"Father, Zhang Cheng is very good." Yan Chengshu couldn't help but say, he knew his father's talent, but you can't compare everyone with you.
"Grandpa, Brother Zhang is the best." Yan Qingcheng was also very dissatisfied.
"This is a fact. In previous generations, there were talents like King Wu Zhang Tianwu, but now, it is almost impossible to find them. Let alone the several resurgence periods in history." Yan Wudi said.
"However, I heard that geniuses are emerging from all over the world, including geniuses like King Wu. Some people say that history is reincarnated and another ZTE period is coming." Although Yan Chengshu lives in seclusion, he is still very concerned about the development of the outside world.
"Every ZTE period means that a group of young supremes will appear. If that is the case, that would be great."
Yan Wudi showed a hint of hope and said slowly.
"Isn't that Sweet the same one? He's only in his early twenties, and he's already the Supreme God." Yan Cheng wrote.
"No, he doesn't count." Yan Wudi said categorically, with an extremely solemn expression, "He is special, and we cannot treat him as a human being. Even outside the world, he is also extremely special."
Yan Chengshu was surprised when he saw his father describe a person like this for the first time.
"Even if he is special, he died with that monster, right?"
After the war, China did not find Sweet and the monster. They announced their disappearance to the public, but many people believed that they had died together.
"No, it's not that simple. I have an intuition that Sweet is not dead at all. With the strength he has shown, it would be impossible for him to die so easily." Yan Wudi said solemnly, looking into the distance with a pair of dark eyes, as if thinking
To find traces of that man.
"What! Not dead!"
Yan Chengshu knew how powerful his father was. He had practiced martial arts to an unfathomable level, had amazing intuition, and possessed all kinds of seemingly incredible abilities.
Now that he said it, it's not just a wild guess or groundless speculation.
"Sweat is not dead, his destructive power..." Yan Chengshu's throat grumbled, very hard, "He practices martial arts that destroy everything. If he wreaks havoc, who can stop him?"
"No, Sweet has changed. When I first met him, I could deeply feel the confusion in him. He only knew how to act casually and destroy at will. But after we fought, he suddenly woke up from his confusion.
It is precisely because he woke up that he showed his true strength." Yan Wudi shook his head, and then ordered, "If what you just said spread out, there may be panic. Don't say it."
"Yes, father." Yan Chengshu said immediately.
"Yes, senior, this junior will definitely keep his mouth shut." Zhang Cheng also responded, but in his heart he was thinking about how terrifying Yan Wudi was. Just as he said, Sweet was not dead.
He is undoubtedly the person who knows the best in this world about whether Sweet is dead or not. This man did not die with the monster, but directly killed the monster. His power reached the sky, and his martial arts suppressed the gods.
And during the days he spent with Sweet, he could truly feel that Sweet was in the recovery period at that time, and his strength had skyrocketed, which was completely different from that battle.
"Grandpa, Brother Zhang saved me. If someone troubles him, help me kill them." Yan Qingcheng shook Yan Wudi's hand and said coquettishly.
"A girl will kill someone if she doesn't speak. Qingcheng, no one will dare to marry you if you do this." Yan Wudi shook his head and said.
"I will never marry anyone in my life. I will serve you grandpa all my life."
"My mouth is getting sweeter and sweeter." This sentence was obviously helpful to Yan Wudi. Sure enough, as Yan Chengshu said, the First Supreme Lord loved his granddaughter very much, "I have already heard what you Nie Feng said about him.
You are an average guy with average cultivation, but you are quite courageous. Kill Long Feiyu first, and then the Oil Prince."
His tone was calm, as if this was just a trivial matter.
Zhang Cheng just smiled: "I was forced to do nothing."
"Good kill. If it were me, I would kill them too. On this point, your character is more praiseworthy than your cultivation." Yan Wudi showed a hint of appreciation, and Zhang Cheng secretly rejoiced. If he had his support, then the matter would be easy.
It's easy to handle.
However, Yan Wudi's next words made his heart sink.
"If a man can do what he can, he must learn to take responsibility. Killing is fun, but the consequences must also be borne. Long Feiyu is the commander of Dark Front who was appointed by senior management after discussion. The merger of Dark Front and Jujian was also decided after many discussions. You
Of course, if you kill Long Feiyu, this matter will not go well." Yan Wudi suddenly remembered something, "By the way, I heard from Nie Feng that according to you, Tong Hu had appointed you to inherit the throne before that battle.
Is the position of Commander An Feng really true?"
Zhang Cheng was just about to speak, but when he saw those unfathomable deep eyes, he suddenly shuddered. After hesitating for a moment, he gritted his teeth and made a choice: "Senior is wise, in order to save An Feng, I had no choice but to do so. However,
Commander Tong Hu did invite me to join Anfeng, saying that as long as I join Anfeng, the position of commander will be mine in the future, but I refused at the time. These words are true, otherwise I will be struck by lightning and die a good death."
In front of the First God Supreme, Zhang Cheng felt it was better to tell the truth.
Just standing in front of him, Zhang Cheng could feel the terror and terror of this man, as if he contained a god inside his body! He could crush him to death with just a raise of his hand.
"That's right." Yan Wudi nodded slightly, seeming to be somewhat satisfied with Zhang Cheng's answer, "It seems that Tong Hu values you very much and really plans for you to inherit his position. This guy is very proud, and ordinary people can't get into it.
I really want to test his eyes on you."
"Dad! How can he be your opponent?"
Yan Chengshu's expression changed and he hurriedly spoke. His father was a martial arts madman with incredible cultivation. He was titled as the God of Swords. In fact, some people called him the God of Killing. Since he became famous, he had killed the Supreme God in his youth!
He went to test it, and if he didn't do it right, Zhang Cheng would be crippled.
"It's okay, I will control the severity. If you are really capable, I believe that Tong Hu has plans for you to succeed the commander of An Feng. And he is willing to help you."
Yan Wudi said that it turned out that he did not completely believe Zhang Cheng at all.
Zhang Cheng looked hesitant, and then asked: "Senior, how can I get your approval?"
"I'm standing here, using only the same internal strength as you. If you can make me move my feet, then you win. Otherwise, you lose." Yan Wudi thought for a while and said.
"Okay! This junior is willing to give it a try."
After thinking for a moment, Zhang Cheng made a decision.