Qin Ming waited in Emperor Panwu's cave for most of the day, and more people came in one after another, and finally they almost gathered a hundred people.
At this moment, the light door opened, and an imposing young swordsman full of sword energy walked out.
Just by looking at this appearance, you can feel that this person was born for the sword and was born to be the king of the sword.
Someone recognized the young swordsman, and their expressions changed greatly: "This... the Holy Son of Nine Heavens?
Why are you here?"
"He is really His Highness the Holy Son of the Nine Heavens. He will never admit his mistake. I once saw him from a distance!"
"What?
It’s actually the coming of the Holy Son?
The Holy Son from the Holy Land came so soon?
Isn’t it too fast?”
Everyone's faces were ugly.
With the Holy Son here, do they still have a share in the inheritance of Emperor Panwu?
Those who have made it this far are all extremely talented people and are very confident.
But in front of the Nine Heavens Holy Son, he still lowered his proud head.
"The Southern Continent is so vast and boundless, the speed of transmitting the news should not be too fast. How come the Holy Land learned about it so quickly?"
They lamented one after another.
Of course, there are also people who are not afraid of tigers. They look at the Holy Son of the Nine Heavens with fighting intent. If they can defeat this powerful Holy Son, won't they become famous in one battle?
"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Let's see today how powerful the so-called Holy Son is!"
They licked their lips and were very excited.
The Holy Son of Jiutian glanced around expressionlessly, with a glint of disdain flashing in his eyes. Among the group of mediocre people, not even one person could fall into his eyes.
"interesting."
Qin Ming looked at the Holy Son of Nine Heavens and felt a little pressure in his heart.
However, what is more important is the fighting spirit.
With such a powerful opponent, this process will not be boring.
At this moment, the light door opened again, and a young man with a gray halo walked out. The heavy pressure was like a mountain, making everyone breathless.
Another peerless figure has arrived! "The Holy Son of Chaos! He is here too!"
"Oh my god, two holy sons have actually arrived here!"
Everyone took a breath of cold air.
Even the Holy Son of Jiutian couldn't help but raise his head, glanced at the Holy Son of Chaos, and sneered: "You came to Chaos City very quickly."
"No matter how fast I am, it's still not as fast as you."
The Holy Son of Chaos smiled faintly.
"It's a pity that you are destined to be defeated by me! You have no share in the inheritance of Emperor Panwu."
The Holy Son of Jiutian said in an indifferent tone.
"I will kill you like a chicken."
The Son of Chaos faced off tit for tat.
"You're fifth on the Xuanzang list, and you dare to kill me?
If it weren’t for your Chaos Imperial Body, I’m afraid you wouldn’t even be qualified to carry my shoes.”
"The fifth one on the Xuan List is the one ranked by Tianji Sect.
I think I am invincible at the same level and ranked first in the Life Palace Realm! They have no vision and are blind."
The Holy Son of Chaos said calmly.
"Deceive yourself and others, and deceive others."
The Holy Son of Jiutian glanced at him sideways, full of contempt.
As soon as these two saints met, they started to quarrel with each other, and they both looked down on each other.
Qin Ming listened and laughed secretly. Although these two saints looked awesome and coaxing when they appeared, they are just mortals now.
"This time, Emperor Panwu's orthodoxy is probably in the pocket of these two saints."
Someone is discussing.
"Yeah, others don't have any chance at all. It's too far behind. It's not the same level anymore. It's at least three levels behind."
"Even so, you can't give up easily.
Maybe you can get some benefits, such as the previous panwu fighting method."
Soon, another hundred people gathered together.
The spirit of the cave appeared and said: "The third round of the test is about to begin. Please come with me."
One hundred candidates stood up and followed the cave spirit to a magnificent underground palace.
This underground palace is filled with countless war puppets. It is simply a powerful and boundless army, enough to sweep across the entire southern continent! These war puppets exude a majestic fighting spirit, soaring into the sky, as if
Earth-shaking shouts sounded in people's ears.
Fight! Fight! Fight! These war puppets are all looking forward. Although they are just puppets and cannot see any expressions, everyone seems to feel a sense of reverence from their eyes! They are looking at
In the direction they were looking, there was a huge statue that was hundreds of feet tall. In the hand of the statue was a giant axe! No introduction was needed. Everyone instantly understood that this statue should be one of the Five Ancient Emperors.
The statue of Emperor Panwu! "What a terrifying aura. He deserves to be the emperor. Just a statue makes me want to surrender."
Everyone raised their heads with shock in their eyes.
"Is this the majesty of the emperor?
Interesting, interesting.”
The Holy Son of Nine Heavens smiled faintly.
"Sooner or later, I will reach such a height.
Defeat all opponents and become emperor!"
The eyes of the Holy Son of Chaos shone with light.
The spirit of the cave said slowly: "Have you seen this statue?
It is the statue of Emperor Panwu, exuding the will and fighting spirit left behind by the emperor during his lifetime!"
"The emperor's fighting spirit is beyond the reach of ordinary people.
If any of you can get close to the statue, you will be considered to have passed the test and been approved by the emperor!"
"See that white line?
As long as you can reach that white line, you are considered qualified.
Of course, if you can directly reach the body of the statue, it will definitely be a higher evaluation."
Everyone looked around and saw that there was indeed a white line thirty feet away from the statue, forming a hazy light shield.
The statue's fighting range is a full one hundred feet.
If you reach thirty feet, you are considered qualified.
“It doesn’t seem to be very difficult.
I really don’t believe it, I can’t even stand in that position.”
Someone whispered.
"The mere fighting spirit, although frightening, cannot cause any real harm.
It sounds really simple."
"What I want to do is not just stand on the white line, but touch the body of the statue! That's what I should do!"
Jiutian Holy Son thought confidently.
As the Holy Son, he is far superior to ordinary people, so naturally he cannot be treated by ordinary people's standards.
If you only go to the white line like others, it would be a shame.
"Touching the statue, what kind of skill is that?"
The Holy Son of Chaos sneered, "I have to touch the statue at the fastest speed, far faster than ordinary people, and that will be enough to prove my ability."
"In that case, let's compete and see who can touch the statue faster."
The Holy Son of Nine Heavens sneered again and again.
In the eyes of the two of them, they could only see each other, and the other warriors were directly ignored by them and were completely ignored.