Ling is not talented, this sword is very important, so it can only be a show of shame."
Just when everyone thought Ling Xiao was about to compromise, a touch of tenderness suddenly appeared on his face, "There is a beauty in Immortal Phoenix who is left behind and independent. She looks at Qingren City and then at Qingren Country. I would rather not know.
A beautiful city and a beautiful country are rare to find."
"boom!!"
Endless fairy charm, quietly ups and downs.
At this time, everyone's expressions once again became shocked and dull.
Especially the young man in black clothes with melancholy eyes in front of him, like a ray of obsession, penetrated deeply into the hearts of the world.
Immortal phoenix?Guardian for beauty?Charming city and country?
Suddenly, a proud girl's eyes darkened and she fainted on the spot, while a proud man's body trembled and his heart trembled.
How deep of emotion can one open his mouth and recite such a famous saying!!
Mr. Lingxiao, you... are unparalleled in the world!!