Fifty-sixth The Second Coming
The silent night, the silent campus, the breeze is gentle, and under the bright moonlight, it is extraordinarily quiet. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info
Fang Cheng stood in front of the window and looked at the mountains in the distance, a little uneasy.
Although Chen Yanqing had already agreed to get rid of Flissa, he still had a whim and had a premonition that something big was about to happen.
The wind and rain are coming, and the words are resting first. Everything, according to the heart.
"When did you change your temper?" Chen Yanqing teased.
Fang Cheng had always been too calm and calm, but now he was suddenly a little overwhelmed, which surprised him.
"I always feel like we've forgotten something...... What the hell is it?"
"It's just a nightmare incarnate, just a clown who sells his head" Chen Yanqing has already found a way to deal with him, in his opinion, Frishasa is just a lamb to the slaughter.
Fang Cheng heard Chen Yanqing's somewhat arrogant words, and the uneasiness in his heart became more and more intense.
He always felt like he was missing something.
Hundreds of thousands of meters in the air, in the stratosphere, a handsome young man with a three-foot green front on his back, rode the wind.
He stood on the top of the clouds, sensing the direction of his whim, walking in the long river of time, constantly going upstream.
2015, 2014, 2013...... December 25, 2009!
Finally, he came to the point in time when the feeling was most intense.
The "woo" space seemed to have been punctured into a big hole in an instant, and the turbulence of time and space formed a turbulent whirlpool, but it was quickly annihilated in the long river of time.
With a slight step on the soles of the "bang" youth's feet, he fell directly from the stratosphere, and the thin clouds in the sky quickly formed a circular cloud under the huge energy hedge.
Under the clouds, thousands of lights are dotted with sparks, like stars in the sky, shining brightly.
The young man's vast sea-like spiritual power turned into a ripple, swept within a radius of a hundred miles, and soon found his target.
"Found it" The young man's expression showed a hint of happiness, and his feet slammed, and the whole person dissipated into the air.
"Bang!" The moment the young man reappeared, a huge shock wave exploded all the glass products within a radius of 100 zhang.
Thousands of students were awakened from their sleep and fled the dormitory screaming, thinking there had been a big explosion.
"Have you escaped?" the young man once again sensed the area where his target was, and found that he had disappeared without a trace.
The sense of whim had subsided, and the young man frowned as he looked at the young students who were getting more and more right on the playground.
After Fang Cheng chose to leave Manchester City and return to Yuchuan, the strong sense of crisis gradually faded. He was a little afraid, because there was always a feeling in his heart that he would be caught if he was half a step slower.
Embarrassed and restless, like a lost dog.
The feeling of humiliation kept swirling in his chest, round and round, like a shameful brand, deeply engraved in his heart.
"That's right, it's him here" Chen Yanqing also breathed a sigh of relief, at that moment just now, he didn't dare to raise his head at all, lurking in the depths of Fang Cheng's sea of consciousness like a turtle with a shrunken head.
"Who's coming?"
"Emperor Chen Qing" Chen Yanqing's eyes suddenly became sharp and sharp.
"Who is he?" Fang Cheng had never heard of this name at all, and no one in reality would take such a name that sounded pretentious.
"Sect Master of the Divine Elephant Sect, a real swordsman" Chen Yanqing is a little nostalgic for the era when thousands of heroes rose together and thousands of heroes competed.
"You look like you're afraid of him" Fang Cheng came back to his senses at this time, the reason why he was afraid was nothing more than the emotional impact that Chen Yanqing brought him.
"If it was before, I would have beaten him by six points" Chen Yanqing was still a little unconvinced.
It's just that now, his strength is not one in ten, and Emperor Chen Qing can kill him casually, so he didn't choose to sit still.
"First it was Frisha, and now there is another Emperor Chen Qing" Fang Cheng found that the situation was getting more and more complicated, and the ghost knew what fierce people would emerge in the future, so he would call the door without saying a word.
Chen Yanqing is a disaster star, whoever gets involved is unlucky.
"It's better to drive the wolf and gobble it up...... It's a pity that Flixa is too useless, and it is estimated that he can't stop his sword," Chen Yanqing's phantom touched his nose helplessly.
Fang Cheng couldn't help but look at his helpless expression with a little smile, it was the first time that Chen Yanqing could rack his brains to deal with it.
"You and I work together, he may not be able to find us," Fang Cheng opened his mouth to comfort.
His whims, combined with his ability to travel through space, put him in an invincible position.
Emperor Chen Qingdi is such a big Buddha, presumably he will not use any indiscriminate means to force him to appear.
The gentleman is frank, and Emperor Chen Qing is such a handsome gentleman.
When I returned to Manchester City, it was already the early hours of the next morning.
Chen Yanqing did not sense the existence of Emperor Chen Qing within a hundred miles, and he also had a sense of crisis brought about by a whim.
It seems that the crisis brought by Emperor Chen Qing has been temporarily lifted.
"When will it be a day of hiding and hiding like this?" Fang Cheng was a little unhappy, he was used to looking down on all living beings, but now he had become a lost dog, and his mood naturally had a gap.
"It's only a hundred or two hundred years, Emperor Chen Qingdi is not very patient with mundane things, he only likes swordsmanship, and he is a martial idiot. Chen Yanqing once crossed paths with him, so he still knows a lot about Emperor Chen Qingdi's character.
As the saying goes, character determines fate, so Emperor Chen Qing was able to stand out among hundreds of millions of sentient beings, from a horseman who raised horses, to the sect master of the Divine Elephant Sect, covering the first generation, and crowning the eight directions.
"One or two hundred years ......" Fang Cheng looked at him a little speechlessly.
"Who knows, I hung him up and beat him more than once, and he didn't stop the door to challenge me...... Well, he's got a bit of a problem with his brain. Chen Yanqing was also helpless.
The forced ones that were pretended to be in the past have now become the world's newspapers.
He has the mind to tolerate others, and Emperor Chen Qing will not necessarily let him go.
After all, there are differences between people.
"You didn't do anything excessive to him back then," Fang Cheng suddenly remembered something.
"Hmm, is it okay to hang on the mountain gate?" Chen Yanqing remembered that many years ago, when Emperor Chen Qing first came to challenge him, he only used three swords to cut off the Qingfeng in Emperor Chen Qing's hand, and then hung it on the mountain gate for five days and five nights before letting the people let him go down the mountain.
I thought that Emperor Chen Qing, as a generation of handsome heroes, would inevitably be annoyed and angry, and avoided him for hundreds of miles from now on.
What I didn't expect was that Emperor Chen Qing didn't have the slightest shame at all, and entered the mountain gate again twenty years later.
This time, Chen Yanqing cut off the Qingfeng in his hand after twenty moves, and hung it on the mountain gate for the second time, making the world laugh.
In this way, just 100 years have passed in a flash.
When Emperor Chen Qing hit the mountain gate for the last time, Chen Yanqing competed with him for more than a thousand swords, and when he finally stopped, he wrote the word "Qingdi" on Qingfeng in his hand, praising his immortal sword technique for being supernatural and dominating the universe.