"Do you think Jing Xuzi will die in the Eastern Region?"
"Everything in the world is unpredictable. I don't hope that he will survive, but I'm afraid it will be difficult to do so."
Hearing what he said, Yang Xuzi also believed it.
After all, as a powerful warrior who has been famous for many years, his life-saving skills are top-notch.
It's one thing to defeat the Qingpao Immortal, but it's another thing to take his life.
The two are not the same.
"He still has many fans in the Holy Land, and he will be a problem for us after all."
Chong Xuzi glanced at him, and then warned, "Don't make any small moves. As long as the master is still there, no one can kill him in the Holy Land."
"Are we still going to sit back and watch him continue to be arrogant?"
"The failure of the Eastern Region is a fatal blow to his prestige. Those elders who were originally wavering will naturally favor us. Your task is to win over more neutral elders."
"Yes, senior brother."
"As well as the seven disciples who have obtained the Martial Saint Fruit, you should also pay more attention to them. The forces behind them are not small."
"It's funny to say that it was originally just a lie fabricated by Jing Xuzi, but I didn't expect that it would eventually help the Holy Land. It's really a great irony."
"This is luck!"
After speaking to Xuzi, he stopped talking and looked at the sea of clouds in front of him silently.
On June 23, there was not even a breeze outside Qiuniu City, and the air seemed to have weight.
The army of Wuliang Holy Land had already lined up outside the city. After a while, everyone in the Heavenly Palace slowly walked out under the leadership of Chu Ming.
The Qingpao Immortal looked at the young master who was walking at the front of the team, waving his pleated fan, and his expression became more and more solemn.
"The Immortal in Blue Robe of the Infinite Holy Land."
"Master Tiangong."
"I never thought that after many years, Tiangong would be able to revive from the ashes, and I don't know what kind of catastrophe it would bring to the mainland."
"Stop fooling children with your words. When it comes to poisoning the mainland, no other force can compare to your Infinite Holy Land."
Chu Ming waved his hand and interrupted Qingpao Xian's retort in a domineering manner, "I am not here to argue with you today. If you still want to talk nonsense, I will not accompany you."
After he finished speaking, he added with a smile, "Don't let me underestimate you."
"Okay, then let me see Tiangong's arrogant capital, and let our friends in the East Region see Tiangong's strength."
The duel between the Heavenly Palace and the Infinite Holy Land has long been a grand event on the mainland. How could the warriors in the Eastern Region miss this opportunity.
The head of Qiuniu City and the high ground outside the city had long been filled with warriors coming from all directions in the west.
"Pull down the line and I'll pick it up in Tiangong."
"Come on, let's select three warriors from each realm to compete, so that we can show the strength of both sides to the heroes of the world."
"There are no warriors below the level of the Martial Emperor in our Heavenly Palace."
After Chu Ming finished speaking, he glanced at the team at Wuliang Holy Land with a hint of intent.
His words not only made the puppet forces in the Infinite Holy Land feel ashamed, but also frightened the surrounding crowd watching the battle. You must know that Martial Emperor warriors can serve as elders in fifth-grade sects, but they are the most basic existence in Tiangong.
"This young master's voice sounds young, but his tone is not young. It's hard to tell whether he is a Martial Emperor warrior himself, but he is still boasting here."
A strong man who was watching the battle was dissatisfied with Chu Ming's attitude and couldn't help but start complaining.
"When the Heavenly Palace was at its peak, the Heavenly Soldiers were all warriors of Emperor Wu. This young master should not be just talking nonsense."
"The heavenly soldiers are all warriors of Emperor Wu! Are you kidding me?"
The strong man stared at the old man beside him, his eyes almost bulging out of his sockets.
"These situations are recorded in the classics of each major sect. You can understand it by looking at everyone's expressions. I also have an extra word from the old man to remind you, be careful of misfortunes coming from your mouth."
The father-in-law is also a warm-hearted person. He saw that the strong man was just being stubborn and had no ill intentions. He didn't want him to encounter any misfortune, so he kindly reminded him.
When the strong man saw that the people around him looked like they should, he knew that what his father-in-law said was true.
He hurriedly bowed to him and said, "Thank you, my father-in-law, for reminding me. Han Meng has learned a lesson."
After saying that, he stood next to his father-in-law and watched the situation attentively.
"Then we'll start with the Martial Emperor warriors. The Martial Emperor, the Martial Saint, and the Martial God each fight three times. What do you think, Young Master?"
"good."
The brief conversation between the two caused a burst of exclamation from the surrounding crowd.
Not to mention that the duel between Martial Emperors and warriors is already rare. I never expected to see a competition between Martial Saints and Martial Gods.
Everyone felt that this trip was worth it, and they all looked at the field intently.
"Senior sister, do you think the young master looks familiar to you?"
"You feel it too."
It was He Xiaohua and her junior sister who were speaking.
During the battle in Yuncheng, they were not nearby and escaped the disaster, but their master died in Yuncheng.
Now that they heard the news about the showdown between Wuliang Holy Land and Tiangong, they also rushed here.
"Senior sister, what are you talking about? Do you know the young master from Tiangong?"
The junior sister next to them asked curiously, and the male disciple who had been to the Song Dynasty with them was also a little suspicious.
"It's impossible, isn't it? That person is just a county clerk, and he's not even a physical practitioner?"
The perception of warriors is very keen. Although Chu Ming was wearing a white mask, he did not change his voice. This made the Taiyi Sect disciples who were already deeply impressed by him immediately think of him.
If this matter hadn't been too absurd, they would have been almost certain that the young master was the "little chief clerk".
"Senior sister, do you still remember that the King of Hell's Palace in the Song Dynasty seemed to be wearing this kind of white mask."
He Xiaohua did not speak, but looked at the young master in the field intently. The figure waving his fan soon began to overlap with the indifferent figure of the county clerk.
"You can deceive us so much!"
"Sister, it's really him!"
The junior sister looked at her in surprise.
She could never imagine why the powerful Master Tiangong would stay in a small county town and work as a bookkeeper.
At this time, the first pair of Martial Emperor warriors to fight were already standing on the field.
"Wuliang Holy Land is subordinate to Wu Shui City Lord Nan Tian."
"The Celestial Soldier of the Heavenly Palace, Niu Geng."
"Nantian" is also well-known in the Eastern Region. He is good at using spears and is among the best among the Wuhuang warriors.
As for the "burdocks" of Tiangong, this is the first time for everyone to hear this name. Tiangong has a sense of mystery from top to bottom.
No one knew their origins, it was as if they fell from the sky.
Without any temptation, Nantian chose to attack proactively, firing out countless spears from a spear and stabbing at the burdock.
Niu Geng held a bright silver shield in his left hand, and deployed countless earth-yellow air walls with his hand.
The gun light touching the air wall is like a silver needle touching an iron wall, and it can no longer take a step forward.
Nan Tian did not expect that the opponent's defense was so strong, and that the first attack would have such a result, but no matter how hard he tried, the spear light could not break through the opponent's defense.
Nan Tian's face had turned red at this time. Just when everyone thought he was about to be defeated, they heard him roar, and scorching flames emerged from the gun body to the tip, instantly piercing the burdock. layers of defense.
"Attribute warrior!"
Everyone watching the battle couldn't help but exclaimed in surprise.
Nan Tian has been famous for so many years, but no one knows that he is a fire attribute warrior.
It seemed that none of the previous opponents had the ability to force Nan Tian to use all his strength.
Even though this heavenly soldier was defeated today, it would be an honor, and it would not be a shame to be defeated by a warrior with powerful attributes.
While speaking, Nan Tian had already broken through all the defenses, and pointed his spear at the opponent's chest.
Niu Geng used the shield in his left hand to block the opponent's fatal blow, and fire was splashing on his shield.
The two sides were locked in a confrontation because of their true energy competition. The agitated air flow made many master warriors below unable to stand firm and began to stagger.
But at this moment, Niu Geng released his strength and used his shield to protect his body. Just as the two sides passed each other, a flash of sword light flashed, and Nan Tian's head flew into the sky.
I don't know when his right hand held a gleaming sword. It was this sword that cut off Nan Tian's head. Ugly Heavenly Soldiers are good at defense, but that doesn't mean they can't attack.
After winning, Niu Geng acted as if nothing had happened. He came to Chu Ming and saluted before returning to the team.
"Senior brother, Nan Tian is already the most powerful among our Martial Emperor warriors, but this burdock may not be the strongest in Tiangong."
Jiang Xuzi sent a message to the Qingpao Immortal with some worry.
"The duel between the Martial Emperor and the Martial Emperor is just a trial, the Martial Saint and the Martial God are the main event."
Hearing what his senior brother said, Jiang Xuzi nodded.
"Ha Chi'er, the Lord of Jinluo City under Wuliang Holy Land."
"Tiangong Chenbu's heavenly soldiers soaring dragons."
At this moment, the second competition also began.
Ha Chi'er held a big ax and slashed at the opponent fiercely. Teng Feilong did not flinch, choosing to confront the opponent head-on. He drew out his broad sword and fought with the opponent.
Completely different from the previous duel, this group of two people attacked with all their strength. For a moment, the sound of metal and iron was heard in the field, which shocked the surrounding spectators with splitting headaches.
Fortunately, the two of them quickly decided the winner. Under the attack of a sudden storm, Hachi'er was slammed into the ground, and the soil was already up to his knees.
The two people who were originally similar in stature, Ha Chi'er suddenly became much shorter.
Teng Feilong put away his sword and returned to his formation. Only then did everyone discover that Ha Chi'er in the pit was bleeding from all his orifices and had been shocked to death.
Suddenly, waves of sound swept across the earth.
"Everyone talks about how powerful the Heavenly Palace is, but I didn't expect that what I saw today is even more powerful than the legend."
"Brother, please don't exaggerate. This is just a competition between Martial Emperor warriors. There are still three realms to come. Who will win is still unknown."
"The heavenly soldiers are already so good, how can the heavenly generals, the earthly kings, and the heavenly kings fail!"
"The Qingpao Immortal has been famous in the mainland for many years. Who in the Heavenly Palace can be his opponent?"
