The Tianwu Territory has changed. Xiao Chen chewed this sentence several times, took a sip of wine, and said seriously: "What kind of change.\/\/ Learn ww.do./\/\"
"Among the seven giants, An Junxi relied on the thunder and lightning dragon whip to finally have a weapon against Feng Wuji, the holy son of the Shenwu Sect. The two fought for three days and three nights. Feng Wuji had a slight upper hand, but An Junxi also had the upper hand. There was no choice but to accept a draw.”
Bai Qi put down his wine glass and spoke calmly and unhurriedly, but what he said still surprised Xiao Chen, who had made preparations.
For a long time, saints and saints have seemed to be naturally superior in the Tianwu Domain, and no one would compete with them.
When ordinary people ask who are the top experts among the younger generation in Tianwu Domain, they will definitely recommend the Seven Giants. They deliberately left out the Three Holy Sons, and they don’t think there is anything wrong with them.
The Three Holy Lands are detached from the world, and the saints and saints usually do not move around in the Tianwu Territory, so it is difficult to see their true bodies. To the younger generation of Tianwu Territory, they seem too far away, a bit like modern myths.
The Seven Giants are the visible masters. If you want to become famous, you need to challenge them. They will only regard them as targets. No one will look for the Three Saint Sons.
But now An Junxi has broken this myth and has become the only person in the Tianwu Domain who can be as famous as the Three Saint Sons in ten thousand years.
Xuanyuan Zhantian couldn't help but say: "That battle was really fierce. One of them understood the will of wind, and the other understood the will of thunder. Many low-level martial saints who were watching the battle turned pale with fright."
"An Junxi is indeed powerful. Saint Son Feng Wuji's strength is obviously higher than him, but he just can't defeat him, so he can only give up and make peace."
What Xuanyuan Zhantian said is somewhat contradictory, but it is actually easy to understand. If the strength is just a little higher, there will be no way to tell the winner unless they fight to the death.
But even if there is a real life-and-death battle, the possibility that the two of them will die together is the greatest. An Junxi has to say that this person is really strong.
"Now that there are four Holy Sons in the Tianwu Domain, the Thunder Palace that An Junxi belongs to is a little inferior to the Holy Land, but his strength has been recognized by everyone, and he has been clearly distinguished from the Seven Giants."
Bai Qi continued: "And the name of the Seven Giants has ceased to exist in name only."
Xiao Chen raised his eyebrows and asked curiously: "How do you say it?"
"Half a year ago, the number one swordsman in the South was very popular. He challenged Luo Zixiao, one of the seven giants. With his superb swordsmanship and 80% of his swordsmanship, he defeated the opponent within two hundred moves."
"Another Big Seven, Jiang Zeyuan, was also defeated by Duan Yi, a mysterious swordsman from the Heavenly Sword Realm, within a hundred moves. The two men's undefeated record was broken and they lost the title of Big Seven."
"The Ximen Leopard of the Ximen family, I don't know what kind of stimulation this guy got. After returning from the wilderness battlefield, he went to his own desperate purgatory to practice. He received devil training from the Great Emperor of the Ximen family, and he became more like a human than a ghost."
"After I came out, I directly challenged the amorous young master Murong Lingfeng. A dandy boy whom no one expected, actually ended up on a tie with the amorous young master, and even almost defeated him."
"Also, Niu Deng, the number one genius in the war world, is even more surprising. He directly challenged Wang Meng, the most ill-tempered of the Seven Giants, and actually ended up with a draw."
"In this year, many young masters have emerged one after another and have made extremely famous names. The children of luck from all walks of life have all grown up, and they are no worse than the previous seven giants."
Bai Qi said a lot in one breath, and besides yearning, there was also a hint of loneliness in his words.
In the prosperous age, the masters of the lower world had gone through a lot of baptism, training and elimination, and all those who could show their talents emerged, but his name was not the only one.
Xiao Chen thought thoughtfully, saying that the Tianwu Territory has indeed changed. One of the seven giants was promoted to the Holy Son, two were directly defeated, and the two were drawn.
For more than ten years, the pattern of the seven giants dominating the younger generation of Tianwu Territory has been completely disrupted.
Many children of luck in the lower world who were similar to him, after a period of dormancy and accumulation, finally emerged and became outstanding.
A grand and prosperous age that only happens once in ten thousand years, countless geniuses from three thousand worlds, and a huge stage, finally opened the tip of the iceberg in the Tianwu Domain of the Human Race in the Kunlun Realm.
Whoever can stand out in the Tianwu Domain can truly get the ticket to this prosperous stage and have the qualifications to compete for the prosperous king.
Xiao Chen thought for a moment. Among the seven giants, his senior sister and the person he cared about the most, Bai Wuxue, seemed to have not been mentioned, so he couldn't help but ask.
Speaking of Shui Lingling, Bai Qi smiled softly and said, "Shui Lingling, who dares to challenge her? If she really gets angry, even the Third Saint Son would not dare to offend her."
"Her archery skills are recognized as the best in the Tianwu Domain, but she is a little inferior in close combat. If you keep a distance from her, you are afraid of being shot into a hornet's nest."
"As for Bai Wuxue..."
Speaking of Bai Wuxue, the monster with the same surname as him, Bai Qi paused for a moment, looked a little solemn, and muttered: "Xiao Chen, it's not that I don't have confidence in you, it's just... I advise you to give up the fight with him. Forget it, no one will laugh at you."
Xuanyuan Zhantian on the side also had the same look on his face, feeling a little pity for Xiao Chen.
Xiao Chen's heart moved, and he said with a smile, "Just say what you have to say."
Bai Qi brewed his emotions for a while and said with some horror: "He disappeared after leaving the wilderness battlefield. No one knows where he went. He just came back a month ago. A son of luck from the lower realm who has been in the limelight recently wants to take away He became famous."
"As a result, he froze it into an icicle within ten moves. With a slight touch, it fell to the ground and shattered into ice shavings. Not even the shards were left."
Xuanyuan Zhantian said solemnly: "This is not the most terrifying thing. The news just came out half a month ago. He went to the bitter cold place in the far north of Kunlun Realm. When he came back, he brought a human head with him."
Xiao Chen said with great interest: "What kind of head?"
Xuanyuan Zhantian whispered: "The head of a casual cultivator who ranks tenth on the list of evil cultivators. That rogue cultivator has been at large for a long time and has... the cultivation of a low-grade martial saint."
After the words fell, Bai Qi and Xuanyuan Zhantian looked at Xiao Chen with some sympathy.
This news is cruel to Xiao Chen, but the fact is the fact. A low-grade martial saint was killed by Bai Wuxue, and he was also a notorious rogue cultivator, not an ordinary thing.
More than half a year ago, there might still be some people who were optimistic about Xiao Chen, but as soon as this news came out, almost no one paid attention to Xiao Chen, who had not been seen for a long time.
Even the low-level Martial Saint was beheaded by Bai Wuxue, so what was the meaning of this battle? No matter how hard Xiao Chen tried, it would only be a laughing stock in the end.
He was a decent stepping stone on the road to becoming Bai Wuxue, but nothing else.
But Bai Qi and Xuanyuan Zhantian were completely disappointed. They didn't see any look of fear on Xiao Chen's face, not even a trace of ripples.
Bai Qi asked tentatively: "Xiao Chen, why didn't you react at all? Now many people are rumoring that he must have understood the will of ice, and his strength is probably not much worse than An Junxi."
"The head he brought was the head of the Martial Saint. The Martial Saint can be regarded as a real big shot in any part of the Kunlun world."
Xiao Chen smiled bitterly in his heart, how should I react to this? It seems that not long ago, I just defeated three low-level martial saints.
However, if a casual cultivator becomes a saint, he will definitely be much stronger than the elders of the Xuan family, but Xiao Chen is one against three, and is even stronger than Bai Wuxue.
The specific details will only be known after the two of them fight in person, but Xiao Chen is confident in his thunderous will and is not afraid of Bai Wuxue's growth.
Genius monsters often have their own adventures, so there is no need to be too surprised by Bai Wuxue's achievements.
Boom, boom, boom!
At this moment, a burst of slightly messy footsteps came over, and a group of uninvited guests came up to the stairs.
The three people in front had strong auras and restrained murderous intentions, especially the one in the middle. With a cold glance, the other guests in the restaurant felt a chill in their hearts.
He turned out to be a Martial Saint!
A solemn and oppressive atmosphere spread throughout the building. Those warriors caught by the gaze quickly paid their bills and left, fearing that something would affect them.
When Bai Qi and Xuanyuan Zhantian saw the arrival of this group of people, their faces suddenly turned pale, and they said tremblingly: "The people from the Changtian Sword Sect are here."