Reborn 80,000 Years Chapter 144: The gathering of the masses
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Chapter 144 Mass Gathering
After several days of hard work, Yang Chen's cultivation level has finally stepped into the realm of the Great Martial Master from the late stage of the Martial Master Realm!
Yang Chen only felt that the whole person was relaxed a lot, not only was his cultivation level improved, but his physical body was also much stronger. His eyesight is clearer, he can see the scenery thousands of meters away, and his senses are more sensitive. If he wants to, the voice of the entire imperial capital can't escape his ears.
A long-lost sense of strength rushed to my heart.
Since his rebirth, every time Yang Chen breaks through, he feels unprecedented excitement. Because of this breakthrough, Yang Chen felt that he had taken another step away from the road of revenge!
"Congratulations to foster father, step into the Great Martial Master!"
Wu Shanhe hugged his fists and congratulated him sincerely.
"Yeah." Yang Chen nodded, his expression unchanged.
"After entering the Great Martial Master, the foster father should be able to look down upon the juniors of the entire empire." Wu Shanhe said with a slight smile.
"Qingfeng Empire?" Yang Chen raised his brows slightly, but he was not satisfied.
His gaze is not limited to Qingfeng Empire!
It is southern Xinjiang, northern wilderness, endless islands!
So much as the entire continent!
Yang Chen's goal is to surpass the previous life!
After a little hesitation, Yang Chen's right hand suddenly surged out of spiritual power, which changed in his palm. Following Yang Chen's thoughts, that group of spiritual power suddenly turned into a long knife, which was extremely sharp. Yang Chen's thoughts moved again, and that spiritual power turned into an axe again, looking majestic...
"Spiritual transformation..."
"How long have I not used this great martial artist's standard?" Yang Chen smiled lightly.
After stepping into the Great Martial Master, you can use spiritual power to transform into various forms, and the weapons that spiritual power can transform into are even more powerful than ordinary weapons! And the armors and so on that are transformed by spiritual power are harder than weapons!
In other words, Yang Chen is now carrying a complete set of weapons with him, and the power is far beyond the top-grade weapons!
……
Yang Chen exhaled, looked at Wu Shanhe, and said lightly: "Let's go, today should be the empire competition, right?"
After that, Yang Chen glanced at the pedestrians on the street.
They all walked eastward in twos and threes, and they looked excited. They thought they were all going to watch the empire competition.
Wu Shanhe nodded and said: "Foster father, I have prepared a carriage, please follow me."
After that, the two of them got into the carriage and rushed all the way to the Imperial Plaza.
People come and go, the stream is endless.
What a prosperous scene.
"I don't know who else will I meet today." Yang Chen murmured, with some emotion in his tone.
I saw Wu Shanhe took out a sign from his clothes with a number engraved on it: twenty-one.
Then he said: "Foster father, this is the number plate, which represents your competition number. Then you can go to the competition with this number plate."
Yang Chen nodded and took the number plate without saying much.
……
At the same time, voices came from all over the empire.
In front of Ling Mansion, Ling Yuyao was standing pretty.
Today's little girl is wearing a black tights. She looks heroic and brave. She has a firm color on her small face. She really doesn't let her beard.
"Miss, can I send you a carriage?" Ah Fu said softly, standing behind him.
"No, the square is not very far from our Ling's house, I just walk over." Ling Yuyao smiled and said.
Afu smiled bitterly, and said: "Then please be careful, Miss. This competition is full of elites from all over the country. Miss must be careful and careful, and you must not hurt yourself!"
"Oh, I know, I'm not a kid." Ling Yuyao stuck in her waist and hummed: "Okay, Grandpa Fu, just keep your heart in your stomach! If you don't tell you, it will be true if you don't leave. Late!"
Hearing this, Ah Fu smiled bitterly, and said: "According to the old slave's mind, it is better not to participate in the lady, after all, the whole family has no eyes. Miss, you are so good-looking, in case you touch it. It's not beautiful anymore, if something happens, the old slave will be dead!"
"Miss, it's better than..."
A Fu raised his head, just froze in place, where is the shadow of Ling Yuyao in front of him?
"This girl." Ah Fu laughed bitterly, somewhat helpless.
Then put his hands together and bowed to the air, saying:
"The gods and gods, please bless my lady safe..."
……
Alchemy branch.
Luo Qingling slowly stepped onto the carriage.
Under him, Luo Lao, Liu Yishui and others looked at her with a smile.
"Grandpa, Uncle Liu, I'm going to participate in the competition, you should go back first." Luo Qingling smiled and said.
"En." Luo Lao nodded and said: "Qingling, be careful along the way. If you encounter a strong person, you must not be arrogant and protect yourself."
"I see, grandpa." Luo Qingling nodded.
"And..." Luo Lao suddenly said again: "This time Master Yang may also participate. If you meet him, you can communicate more and exchange feelings, and you can also ask him more about martial arts. Knowledge."
Luo Qingling's face blushed slightly when she heard this.
Scaredly said: "Grandpa, what are you talking nonsense? Master Yang and I are just ordinary friends!"
Liu Yishui chuckled and said, "Friends, friends, you have become boy and girl friends. Besides, Master Yang is so good, if you can form a good relationship, it will be a lot of benefits to our alchemy branch."
Luo Qingling's face turned redder when she heard this.
"Well, don't talk nonsense, Master Yang is younger than me!"
"Age is not a problem." Luo Lao smiled and said: "I am two years younger than your grandma, and Master Yang is not the kind of person who compares accounts!"
Luo Qingling rolled his eyes and suddenly felt speechless.
Said: "I won't tell you anymore, I'll go now! Uncle Liu, my grandfather will leave it to you, don't let him run around, he's all old bones, don't flash your waist!"
Afterwards, without waiting for Luo Lao to blow his beard and stare, he lowered the curtain of the car and drove away.
……
"Brother Mo!"
At the gate of the imperial capital, a voice suddenly heard.
I saw several figures slowly approaching from a distance.
The one in the lead was a handsome young man with a sword on his back. The whole person looked handsome and handsome, which attracted countless people's attention. What's more noteworthy are the three words pierced on his shirt:
Tianhe Zong.
"Are you from the Tianhe Sect?"
"I didn't expect them to participate in this game too?"
When I saw these people, a whisper immediately sounded around.
"This Tianhe Sect is the first-class sect of our empire. It is said that everyone in it is a genius!"
"That is, after all, it is a first-class sect, and ordinary goods are not required!"
"I didn't expect them to come to participate in the competition? Hey, there is a good show to watch this time."
Expectation flashed in everyone's eyes.
And after hearing this, the eyes of these disciples of Tianhe Sect flashed with pride.
The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, revealing a contemptuous smile.