Di Ji stopped talking again.
Fang Yun suddenly felt a headache, realizing that Di Ji thought he knew, but he didn't know at all, so he had to change his mindset and said, "Your Majesty, when can I take away the Gouhuang Armor?"
"After the annihilation of the dragon clan in Taichu World Destruction." Emperor Ji said calmly.
Fang Yun was suddenly overwhelmed. What the hell was going on? He originally thought he came here to pick up a piece of armor and leave, and make some money by the way, but now he was actually involved in a war between the two races.
To some extent, the battle between the imperial clan and the primordial world-destroying dragon is far more terrifying than the battle between the dragon clan and the ancient monsters, and between the ancient monsters and the monster barbarians.
The wars between the dragon clan, ancient monsters and monster barbarians were very rare, and ordinary beings with good luck could survive. The battles between the imperial clan and the Taichu World-Destroying Dragon were almost all battles between the holy ancestors, and the losers would be exterminated, and there would be no dragon clan or ancient monster that could hide its power and survive.
Fang Yun knew that the Imperial Clan finally defeated the Primordial World-Destroying Dragon and finally conquered all worlds, but it was obvious that the Imperial Clan paid a huge price in this battle, which led to the subsequent struggle among various clans and the rise of the Dragon Clan.
If something unexpected happens, the imperial family is likely to fail.
Fang Yun looked at Di Ji and suddenly remembered that when he was a child, he would be distracted in class and suddenly asked questions by the teacher, which would lead to his current situation.
There was a complete inability for the two sides to communicate accurately.
Fang Yun remembered what the four-legged black snake and other imperial clans had said before, that Di Ji was not the oldest imperial clan, but was definitely one of the strongest.
If the imperial family must choose a leader, Di Ji is the most likely candidate.
Emperor Ji’s realm is too high.
Fang Yun said helplessly: "Okay, I will wait until the Taichu World-Destroying Dragon Clan is destroyed. However, I am a person who does things in an orderly manner. If I were in the Imperial Clan, I would make killing the Taichu World-Destroying Dragon my goal, and then break down the whole process into small steps and do it step by step. Of course, perhaps in your eyes, everything is clear and even certain. So, can you tell me what we should do next?"
"Wait!" Di Ji's answer was very quick and straightforward.
Fang Yun almost rolled his eyes. He felt like he was not communicating with the Holy Ancestor, but talking to an Alzheimer's patient.
Fang Yun said helplessly: "Okay, then I'll wait, I'll take my leave."
Fang Yun bowed to Di Ji and turned to leave.
The night sky is bright, and the light of the stars illuminates the world.
Fang Yun walked out of Di Ji's stone house, but found that a large number of people from the Di family were looking at him from afar.
Seeing Fang Yun walking out of Di Ji's stone house, many members of the imperial family showed admiration in their eyes, and the children even showed respect in their eyes.
Fang Yun smiled bitterly, it seemed that the entire imperial family felt that communicating with Emperor Ji was a big problem.
Fang Yun was certain that from now on, his status in the imperial tribe would be greatly improved.
After walking a hundred feet away from the Emperor's Stone House, Emperor Lan came over with a smile and asked, "How is it?"
"It's okay, just a little tired." Fang Yun said.
"You're tired, that's right. What did you say?"
Fang Yun stared into Di Lan's eyes.
Di Lan felt a little scared.
After a long while, Fang Yun slowly uttered a word.
"wait!"
Di Lan smiled and said, "You learned it really well."
After walking for a while, Fang Yun asked, "Di Lan, we can't just sit there and wait. We have to find a way to destroy the Taichu World-Destroying Dragon."
Di Lan was startled and said, "This doesn't seem to be a question you and I should discuss."
"I have no choice. I want to return to my hometown, but His Majesty Di Ji said that I can only leave after the Primordial World-Destroying Dragon is eradicated." Fang Yun said.
Di Lan looked at Fang Yun sympathetically and said, "Then you can only stay here. But don't worry, although you don't know why you don't say your name and your body hasn't fully grown, but since Grandpa Di Ji has recognized you, we will treat you as a real member of the Di clan."
"Haven't you done it before?" Fang Yun asked with a smile.
Di Lan smiled slightly.
Fang Yun shook his head and looked helplessly at the ten-foot-tall handsome young man. The gap between his body shape and that of the imperial family was too big.
Fang Yun looked into the distance and saw the four-legged black snake playing with the children of the imperial clan. He nodded slightly. After he left, the four-legged black snake would have a corner to settle down, which would not be a waste of the friendship they had shown over the past few days.
“Eh…” Fang Yun saw ten young semi-saints holding shields in their left hands and spears in their right hands, practicing in an open space.
In later generations, the battles between semi-saints are often massive, but in ancient times, there were not so many different ways of fighting. Even for a semi-saint like Di Lan who possessed special talents, his main method of attack was close combat. This led to many great saints and even saint ancestors becoming accustomed to close combat.
However, even in close combat, the fighting of the saints is no match for that of the emperor.
Where the ten young semi-saints were, the weather changed, the seasons alternated, and a powerful vision formed. Every time they thrust out a spear, a large area of space would tremble.
For them now, using space shock to attack the enemy is a good way of fighting.
Fang Yun did not look down on these young semi-saints. In fact, whether it was the dragon clan, ancient monsters or barbarians, it could even be said that more than 90% of the clans in the myriad worlds, from their birth to the end, were accustomed to close combat.
People like the sea fisherman, the star herder and the scholar are very rare exceptions.
Fang Yun not only did not look down on the half-saint of the imperial clan, but was full of respect for him, because no matter whether it was the dragon clan, the ancient monsters, or even the wild monsters, although they all fought in groups and even had methods of joint attack, they did not form a real "battle formation".
In later generations, only humans truly created battle formations.
Even the demons and barbarians, who were said to be the best at large-scale combat, could only rely on the demon blood flag and rush and kill indiscriminately, unable to even enforce orders.
The battle between these ten young semi-saints could be considered a battle formation, with their coordination seamlessly.
Fang Yun nodded and said, "Our imperial clan's combined attack method is indeed very powerful."
Di Lan said with some pride: "Even if it is an ordinary Primordial World-Destroying Dragon Semi-Saint, it would be difficult to kill the Great Saint if ten of them joined forces. After all, there is a fundamental difference in the power of the two sides. However, the Ten Saint Battle Formation of our Imperial Clan Semi-Saints can often hunt down ordinary Great Saints."
Fang Yun said, "I see some shortcomings."
Di Lan's eyes widened, he looked down at Fang Yun and said, "Is this true? Although the Saints don't care about such trivial matters, the Great Saints still care about this battle formation. With so many Great Saints giving advice, how could there be any shortcomings?"
Fang Yun said: "There are indeed some shortcomings. Their fighting methods are a bit crude. They focus too much on the use of "holy power" and ignore the coordination of physical strength. Let me give you an example..."
As Fang Yun spoke, holy thoughts surged into his body and his body expanded rapidly, becoming the same size as Di Lan. He then waved towards the distance and the holy thoughts directly grabbed an imperial clan spear.
Fang Yun clenched his hand, and it sank suddenly. He almost couldn't hold it, so he had to use the help of holy thoughts.
After all, this is the weapon used by semi-saints for practice.
Fang Yun walked up to Di Lan and said, "For example, when they thrust forward, they move straight forward, like this."
Fang Yun imitated the young man from the imperial family and stabbed forward several times.
"No problem." Di Lan said.
Fang Yun said: "Look at mine again."