King Gaitian laughed: "Is this Ling Ren?" He paused and said with a smile: "Young man Bayi Yang is right, but Sheng and Ling Ren are not good." Bei※

Ke Wuzong, who was sitting not far away, had a special meaning in his smile: "Uncle Gai, you don't know. This Zuo Wuzhou is very arrogant. Ling Yuan has challenged him many times without being accepted."

King Gaitian's cloudy eyes narrowed, and his wrinkled fingers clasped together: "Zuo Wuzhou is a 28-year-old Martial Emperor. He is thirty-eight years old this year. How is his cultivation in the government and the public?"

Nie Chaoye sighed: "My disciples don't know, Nie Wen doesn't know, and even Zuo Wuyue's closest sister doesn't know either."

Everyone was greatly disappointed: "It seems that his cultivation level is not that great, otherwise why wouldn't even the big and small universities be willing to participate?"

They had forgotten Zuo Wuzhou's habit of never sparring, only deciding between life and death.

Don't look at the fact that these four coming to the Changkong Sect don't seem to care about Zuo Wuzhou. In fact, this kind of attention is secret. After all, the Changkong Sect has received an unprecedented genius. It is said that the Changkong Sect and other sects have also been

Pay close attention.

According to everyone's thoughts, Zuo Wuzhou's past training records are so incredible that some people even suspected that Nie Chaoye had falsely reported Zuo Wuzhou's age.

In Fahuntian and other environments, Zuo Wuzhou managed to become the Martial Emperor at the age of twenty-eight. If he were in Zhenhuntian, this time could be shortened by at least one third. That would be really terrible.

Martial Arts is a very important level, but if you pass this level, your potential will most likely come true. If you cannot pass it, no matter how talented you are, you will still be a Martial Emperor.

Nie Chaoye was thinking about attacking, and Nie Wen was paying attention, so he knew it. The process of the arrival of the four Zuo Wuzhou was even clearer, and Zuo Wuzhou had no special symptoms.

I sighed secretly, but felt disappointed.

"Zuo Wuzhou has only been ten years since he was Emperor Wu. He is thirty-eight years old. There has never been such a young Emperor Wu since ancient times." Nie Chaoye defended Zuo Wuzhou a few words and said openly: "Even if it takes more time

It took decades for him to make a breakthrough, and he made a breakthrough again when he was a hundred years old. He is also a peerless genius."

Everyone was convinced, and King Gaitian nodded slightly in agreement. No one expected Zuo Wuzhou to make another breakthrough in just ten years, but if he could see Zuo Wuzhou making progress in his cultivation, that would be a good thing as long as he was making progress.

Hope for a breakthrough...

Ke Wuzong's eyes flashed. He retorted: "Junior brother Nie, that's what he said. But he doesn't participate in the big competition. How do you know if he has made progress and how much? If his progress is slow, it is possible that he will wait until he is three or four hundred years old before he can break through. Big and small competitions.

It was originally meant to test the cultivation progress of the disciples, but him not participating only shows that he has a guilty conscience."

Ke Wuzong's words were very tempting. Nie Chaoye couldn't help but feel uneasy. Ten years, in the long life of a soul monk, is not long or short. For Emperor Wu, his teaching qualifications are not too bad. Often, they are not too bad. Ten years is enough to make some obvious progress. For those with good talent, they have already made great progress.

Zuo Wuzhou's unwillingness to participate in the big and small competitions was indeed suspicious in the eyes of everyone. Everyone couldn't help but suspect that Zuo Wuzhou had not made any progress.

It’s not that the Changkong Sect is ignorant, it’s that they have too much knowledge. Therefore, Zuo Wuzhou’s cultivation myth was initially half-believed and half-doubted. After all, someone told the truth: “Let’s not care about anything else, ten years is too short. Who can make any decent progress in ten years?"

King Gaitian clicked his knuckles and said in a gentle voice: "No need to say more, let him participate in the competition and we will find out."

Ke Wuzong sneered implicitly: "No need, Ling Kun has already taken action, you will know after one try."

There was a lot of discussion. There was an uproar.

How could Zuo Wuzhou, with his strong will and indifferent nature, be moved by this situation and this scene, and fight for a false reputation. This is a meaningless thing. He turned a deaf ear and turned a blind eye.

This situation angered Officer Ling even more, and Zhang Jun's face even turned red with embarrassment and anger. He roared several times: "Zuo Wuzhou, how dare you fight with me."

Nie Wen swept away his eyes angrily, wishing he could beat Ling Shi himself. He was now frightened. He just hoped that what happened in the past few days would not happen at this time, and that Zuo Yuanzhou would not be angered. But how could he know? This Ling Wei actually refused to let go.

Nie Wen didn't know that a series of events had intertwined many things together, like a fire on the verge of breaking out.

In the early hours of the morning, I was extremely angry, and with a movement of my body, I screamed: "Zuo, take the move!"

Ling Tuo was so angry that he rushed towards him without hesitation and stabbed him with his sword. He looked like he was going crazy with anger!

As soon as the breath moved, Zuo Wuzhou felt it. He frowned, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and his voice was like thunder: "Get out!"

Morning jumped in the air, seeing that a blow was about to come, Zuo Wuzhou's trusty punch actually contained infinite power. The force of the blow. The extremely oppressive punch came, and Morning was unexpectedly invincible. He was like a fly. Shot to the ground.

With one punch, the sky was shocked.

Ling Kun was not in the same place, but he knocked Ling Kun over with just one punch. What a power this was.

Suddenly, the Changkong disciples who were paying attention to this place were shocked and speechless, and there was a moment of dead silence.

The dull color of King Gaitian on the viewing platform suddenly faded, and a dazzling divine light shone. Nie Chaojie and others all stood up in shock. They looked at each other and blurted out in shock: "Wu Yu?"

Turning back slowly, Zuo Wuzhou's eyes were majestic and sonorous: "Don't bother me again, there won't be a second time."

At this moment, Yasha dragged Wu Xi over, with a terrifying expression on his face, and said from a distance: "Zuo Wuzhou, this officer molested and injured Wu Xi with others, and even threatened to kill Wu Xi!"

"No wonder something was wrong with Wuxi the past few days, that's why." Zuo Wuzhou's breath was as majestic as a mountain.

Zuo Wuzhou's murderous intention was as crazy as a flash, and his eyes were wild. In an instant, murderous intent surged, and the bloody aura shot straight into the sky!

As soon as his feet stepped on it, the ground trembled and the mountains shook, faintly about to collapse. The unparalleled momentum of the Changkong Sect's mountain gate shone majestically across the sky.

The words were fierce, just like the roar of thunder: "Kill!"
Chapter completed!