Everyone looked at Xun Rong, the master of weapons, in shock, and they all realized that the master of weapons, Xun Rong, was no longer the former Xun Rong, who only excelled in refining weapons.
Because he is about to ascend to the fourth place on the Mainland Honor List and become one of the most magnificent people on the Mainland. They are all preparations for future saints, and they represent completely different meanings.
At least half of the saints on the mainland have been on the mainland's honorary list, and most of them were extremely magnificent figures during the sage's period.
In this world, the winner is king, and no one will pay attention to the loser.
Even if Zhang Qingrong was once the number one on the mainland's honor list, that was only in the past. If the figures of the older generation could not become saints, they would eventually pass away forever. Most people looked at Xun Rong, the respected person, with reverence and awe in their eyes.
We all know that a bright new star is about to rise on the mainland.
There are only some people who are also aging and entering their twilight years, looking at Zhang Qingrong’s lonely back and sighing.
"Hua Yiran, because your friend is too stubborn in character, he doesn't know how to adapt and has gone astray on the same path, so he will never be able to become a saint."
Xi Qianye said calmly.
Hua Yiran was slightly stunned. What did the master mean by this? He looked at Zhang Qingrong with a thoughtful look in his eyes.
He had just watched Zhang Qingrong fight. His strength and fighting ability were indeed extremely strong, and he could be called the best among the venerables. But when he thought about it carefully, he found that it was too monotonous. As long as someone could block one of his attacks, it would basically be a success.
In an invincible position.
Just like a person who only knows three axes, after splitting three axes, there is no way to defeat the enemy.
Zhang Qingrong paused for a moment, stood frozen in place for a long time, then slowly turned around, looked at Xi Qianye and said: "I don't believe that the path I am taking is wrong. Even if you are a peerless saint, I will not agree with your words."
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He explores how the holy path of his life could be wrong. Even if he fails in the end, he firmly believes that the path will not be wrong.
"All roads in the world are connected with all laws. There is no wrong way, only wrong people."
Xi Qianye stepped forward and said indifferently: "The path you are taking seeks the ultimate in strength, perfection and flawlessness. Unfortunately, your talent is not enough and your ability is limited, so you cannot succeed."
Zhang Qingrong's pupils shrank when he heard this and his body trembled slightly.
He once received part of the inheritance from an ancient great sage, so the path he took was also the path of that great sage.
However, the road to the Great Sage is so difficult to walk, and he once had doubts and hesitations.
But the pride and stubbornness in his heart did not allow him to give up. He was number one on the Mainland Ranking. The path he took must be different and he must have the potential to become a great saint.
However, it was precisely because of his ambition that he was unable to become a saint for so many years.
In the past, there were many people who were behind him and not as good as him on the mainland's honor list, but there were many people who entered the holy realm.
"The road to the Holy Path extends in all directions, and it is by no means the only one. You might as well stop and look back, maybe you will make new discoveries." Xi Qianye said calmly.
"It's too late, it's never too late, it's already too late..."
Zhang Qingrong shook his head sadly. Only after the heart has died will one suddenly wake up. Unfortunately, it is too late to regret.
"That's all, out of consideration for Hua Yiran's affection, I will give you some enlightenment."
Xi Qianye said calmly, he picked up a branch from the ground, waved it slightly in the air and struck it.
The branch was only one foot long, which was nothing compared to the big iron rod in Zhang Qingrong's hand.
However, when the branch was waving in the void, it was like seeing a sea-fixing needle crisscrossing the sky and the earth. Every time it was swung, it split mountains and mountains, overturned rivers and seas, and seemed to mess up the whole world.
Zhang Qingrong froze on the spot, staring closely at the branch in Xi Qianye's hand, as if he was possessed by a man, as if a hungry wolf saw the delicious food and wanted to get into the world of the branch.
Not only Zhang Qingrong, but everyone in the square looked at the branch in Xi Qianye's hand, with serious expressions on their faces.
Everyone realized that the master of Qianbao Palace was saving Zhang Qingrong, teaching him the holy way, and helping him become a saint.
They can watch from one side. Such an opportunity is unique. It is a fate that will never happen again.
Everyone stared closely at the branch in Xi Qianye's hand. Even those who were not highly cultivated and did not understand the rules would remember the scene in front of them deeply in their minds.
Hua Yiran's eyes were full of gratitude. Only he knew how precious the opportunity for his master to preach was. Not to mention ordinary monks, even saints would regard it as a treasure when they came here.
Xun Rong, the Supreme Master, has long been sitting cross-legged, with all his mind devoted to the world of branches. Although his paths and Zhang Qingrong's paths are different, they are also similar. Both of them are power-oriented paths.
The branch seems to be just a branch, but it seems to be able to destroy the world. However, such a terrifying power is extremely elegant, just like the spring breeze blowing, leaving no trace.
The charm of lifting a weight with a heavy weight and lifting a weight with a light weight has brought the true meaning of strength to the extreme.
After only half a stick of incense, Xi Qianye stopped waving the branches.
Many people don't have enough ideas, but it's just right. No matter how much they say, they won't be able to remember it at all. Instead, they may mess up their thinking.
Zhang Qingrong froze in place, like a stone sculpture that would never move. No one could even feel the breath of life on him. All the fluctuations were silent, as if he had died.
However, everyone knows that Zhang Qingrong is not dead, but has fallen into a profound state of enlightenment. His eyes are intertwined with a large number of laws of light, constantly colliding and emerging, which is simply frightening.
Half a quarter of an hour later, a long roar resounded throughout the world. Zhang Qingrong stepped on the ground, raised his body to the sky, roared to the sky, and laughed like thunder, as if venting all the emotions in his heart.
Rumble!
There was a loud noise, thunder clouds filled the sky, and the entire War Spear City was shrouded in thunder and lightning.
"Holy Tribulation, that is Holy Tribulation!"
"Oh my god, a holy calamity has actually occurred. Is Zhang Qingrong already a saint?"
"Oh my God! Two holy tribulations in one day are unprecedented in the ages."
"It's really amazing that Zhang Qingrong finally reached the last step."
"The whole continent will probably be shocked when Zhang Qingrong, who is ranked number one on the Mainland's list of saints, becomes a saint. Such a peerless genius must not be an ordinary saint to become a saint."
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Everyone in the square was shocked. Seeing the birth of two saints in one day was simply a myth.
And what shocked everyone the most was not Zhang Qingrong becoming a saint, but the mysterious palace master of Qianbao Palace.
He came out and enlightened Zhang Qingrong casually, and he was able to make Zhang Qingrong, who had been trapped for hundreds of years, break through and become a saint. So how amazingly advanced is the master of Qianbao Palace's cultivation level and his understanding of the law?
The legendary Qianbao Palace Master who slaughtered saints with his hands and killed saints like chickens really lived up to his reputation!