Although it can be vaguely judged.
That was indeed a tall man.
But that's all, it would be too easy to say more.
It's just because this "person" is a snow-white color, and is only made up of strands of white energy, without any physical body.
The whole body is densely packed, and only the strange true energy is flowing, like the manifestation of some kind of great avenue, which is extremely mysterious and strange.
Therefore, I can only vaguely see a general outline, but I can't really see his specific appearance, figure, or his unique dressing style.
The tall man, in such a strange and special form, fell from the floating island.
Then he just hovered in the air, appeared here, and stood still.
Ten people, including Vice-Principal Yang Jie and Sword Master Ying Chun, bowed and saluted, and addressed each other as "Principal" one after another. It was obvious that they had great respect and sincerity for him.
There is no doubt about the man's true identity, so there is no need to guess.
It is the owner of this large island in the South China Sea, the principal of the college named "Shang" on the island.
The highest status existence in the human race.
One of the six great emperors of different races thousands of years ago.
Taking the double character "Zhuge" as his surname and his given name Jielu.
When this man, whose whole body was covered with snow-white qi machine threads and didn't even have a physical body, said this sentence - "The great emperor of the human race has arrived, who is making a noise here?"
These words came down from the top to the attic at the top of the dragon boat.
The man in green shirt who was standing on the railing frowned with a complicated expression after hearing these words.
The white-haired old man holding the sapphire blue Dayu Sword in one hand sneered slightly. At this moment, he was clearly overcome by some invisible avenue, and he felt that the flow of breath throughout his body was hindered to a certain extent.
But when it comes to "face", in order to ensure that I never show any ugliness in front of everyone, I try my best to pretend to be disdainful and arrogant.
There didn't seem to be any discomfort.
Yu Youcong raised his chin covered with white beard and looked directly at the "gassy" man high up.
The old sword god Yu, who was defeated to some extent, shouted loudly: "Are you Zhuge Jielu? Are you the 'principal' that this group of people keep saying in their mouths? Good guy, I'm waiting for you I have been with you for such a long time, but only such a shabby appearance... Yin Shen came here? Oh, why didn't you come here in the form of your whole body? Let me guess, is it because you are afraid of being beaten by me? The sword was cut, so you deliberately hid some of your wealth and used it as a back-up card?"
The tall man, whose true identity was the Great Emperor of the Human Race, spoke again and slowly answered the old Sword God's question: "I'm sorry, the sword formation where I, Zhuge Jielu, guarded Shang Island, has been there for thousands of years, and my physical body has been seriously damaged. Due to the influence of the seal, the two are involved and suppressed each other, and there is no way to escape. Therefore, it is very helpless. Only the Yin God and the Yang God can travel far away from the body. Of course, even if the soul that has left the body manifests, there is absolutely no way Leaving the island too far away will easily weaken the strength of the formation, and by then, the consequences will be more serious."
"Humph, you are chattering so much nonsense, some and all, what use is it?"
Yu Youcong pretended to be contemptuous and said, "Isn't there only one shameful Yin Shen here? What qualifications does a guy who doesn't even have a real body have to let me use the sword?"
The voice of the old man in blue suddenly rose, like thunder, and he shouted sternly: "You don't know the etiquette of hospitality at all, you are the emperor of the human race, it's unreasonable to act like a ghost! Is it possible that you are showing off to others as a yin god? Having lived for more than a thousand years and finally becoming a thousand-year king and an eighty-thousand-year turtle for you, do you think you have enough capital to look down on me, the 'Human Sword God' Yu Youcong from Hanlan Continent?! "
The last sentence has the highest tone, with a sound like thunder, and every word is heard by people.
This self-introduction of family status is of course in response to the emperor's words: "Who is making a noise here?"
It's me who is making a lot of noise here.
I did it on purpose, what do you want?
What can your surname be Zhuge do to me? !
Yang Jie, a man with a beautiful beard wearing a black and green dragon robe, stared at him, full of indignation, and angrily shouted at Yu Youcong, who was wearing a green shirt and holding a sword: "Yu, don't be so arrogant! Sword cultivator of the human race, how dare you be so rude to our principal?! The Great Emperor has worked hard to guard the sword formation for thousands of years, guarding the seal of the hundreds of millions of demons in the Scorched Earth Continent, and guarding our land of the human race to this day. He has made great contributions and has been famous throughout the ages. Let’s take a look. What about you? Mr. Yu, do you have any heroic achievements that are worthy of being on the stage? What indelible contributions have you made to the human race? You should tell me!"
Yu Youcong, who was a little confused by this series of questions, was slightly stunned, and then narrowed his eyes, with a fierce look in his eyes.
The old sword god replied coldly: "Your name is Yang Jie, right? Well, I will remember you. If Emperor Zhuge is not here, I will be the first to chop you to death. In front of your son Yang Junjie, I will give you Chop the whole person into pieces and throw them into the sea to feed the sharks!"
As the high-status vice-principal of the Shang Academy, Yang Jie is a swordsman and possesses the peak cultivation level of the eighth-level Dao Realm. He has extremely high combat power, and his attainments in swordsmanship have already reached the divine level.
With courage and strength, he is naturally not afraid of Yu Youcong's verbal threats.
It's just that after all, his beloved biological son Yang Junjie is behind the man named Yu at the moment, and he is in a more dangerous situation.
Out of this fear that his beloved son would be killed, Yang Jie couldn't help but feel jealous, so he had no choice but to hold back his anger and not say another word!
They looked at each other speechless for a while.
At this time, Zhuge Jielu, whose appearance and body were very vague, after being silent for a while, smiled and said: "How about this, Yu Youcong, my Yang God body is still an island at the moment. Come on, if you really want to fight, you can do it! I can combine the Yin and Yang spirits into one, and then integrate most of the inner strength of my true body into it to fight you. But the prerequisite must be made clear first, that is, we cannot distinguish between life and death, but only victory or defeat."
The old sword god in green clothes and white hair remained silent for a moment, grinned, nodded, and said loudly: "Okay, that's it, let's decide a winner and see who is the real strongest human swordsman! "
Zhuge Jielu, who had strands of snow-white energy lingering all over his body, and whose rather tall body could be vaguely seen, let out a warm and kind laugh, and made a suggestion with deep kindness: "Then Comrade Yu, let us two Before we start fighting, would you like to have a drink first? There are beautiful places on the island where you can sit and drink."
Yu Youcong, who was called "comrade" for the first time in his life, thought for a moment, shook his head, and said solemnly: "Let's have a fight first. After we know the strength of the sword, it's not too late to have a drink! Or rather , the emperor thinks that after fighting me, he will probably not have the energy to drink anymore? If this is the case, then it is okay to drink first."
Zhuge Jielu was very cheerful, chuckled, nodded and said: "Okay, let's go to the island to have a fight first. After the winner is decided, it's too late to drink again!"
After agreeing to Yu Youcong's invitation to fight, in an instant, the tall snow-white figure turned into a white rainbow and swept up, heading straight for the island.
The green shirt holding the sword also turned into a ray of cyan rainbow light, flying straight towards Tongtian Island floating in the clouds, chasing the white shadow like lightning.
Eight teachers, the vice principal, the gold medal tutor, and Ying Chun's disciple Ling Fengge.
A total of eleven people also flew towards the sky to control the wind, and soon they all disappeared.
Just when Ling Zhen, the young man in green robe, was gathering his strength and preparing to follow closely.
Before he could react.
Suddenly, a huge snow-white hand fell from the sky at an extremely fast speed.
Palms facing down, fingers like hooks.
With one handful, he easily caught the entire dragon boat including the yellow dragon.
Being gently held in the "palm".
Lift it up sharply.
The giant dragon boat, carried by the strong wind, has been brought to the island!
The big white palm gently lifted and lowered the yellow dragon boat carrying the three people, without any accidents, and was placed extremely safely on a wide lake.
There are fish in the lake.
I don’t know how many thousands of feet it is.
