Everyone looked along the sound and saw in the sky, a young man wearing a sword robe, with eyebrows like swords and eyes like stars, flying slowly from the sky with sword energy on his feet.
His tall and straight body was filled with an extremely sharp aura.
That iconic silver hair made countless people recognize his identity.
"Shen Chenfeng."
"It's Shen Chenfeng here."
The disciples of Wanjian Mountain suddenly shouted.
"Is he Shen Chenfeng?"
"Sure enough, he is half a step closer to the cultivation of the God Emperor."
"But it doesn't seem like there's anything surprising about it."
"Did he really cultivate from the sixth level of True God to the Half-step God Emperor in half a month?"
The disciples of the six major forces looked at Shen Chenfeng one after another.
Even several powerful God Kings couldn't help but cast curious glances.
He dared to engage in a life-and-death duel with Shui Yingsheng with his cultivation in the realm of true gods. If nothing else, this courage alone is enough to impress people.
But among the crowd, there was one person with a ferocious face.
"Shen Chenfeng!"
Xuanyuan Zheji stared at Shen Chenfeng, his eyes filled with overwhelming hatred.
The thick resentment filled the entire space with a hazy gray air.
"Xuanyuan broke his halberd, long time no see."
Shen Chenfeng ignored Xuanyuan Zheji's murderous gaze and walked into Wanjian Mountain with a cold expression.
"Are you Shen Chenfeng?"
"I heard that in just half a month, you went from a cultivator on the sixth level of the True God to a half-step God Emperor. I wonder if this is the case?"
Duan Yu squinted his eyes, still a little doubtful.
Shen Chenfeng's whole body was condensed, and he didn't look like he had just broken through the half-step of the God Emperor.
However.
Facing Duan Yu's inquiry, Shen Chenfeng glanced at him and replied coldly: "What the hell are you doing?"
Hearing this, Xuanyuan Zheji was stunned for a moment.
Then, a strange smile appeared on his face.
The disciples of the six major forces were also surprised.
Duan Yu cultivated the origin of fire and inherited the character of his father, King Duan Mu, with an extremely bad temper.
Even those geniuses who are as famous as him have to be careful for fear of offending him.
But Shen Chenfeng was humiliated in public.
Fuck you!
This kind of behavior is tantamount to a slap on Duan Yu's face.
really.
Duan Yu suddenly became furious, his whole body burst into flames, and he shouted sternly: "Shen Chenfeng, you are so presumptuous, how dare you scold me?"
"presumptuous?"
Shen Chenfeng put his hands behind his back, ignoring the waves of fire rolling around Duan Yu, and said calmly: "Let me ask you, who are you?"
"Shen Chenfeng, please remember this."
"I am the only son of the current God King Duan Mu of the Jiuyang Sect. My name is Duan Yu. I am a third-level God King."
Duan Yu took one step forward, his whole body filled with energy.
The surging fire waves soared into the sky, reflecting most of the sky in red.
"good."
"Duan Yu, right?"
Shen Chenfeng raised his eyebrows and said calmly: "Then I'm asking you, where is this place?"
"This is, of course, Wanjian Mountain."
"As a disciple of Wanjian Mountain, don't you know where this place is?"
Duan Yu sprayed out two long flames from his nose with a sneer on his face.
But the next moment, the expression on his face froze along the river.
Shen Chenfeng slowly raised his head, his eyes as bright as stars, which made people dare not look directly at him, and said: "Since this is Wanjian Mountain, why do you, a cultivator of the Nine Sun Sect, dare to yell here? "
"You even dare to question me?"
boom!
The calm voice was like a thunderous explosion.
For a moment, everyone was silent.
Duan Yu opened his mouth subconsciously, wanting to say something, but he couldn't find any reason to refute.
"presumptuous?"
"You, a disciple of the Nine Sun Sect, dare to show off your power in our Wanjian Mountain. Who do you think is so arrogant?"
Shen Chenfeng's eyes instantly turned cold. He stared at the God Kings who were shining brightly in the stands but could not see their figures clearly. He said lightly: "Could it be that you think that there are several God Kings who are supporting you? I, Wan Jian Shan, Don’t I dare to touch you?”
"you!"
Duan Yu clenched his fists suddenly and gritted his teeth.
How had he, a powerful man in the realm of the Divine Emperor, the only son of Divine King Duan Mu, ever suffered such humiliation?
If he hadn't worried that this was Wanjian Mountain, he would have wanted to step forward and directly punch Shen Chenfeng to death.
"What are you?"
"Remember this, this is Wanjian Mountain."
"I don't care who you are. When you come to Wanjian Mountain, you have to lie down for me if you are a tiger, and you have to be coiled for me if you are a dragon."
Shen Chenfeng stared sharply at Duan Yu and said, "Otherwise, don't blame me, Wan Jianshan, for being rude."
Hearing this, everyone trembled in their hearts.
What an arrogant and domineering young man.
It's a tiger, lie down for me.
It's a dragon. Hold it for me.
Even the Broken Sword God King would not dare to say such arrogant words.
But Shen Chenfeng, a young disciple, actually spoke arrogantly and spoke arrogantly.
Moreover, it was still in front of the seven god kings.
"What a sharp young man."
Hanyue God King squinted his eyes, as if he saw the person from back then.
"I don't know etiquette."
"Shen Chenfeng, how can you, a small disciple, represent the entire Wanjian Mountain?"
"Elder of the wine shop, is this how you usually teach your disciples?"
"If you don't know how, I will teach you a lesson today."
Xuanyuan Baili snorted and waved out a stream of purple energy. Carrying a terrifying and boundless momentum, the wind swept through the remaining clouds and swept toward Shen Chenfeng.
The elder of the wine shop had a sneer on his face and was not moved at all.
Seeing the surging purple energy, it had already reached in front of Shen Chenfeng.
at this time.
An old man with gray temples suddenly appeared in front of Shen Chenfeng.
This old man looked like he was dying in the wind, as if he could fall down with a gust of wind. But he waved his hand casually, and the terrifying boundless purple energy was dispersed by him like a gentle breeze.
"Mr. Xuanyuan, although what Shen Chenfeng said is a bit straightforward, it is not unreasonable."
"Since you are guests, you should act like guests. If you want to overstep your authority and take over the guest, isn't it a bit too much?"
"Or are you god kings not paying attention to our Wanjian Mountain at all?"
The old man's voice was full of vicissitudes of time.
"Liu Rong!"
"You're such an old man, you're not dead yet?"
Seeing the old man, Xuanyuan Baili's expression changed slightly.
The remaining God Kings also instantly became serious in their gazes.
Liu Rong, also known as Elder Rong.
This man is the former headmaster of Wanjian Mountain, the elder of the wine shop and the master of the Broken Sword Divine King. His cultivation is unfathomable.
In his early years, I heard that in order to break through to the realm of a god, he was eager for quick success and became obsessed with evil, and his body and soul disappeared.
Unexpectedly, hundreds of years later, he is still alive.
And the most terrifying thing is that his cultivation is even more terrifying than before, and even the seven god kings cannot see through it.
