In the square, a burly man stood in the center. The man was 2.8 meters tall, his arms and legs were thicker than others, and he was much taller than a normal person.
This man was dressed in a woodcutter's uniform, and he looked like a woodcutter cutting wood on the mountain, but instead of a hatchet, he carried an iron rod on his back.
The iron rod was completely black and exuded an extremely heavy aura, like a sea-fixing needle, suppressing the heaven and earth.
Some people with low cultivation levels felt dizzy just by looking at the iron rod, their eyes turned black, and they almost fell to the ground.
Obviously, that is not an ordinary iron rod,
In other words, the person carrying the iron rod is not an ordinary person.
"Who are you?"
The emperor of the Xiling Kingdom frowned and said, Qianbao Palace is now the state religion and the revered one of the whole country. Anyone who dares to come here to offend will naturally be a provocation to the Xiling Kingdom.
The burly man carrying the iron rod glanced at the Emperor of Xiling Kingdom, but he didn't bother to pay attention to him at all. He directly ignored him and looked deep into the palace. He bowed slightly and said respectfully: "Senior Hua, back then
It has been more than three hundred years since we were separated. Time flies and time is ruthless. Qingrong can see you again and see you grow old and become a saint. It is really a great joy in life. Even if you die, you will not have too many regrets."
No one expected that this burly man, who looked like he was coming with bad intentions, would bow so respectfully deep into the palace.
"Boy Zhang, you shouldn't be here."
Hua Yiran sighed in his heart. He was also filled with emotion when his old friend could meet again.
However, Zhang Qingrong's temper was very clear to him. He was absolutely fearless of his master. If he offended his master, he would be doomed.
Hua Yiran slowly walked out of the palace and looked at the tall figure in the center of the square with complicated eyes.
When we first met, Zhang Qingrong was still a vigorous and lawless young man. Now when we meet again, he is very old, with gray hair on his temples, and a strong air of twilight hanging over him.
Counting the time silently, Zhang Qingrong must be over four hundred years old.
He had just become a Venerable at that time and was not more than a hundred years old. Zhang Qingrong was just a young man in his early twenties.
"Mr. Hua, I believe you should understand me. When I came to Qianbao Palace this time, I never thought about going back alive."
Zhang Qingrong said calmly.
Although the age difference between him and Hua Yiran is not big, and they can be called peers among the venerables within a hundred years. However, Mr. Hua is one of the people he respects most in his life. If it weren't for Hua Yiran back then,
Without the support of the old-timers, he wouldn't be where he is today, and I'm afraid he would have turned into a pile of bones long ago.
"You can't defeat the Jade Saint, so why bother to persevere? The power of the Heavenly Lord is not something that the Great Lord can challenge."
Hua Yiran sighed softly, only he knew how terrifying Han Yu was. Not to mention Zhang Qingrong, even after becoming a saint, he would never be able to defeat Han Yu.
"How will you know if you don't try? I have no way out. And I also want to see how powerful Tianzun is." Zhang Qingrong said lightly. Although his tone was calm, there was an indescribable persistence.
"There are three Heavenly Lords in War Spear City, all of whom are unparalleled. You can challenge the other two and give it a try. Boy Zhang, if you believe me, leave Thousand Treasures Palace." Hua Yiran persuaded.
He already knew Zhang Qingrong's purpose of coming here.
However, there is no hope for him to challenge Han Yu, only death.
If he challenges the other two female gods, he may have a chance of success.
"Mr. Hua, it's too late. It's not that Qingrong doesn't believe you. I once said that Qingrong owes you my life. Even if you ask me to die for you, I won't frown."
Zhang Qingrong smiled bitterly. Before he came to Qianbao Palace, he never expected that Mr. Hua would be in Qianbao Palace. He had gathered all his determination. If he left like this, he would lose his spirit and never have a chance again. Even if there was a mountain of swords and a sea of fire ahead, he would not
You must go all the way to the end.
Hua Yiran was silent, with sadness in his eyes. Old friends who had not seen each other for many years met again, but it was like this.
However, he can quite understand Zhang Qingrong. If it were him, he would probably do the same thing.
People like them devote their lives to the holy path and never give up even when they are about to die.
Zhang Qingrong's purpose here is to fight for life and death. If he succeeds, he will break through the shackles and become a saint. If he fails, he will be destroyed from now on.
His life has come to an end and there is no other way.
And those few peerless beings who have touched the law and become gods are undoubtedly the most suitable to be his final whetstone.
"Zhang Qingrong, he is Zhang Qingrong, Zhang Qingrong who is number one on the mainland list... No, no, no, Zhang Qingrong was once the number one person on the mainland list."
Suddenly someone in the crowd recognized the burly man and said in shock.
After hearing this, everyone looked over in surprise. No one expected that that burly man was the person who once ranked number one in the continent.
Zhang Qingrong is a legendary figure. Even in the Xiling Kingdom on the border of the Southern Territory, many people know about him.
Before the three female Heavenly Lords were born, Zhang Qingrong represented the symbol of the strongest Supreme Being on the mainland.
Moreover, Zhang Qingrong's life is extremely legendary. It is said that he is just an orphan, without any background or talent. He only relies on his perseverance and hard work to get to where he is today step by step.
When he first became a great master, he killed great masters like killing chickens, and his power was comparable to that of a quasi-sage.
Later, a quasi-sage provoked him, and he was beaten to death with a stick. From then on, he fought against all the great masters and quasi-sages in the world, sweeping across the central, southern, northern, western, and eastern territories... and was invincible.
, no one is his opponent.
It is even said that he once competed with a saint and escaped unscathed.
There are so many legends about Zhang Qingrong that I couldn’t finish them in three days and three nights.
No one expected that such a legendary figure would actually come to Qianbao Palace.
"The Jade Saint was born and took away his first place on the Mainland Ranking. No wonder he came here to challenge the Jade Saint."
"Zhang Qingrong has never admitted defeat in his life. I am not surprised that Zhang Qingrong would challenge the Jade Saint."
"Zhang Qingrong's reputation has been accumulated through countless battles throughout his life. It is normal for him to be dissatisfied with the Jade Saint."
"Both Zhang Qingrong and Jade Saint have records of competing with saints. I'm also very curious about which one of them is stronger and which one is weaker."
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There is curiosity and expectation in everyone's eyes, and the fire of gossip is burning fiercely. The former number one on the mainland's honor list fights with the current number one on the mainland's honor list. It will definitely be a great show.
"Mr. Hua, I'm afraid Qingrong will disappoint you this time. Please forgive me for my persistence. I have nothing else to ask for in my life. I only have this long-cherished wish. Even if I die because of it, I can still have a clear conscience and a smile on my face."
"Please invite the Jade Saint to come out, otherwise I can only force my way in. If you stop me, I will immediately commit suicide in front of the Qianbao Palace to repay you for saving my life."
Zhang Qingrong approached the huge three-meter-tall body and knelt heavily on one knee. Mr. Hua had saved his life, so he could not rush into it. But his long-cherished wish in his life had not been fulfilled, and the hardships and obstacles of four to five hundred years had not been explained, so he could not
Maybe just leave.
Hua Yiran's eyes were complicated and his heart was trembling slightly.
Please come out of Hanyu Tianzun, Zhang Qingrong will die.
If Hanyu Tianzun is not invited, Zhang Qingrong will die because of him.
What's more, Hanyu Tianzun can't be invited just by asking.
Hua Yiran has never been so entangled as at this moment.
"Foolishness, if you don't realize yourself and have a clear mind, let alone a life-and-death battle, even if you fight a hundred or a thousand battles with the Heavenly Lord, you still won't be able to break through the shackles."
An indifferent voice suddenly sounded in the square, and a voice shrouded in hazy light walked out from the depths of Qianbao Palace, exuding an indescribable ethereal temperament.
The Lord of Thousand Treasures Palace!
Everyone looked at it with shock on their faces. They did not expect that the legendary and mysterious Lord of the Thousand Treasures Palace would appear at this moment.