Reborn 80,000 Years Chapter 172: Ready to go

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Chapter 172 is ready to go

"Choose your own."

Ren Jian stood with his hand in his hand, with a relaxed tone, as if he had said a trivial thing. However, what he said changed the expression of Jiang Chixin below, which was extremely ugly in an instant.

The one who killed Jiang Yue?

Isn't that Yang Chen!

"You are dreaming!" Jiang Chi said coldly, "I can't agree to this, you go back!"

For Jiang Chixin, Yang Chen is now his benefactor, how can he push Yang Chen to the edge?

After hearing this, Ren Jian's face suddenly became a little cold, his eyes filled with disdain, and he sneered: "Just a few ants, dare you to disobey me?"

"You should be the strongest existence in this dynasty, right?" Ren Jian murmured, not knowing whether he was asking Jiang Chixin or talking to himself.

And when the two confronted each other, a lot of warriors had gathered in the imperial capital below.

"This person... is here to find Master Yang." Luo Qingling frowned, his eyes suddenly showed worry, and then looked at Luo Lao beside him, and said: "Grandpa, this mountain sect is third-class. Zongmen, your majesty may not be his opponent, should we go up and help?"

Lao Luo shook his head and said: "No, just stay here."

"This is already a battle at the level of a great martial artist. It is not something you and I can intervene."

"But..." Luo Qingling pursed his lips, still worried, and said: "If even your Majesty can't stop him, then Master Yang..."

"No!" Liu Yishui shook his head, and said firmly: "If it were Master Yang, there would be no problem!"

Speaking of this, Liu Yishui smiled and said: "Sister Qingling, is there someone in your impression that could bully Master Yang?"

Hearing this, Luo Qingling was stunned for a moment, and then there was also an unbelievable look in his eyes, as if... really not?

……

Warrior Association.

Wu Shanhe stood in front of the window, watched this scene quietly, and muttered to himself: "Why in this world, there are always some people who seek death and do not care about their lives?"

Some people always think that they have this ability, so they are superior, but in the end they find that they are just one of many ants.

Wu Shanhe turned around and respectfully clasped his fists to the person sitting behind him, and said: "Foster father, are you not going to go there?"

The man, sitting quietly in the chair, his expression unchanged.

It was Yang Chen.

"Not in a hurry." Yang Chen shook his head and said calmly: "Even though Jiang Chixin broke his arm, he is also a great martial artist, so he won't be defeated so soon."

And as the voice just fell...

There was a loud boom in the sky above the imperial capital, and the spiritual power instantly collided in the air, emitting a bright light.

In the room, Yang Chen and Wu Shanhe were talking and laughing, as if everything outside had nothing to do with them.

Yang Chen held a cup in his hand.

The cup was a dragon hunting cup 70,000 years ago, and there are only two left on the mainland today.

One is in his hand, and the other is naturally in Wu Shanhe's hand.

The wine in this cup is the Yuliang wine of Emperor Huaisheng.

Such superb quality makes Yang Chen a little confused, as if he went back to 80,000 years ago...

It was the same back then. He and a few friends sat in the Golden Temple, overlooking the rivers and mountains of the mainland.

Drink, great wine.

And now... such days can't go back.

Yang Chen sighed, drank the wine, and suddenly said quietly: "Little nose, I may be leaving in two days."

"Leave?" Wu Shanhe was taken aback for a moment, then immediately knelt down and said: "Where is the foster father going? Please bring a little snot with you!"

"No way."

Yang Chen's face remained as usual, and he faintly refused: "This time, I want to go for a walk and walk alone."

Hearing this, Wu Shanhe's expression was stagnant, and sadness appeared in his eyes suddenly: "Foster father said that the little nose is now old, is he not worthy to be a follower of the foster father?"

"Of course not."

Yang Chen smiled slightly, stood up slowly, and smiled: "It's just that a lot of things have happened in the past two days, which makes me want to go for a walk and take a look."

It is not 80,000 years ago, nor is it ancient. Today's mainland has developed an absolute civilization.

Yang Chen wanted to see what the world would look like 80,000 years later.

"Little nose, you have your own life and your own family, not just my son." Yang Chen stretched out his hand, touched his head, and smiled: "I used to take you Being a son is just because you are too fragile to protect yourself. Now that 80,000 years have passed, you have grown up and you can protect yourself. Why should you follow me again?"

Yang Chen smiled slightly.

Hearing this, Wu Shanhe shook his whole body, tears running through his body.

He squatted deeply at Yang Chen and cried out in pain:

"Respectfully send to foster father!"

Yang Chen smiled upon hearing this.

He laughed very happily. He was very happy. Even after 80,000 years, Wu Shanhe still has his foster father in his heart.

Actually, my previous life was not too failed, right?

There is dust and yellow, Wu Shanhe, and these friends who have always remembered him.

Value up.

"Finally, let's get rid of some trivial matters here." Yang Chen took a deep breath and turned to leave after speaking.

Went out of the Warrior Association.

Slowly approaching Ren Jian in the distance.

And those eyes were extremely cold for an instant.

……

In the sky.

Ren Jian waved his face!

Shocking Sword Mang whizzed in an instant, shaking Jiang Chi's heart back a few steps, his body was dripping with blood, and he looked embarrassed. He had already been wounded, and his arm was scrapped, and now fighting Ren Jian is simply retreating!

"Hahahaha!"

Ren Jian laughed, his expression frantic, and said: "Garbage is really garbage! Just a mere ants, dare to speak out? When I kill you, I will destroy this empire and let all of you ants be wiped out!"

"Ats?"

Jiang Chixin sneered and said: "Do you think you are great?"

Ren Jian frowned, and the cultivation base in his body suddenly rushed out. The great martial artist's cultivation base was undoubtedly revealed, making the faces of the people present changed, and only felt a powerful pressure.

"Don't you see it?"

Ren Jian took it for granted.

Hearing this, Jiang Chixin shook his head and said calmly: "Although you have reached the Great Martial Master at a young age, you may be very powerful in the eyes of others, but I know that there is a person, you and him It’s not worth mentioning!"

"Who?" Hearing this, Ren Jian's eyes immediately shone bright.

Jiang Chixin sneered and said, "It took you 20 years to enter the realm of the Great Martial Master from the time you were born! But the person I was talking about was just a few months ago. Grade martial artist, now, he is also a strong man at the great martial artist level!"

"You spent twenty years, but he only spent a few months!"

"It's really ignorant that you still pride yourself on being a genius!"

Hearing this, Ren Jian's face finally turned gloomy.