"Ahhh~"

Tang Xuanming yawned heavily, feeling bored with this kind of unskilled fight.

But a group of ronins and Emperor Toei couldn't take their eyes off it.

Shocked by the powerful and unparalleled defense of the gods, and lamented by the ferocity and brutality of the fire qilin.

"I didn't make a move, it was really right, there was no god who stole the golden bell jar from the Shaolin Temple in the Central Plains, and after cultivating the undefeated golden body, his strength was really greatly improved, and it was no longer as simple as before. ”

Emperor Toei carefully pondered the godless moves, and looked at the young man who was dozing off at the top of the attic, and his pupils couldn't help but shrink.

"Being able to tame the fire qilin, such a strong man is really terrifying, and the most terrifying thing is his age......"

Emperor Dongying felt his aging body, and then looked at Tang Xuanming's vigorous and energetic young body, and jealousy was involuntarily born.

He was already in the waning mountains, and the young man in front of him was like the sun that had just risen, with infinite possibilities.

"How strong is his strength, is it the Fire Qilin that the elders in the sect tamed for him, or is it relying on himself?"

Emperor Toei couldn't help but look at the young man lying in the attic like a lazy cat, the young man's body was slender, his limbs were not too thick, and the proportions were right.

He looked like a rich kid who had never practiced, and there were no strong muscles and thick calluses on his exposed arms, and such a teenager didn't look like a person who practiced martial arts all year round.

Even if the martial arts cultivation has reached an extremely advanced level, and all the calluses on the body can disappear, the traces of martial arts practice cannot be washed away.

For example, even if he has reached the point of returning to the basics, the strong muscles in his hands cannot be concealed.

But he didn't see any traces of martial arts training from the young man's body.

"I'm back, Erha, it's too grinding, ah......"

Tang Xuanming let out a long yawn, and the person was still lying there, but he didn't know when there was an extra sword in his hand.

Qilin, who was originally entangled with Absolute Spirit, left, and Absolute Divine turned his head to look in Tang Xuanming's direction, and laughed wildly: "What about the Central Plains? The Central Plains Martial Arts is just a group of arrogant martial arts people blowing out, it is not worth mentioning at all, I Dongying is the real country of the rising sun, and I should enjoy the glory of the response." ”

"Everything you have comes from us, and now it's time for me to take it back!"

"Come on, come down and fight with me, I will let you know what is called the immortal golden body, the group of old stubborn people in the Central Plains will only limit your development, and everything will be carried forward in the hands of us." ”

He was by no means complacent, and even now he had not suffered the slightest injury.

The golden bell jar originating from the Shaolin Temple was cultivated to the peak by him, and unless his internal qi was drained, there was no way to defeat him.

Emperor Dongying in the distance looked at the crazy godlessness, and slowly shook his head, and when he looked at Tang Xuanming, his gaze really became solemn.

The young man who was lying lazily in the attic slowly stood up, and there was an extra wooden sword in his hand.

The distance between Absolute God and him was more than ten zhang, but the strength reached the level of them, and his eyes were extremely sharp, and he clearly saw the wooden sword in Tang Xuanming's hand.

His eyes widened, and he looked at Tang Xuanming with an incredible gaze, and then he held his waist and laughed, laughing until he couldn't straighten his waist.

"Are you crazy?(ಡωಡ)hiahiahia, you want to fight me with a wooden sword, the profits of the top divine soldiers in the Central Plains may not be able to break through my defenses, you rely on a wooden sword......"

There was a wild smile on his face, but there was a hint of scruple in the depths of his eyes.

No matter how wild he laughed, his gaze did not leave Tang Xuanming's right hand holding the sword.

Under the spiritual condensation, he could see more and more clearly, and he could even see the texture on Tang Xuanming's wooden sword, the burrs that had not been completely removed from it, and the sword body that was cut by hand and looked a little uneven.

It was not just a wooden sword, but also a shoddy wooden sword, I don't know which young man admired the legend of the knights of the rivers and lakes, and cut it by hand.

The sword is made of the most common birch, a wood that is often found everywhere and is used as firewood.

"You're going to use this little kid's toy against me?"

This time, the absolute god really laughed unabashedly, and the Emperor Dongying, who had been paying attention to this place, was also puzzled.

"Being able to subdue the Fire Qilin, whether it is relying on the sect or his own strength, proves that this young man's strength will not be low, how could he do such a stupid thing?"

Tang Xuanming faced the absolute godlessness of laughter, his face was flat and calm, and he said slowly: "My room is called the first in the world, you can see it!"

Tang Xuanming put the sword on his chest, as if he saw a young man who had just entered the rivers and lakes, and the ignorant young man didn't understand anything, only a righteous anger.

He was not dyed with other colors by the big dye vat of the rivers and lakes like the previous heroes of the rivers and lakes, and he still maintained his pure heart until he died.

Staring at the wooden sword in front of him, Tang Xuanming seemed to see the young man's smiling face.

"This sword is for you. ”

Tang Xuanming's eyes lowered, and then he drew his sword in an instant.

No one saw how this sword was used, and when everyone saw Tang Xuanming again, he sat lazily on the attic again.

I didn't know where I got a piece of white silk and slowly wiped the blood-stained wooden sword...... Bloodstained!

Emperor Dongying's pupils contracted, and with his strength, he only saw an afterimage, and he didn't even completely capture Tang Xuanming's movements, thinking of that unpredictable sword, his cold sweat burst out.

And the rampant absolute godlessness was stunned in place, staring at the wooden sword in Tang Xuanming's hand, looking at the blood on the wooden sword, and then looking down at his chest, there was a bright red there, and it was constantly expanding.

He couldn't help but recall Tang Xuanming's action of taking out the sword just now, that sword was neither costly nor gorgeous, and it was very different from the sword of the Central Plains Martial Arts Swordsman.

The only thing that stands out is fast, unbeatably fast.

It was so fast that he couldn't react, and he saw the young man point a sword at his chest like a dragonfly.

Originally, even the most top-notch divine blades could not necessarily pierce the body, but when it encountered the wooden sword over there, it seemed that it had encountered a natural enemy.

After the golden bell jar was changed by him into an undefeated golden body, the cover door was not fixed at all, and it was swimming in the body at any time.

With the flow of his mind, even if there is a divine blade, there is no way to pierce it.

But when the boy handed over the sword, he happened to run into his cover door.

The layers of Gang Qi were cut as if they had been cut into tofu, and all the solid places were bypassed.

The wooden sword, which could easily be broken by a child, broke through all his obstacles, and struck him in the heart.

"Good sword!"