The quiet iron knife tribe, beside the stone walls, A Mo confidently slammed into these stone walls.
Once, his goal was very small, and he thought that being able to become the leader of the tribe was already great.
Only now did he realize that his vision was narrow.
Those immortals are tyrannical, slashing mountains and rivers, and immortal, making people yearn for.
A Mo firmed his goal, he wanted to worship the sect, he wanted to become stronger!
He wants to leave this so-called thousands of hills and thousands of tribes, this place is too small, I heard that the world under their feet is huge, as large as hundreds of millions of miles, there are endless strong people, there are too many to count.
This continent, called the Baichuan Continent, is a high-level plane.
Because of its vast territory and hundreds of millions of inhabitants, the level difference here is too great.
The strongest are the eight powers, all of which are powerful in the world. They have dozens of vassal forces that are similar to the Dao Zun Cliff and the Dao Emperor Pavilion, and have the Earth Realm.
So put together, the Baichuan Continent is comparable to the powerhouses of the Yuanyuan Realm, and there are no more than a thousand people.
Heaven and human realm can be seen everywhere here. In the vast and majestic ancient city, there will be Heaven and human realm walking from time to time, and a brick will be able to stun a bunch of Lingyuan realms.
Luo Xingchen went by accident and wandered to this place. As long as he was given a chance, he would see a brand new world.
However, it is too early to say this.
Based on Luo Xingchen's current situation, if he wants to rise, he has to climb up step by step, step by step, to get rid of the clouds and mist to see the blue sky.
However, in the past half month, Ke Gu, in accordance with Luo Xingchen's instructions, hyped up Luo Xingchen's name.
He also added fuel and jealousy, saying that Luo Xingchen is a super enchanting evildoer, crushing the Quartet, and it will become a great weapon in the future.
The Iron Knife tribe, with Lord Luo Xingchen sitting, will surely rise, and all tribes will bow their heads in the future.
As soon as the news spread, it made people panic, some shuddered, and naturally others were unconvinced.
So one by one leader-level challengers set foot in the Iron Blade Tribe to challenge Luo Xingchen, the deaf and blind disabled person.
Their strength is the spiritual power realm at most, and they naturally fail miserably.
Luo Xingchen has experienced hundreds of challenges without any failure.
As a result, this young man of only twenty years old has become famous all over the world in a short time.
There is still the last day to go to the triennial selection of the upper immortal and lower boundary.
The tree wants to be quiet but the wind keeps on, and the selection hasn't started yet, and a big storm has already arrived.
On this day, the sky was clear and the weather was good. People from the Iron Knife tribe, with a comfortable mood, assembled the brigade to select young teenagers with a little talent for fighting, and they were preparing for tomorrow's selection.
They gathered about hundreds of people in an empty field.
I was just about to let the children compete, but before it started, something changed!
"Shoo, hoo..."
I saw many figures flying from the air, with great effort, and their feet were like walking on the ground. They moved tens of feet in an instant, before landing in a flash.
"Hiss... So many immortals, the selection started?"
Everyone was silent, stood up straight, staring at the front, and did not dare to move.
From this crowd, came out a figure of an arrogant young man who looked about sixteen years old. He was dressed in blue clothes and woven with silk and satin. Compared with the rough cloth and rotten shirts of the Iron Knife Tribe, tiger skin and animal skins, it looked pleasing to the eye and much more noble.
His icy gaze swept towards everyone, looking at Ke Gu, and said indifferently: "Where is my father? Where is he being held by you?"
Ke Gu was depressed, clenched his fists, sweating profusely.
This person is Han Lingchong. At the age of thirteen, he was favored by the sect and took him away. Now three years later, he has returned.
It seems that they have grown a lot, and some of the immature has already been separated, replaced by a sharp and domineering attitude, a pair of eyes, and a sharp edge.
Luo Xingchen quietly used his mental power to perceive the front, and first noticed that Han Lingchong's realm was the perfect spiritual energy realm.
The rest of the people, there are many, are in agile state.
"Finally came a few decent ones." Luo Xingchen silently curled his lips and said in a low voice.
Han Ling rushed back, held up his chest, and asked Ke Gu coldly: "Ke Gu, you are so brave! Even if I was not here, I intended to murder my father, and dare to pretend to rule the thousands of tribes in the Qingcang Mountains!
Your tone is not small, I don't know where your confidence comes from! "
Ke Gu glanced indifferently, and then calmly pointed at Luo Xingchen: "The confidence is here! He is Lord Luo Xingchen, our patron saint!"
Han Lingchong glanced at Luo Xingchen indifferently, and after a moment, he laughed wildly: "Hahaha... Ke Gu, you are really a bunch of idiots! Just rely on him? A waste! I crush him with one hand!"
Ke Gu immediately walked to Luo Xingchen and wrote in the palm of his hand: "My lord, this is Han Zhen's son, Han Lingchong. He said you are a trash."
Luo Xingchen smiled slightly and said calmly: "Yes, I am indeed a trash, but with them, my trash can be settled!"
When Ke Gu saw Luo Xingchen so calm, he immediately felt confident in his heart.
He ordered all his subordinates to quit, leaving Luo Xingchen alone, standing in place.
Han Lingchong curled his lips, shook his head, squinted, and said with a sneer: "It's you, that's a waste man, who speaks of a worldly evildoer? I think you look like an idiot."
Luo Xingchen was in front of him, unmoved.
When Han Lingchong saw Luo Xingchen facing him sideways, without answering, he lowered his face and said in a condensed voice: "Where did you keep my father? Now let him out, I can still keep your whole body."
Luo Xingchen scratched his head and hugged his arms, making him more leisurely and contented.
In Han Ling's eyes, a wave of anger gradually poured out.
"Hmph, dare to ignore me! Believe it or not, I will break you into pieces!"
Luo Xingchen curled his mouth and said casually: "I can smell bad breath, have you eaten shit? The words are so unpleasant."
In fact, Luo Xingchen was just blind, casually speaking, based on his feelings, the people in front of him would definitely laugh at him first, his words were cleverly received and there was nothing wrong with it.
Han Ling burst into tears, and shouted violently: "Fuck you, die for me—"
Han Ling drew his sword and rushed out, fierce and violent, the sword light flew by a foot, and the terrifying power split across Luo Xingchen's chest from top to bottom.
"call out!"
Luo Xingchen dodged in an instant and disappeared in place.
Han Lingchong's sword energy fell, and the earth cracked a small hole.
Luo Xingchen appeared behind him and hit his back with a fist. He was caught off guard and had no time to dodge. He felt his bones shattered, his internal organs were surging, and he flew out uncontrollably and fell into a dog to gnaw mud. , Bleeding from the corners of the mouth.
"Hey!" Behind Han Lingchong, those people were shocked, their stiff bodies couldn't move.
Han Lingchong stared, struggling on the ground, Luo Xingchen smiled, kicked Han Lingchong away, he spouted a mouthful of blood again, hit the ground, convulsing, and trembling badly.
"Ahem... No... Impossible! You are a trash, you are not in the spiritual power realm, how could you defeat me..."
Han Lingchong was full of hatred, and his fingers were inserted into the seams of the ground, and blood stains were drawn out.
But he tried his best, but he was discouraged and couldn't stand up anymore.
Luo Xingchen had calculated long ago that he now retains some speed and strength, which is probably equivalent to the perfection of the spiritual realm. If he uses his sword intent, his strength will increase, although it will cause huge damage to the body, and it should be possible to deal with the spiritual realm.
But unless he had to work hard, Luo Xingchen didn't want to hurt himself.
Now, Han Lingchong was hit easily and severely, which was also in his expectation.
"Presumptuous!" The headed middle-aged in the spirit realm glared with anger, stepped on his feet and shattered the ground, and pierced Luo Xingchen with a bright sword!
"Boom!"
Luo Xingchen folded his hands together, took the empty-handed blade, and made a strong effort!
With a sound of "Bang Dang", the sharp sword fell, and a palm force was pushed out. The heavy physical power hit the man's chest like a huge stone!
He suddenly retreated for a long distance, his chest was stuffy, and blood was swallowing in his throat.
In an instant, one of the spiritual energy realm was consummated, and the one in the middle spiritual realm was knocked back by Luo Xingchen.
The people who followed Han Ling rushed forward seemed stupid. They struggled for a long time, and finally no one dared to rush forward again.
There was a stalemate, and the two parties were embarrassed.
Han Lingchong was pulled up from the ground, and they wanted to leave.
This looking deaf and blind guy once again worked a miracle.
"This kid, the physical body is so strong, let's go first and discuss it tomorrow."
These warriors murmured, and then rushed back with the seriously injured Han Ling.
The people of the Iron Knife tribe burst into joy.
A Mo ran to Luo Xingchen with excitement, grabbed his hand, and wrote seriously: "Awesome, you are simply my idol."
Luo Xingchen did not answer his words, lowered his head, and muttered: "In this way, I don't know if I can attract their attention."
Time flew by, and on the second day, the triennial selection of people from the upper and lower realms arrived as scheduled.
When this vast tribe was set foot, they visited one by one, many of them returned in disappointment.
On this day, the Iron Knife Tribe finally ceased to be peaceful.
Everyone, just like yesterday, gathered in the empty wild hunting grounds.
When those strong men descended from the sky one by one, they were all eye-openers.
Luo Xingchen held a wooden sword in his hand and drew boring circles on the ground. It wasn't until these strong men came that he twitched his nose and raised his head, even though he couldn't see it.
"Park Cheng, get out!" an old man shouted coldly from the opponent.
Suddenly the person named Park Cheng stood up with some guilty conscience.
And this person is the smart realm martial artist who was injured by Luo Xingchen yesterday.
The old man was majestic and reprimanded: "I asked you to bring Han Lingchong back with that kid, just to publicize that you did it like this!"
"Yes, the subordinates know their fault."
Park Sung bowed his head to admit his mistake.
The old man swept around, with a hint of curiosity, stroked his beard, and said in a condensed voice: "Where is the person who hurt you yesterday?"
Park Sung began to sweep towards the crowd.
He saw Luo Xingchen who was playing with the wooden sword leisurely and stretched out his finger: "He!"
The old man suddenly looked at Luo Xingchen in surprise, looked up and down, and probed with his spiritual sense.
"Huh? It's weird, he looks really like a waste man, his eyes are absent, but why, I always feel that his strength is a bit elusive."
The old man whispered to himself, very puzzled.
Park Cheng said solemnly: "Elder, this son pretends that he is a peerless evildoer, and also said that within three months, he will help the Iron Knife tribe rule the thousands of tribes here!"
"Oh? It's not a small tone! Hehe, it's interesting, I can hurt you with this kind of waste material, it seems a bit hidden!"
Nan Jingtian is the guardian elder of Tianya Pavilion, an ordinary first-level force, and in the sect, there is an ancestor of the Consummation Level in the Spirit Seal Realm as a blessing.
Nan Jingtian observed Luo Xingchen's actions with great interest. Luo Xingchen was the most calm of all, like a child, holding a wooden sword, and scribbling on the ground at will.
Nan Jingtian frowned and wondered: This kid, is he a genius or a stupid one, why is he indifferent when he sees me
At any rate, Nan Jingtian was also in the spiritual map realm. This kind of strength can still stand in this wild-level area.
"Ah... Elder, he, he is deaf and blind."
Park Sung had to tell the truth.
Nan Jingtian's beard curled up, and a pair of big copper bell-like eyes gave off a strange light!