Chapter Twenty-Three: Shot
"Little one, did you give up so soon?" Suddenly, an old and familiar voice appeared in Phantom's mind.
The sudden voice also made Huantian slightly stunned, and a strange look appeared in his originally desperate eyes, "Who are you?"
"You will know who I am in the future. ”
This voice didn't seem to attract the attention of others, the man in black grabbed Phantom Heaven and Xuanyuan Yuhuang out of thin air, his face was extremely relaxed, "It's so easy to catch the son of the emperor, Qin Wufu That guy is still talking so much, it's just funny." ”
"Alright, let's go back. Fengchen opened his slightly closed eyes, said casually, and wanted to leave, but at this moment, an incomparably powerful spiritual power fluctuation suddenly appeared in this area, feeling this incomparably powerful aura, and the faces of many battle-level powerhouses in the air were serious, you know, what can make so many battle-level powerhouses feel pressure, that can only be done by Yingjie-level powerhouses and above.
"Your Excellency, the Canglan Empire is doing business here, and I hope to save the face of the Canglan Empire, leave by yourself, and don't cause unnecessary trouble. Fengchen looked around with his eyes and spoke.
"Is it necessary to kill them all like this?" a voice came out of nowhere.
"This son is a felony wanted by the Empire, and we are also acting on orders, and we hope that Your Excellency will respect yourself and not destroy your future. Fengchen looked around with his eyes and said cautiously.
"Hmph, if you do too much injustice, you will kill yourself. ”
Hearing this, Fengchen's eyes were cold, the spiritual power fluctuations around him rose rapidly, and a black staff appeared in his hand, as for the others, seeing Fengchen like this, he did not slack off in the slightest, and all kinds of instrument spirits also appeared in their hands, and a big battle was inevitable.
"Hmph. Snorted coldly, a figure wearing a black cloak and unable to distinguish gender appeared in the eyes of many battle-level powerhouses, seeing this person, Fengchen's face changed, with his battle-level eighth-order cultivation, he actually couldn't see this person's cultivation at all, just in an instant, Fengchen's face became ugly, according to the cultivation suppression, this person is at least seven orders higher than him, that is to say, this person is at least a sixth-order cultivation of the Yingjie level.
Cultivation is suppression, a rule that all adventurers in this continent know, when two adventurers cultivate to a seventh-order difference, the attack defense power possessed by adventurers with low cultivation, and even the spiritual power will drop significantly, so in public, all strong people with high cultivation are not allowed to make a move on adventurers who are lower than their own seventh-order, otherwise they will become a laughing stock for everyone, of course, there is no absolute, in a war between countries, this rule becomes dispensable.
"How can Your Excellency say that he is also a heroic-level powerhouse, will he destroy his future for such an irrelevant person?" Fengchen looked at the mysterious powerhouse in front of him with a cautious face, and there seemed to be a hint of negotiation in his tone.
"Don't be so aggressive, you know what I'm doing. ”
"Hands-on. Hearing this, Fengchen shouted at the many battle-level powerhouses around him, and the staff in his hand shone brightly.
"Hmph. Under the cloak, with a cold snort, a pair of wrinkled hands shook at will at the wind and dust in front of him, seemingly simple attacks, but in the eyes of wind and dust and many strong people, it was not like that, and one after another powerful attacks also flew towards the mysterious strong man with the sound of breaking the wind.
"Bang. In the blink of an eye, two storms formed by spiritual power collided together, but it was only an instant, Fengchen and the people behind him suddenly spat blood, and their bodies flew upside down, and the mysterious cloak adventurer didn't seem to be affected in any way, and grabbed it casually, and brought Phantom Sky and Xuanyuan Yuhuang to his side.
"Your Excellency, are you sure you want to meddle in the affairs of the Canglan Empire? With your heroic-level strength, if you hand over the empire's rebellion to us, you will be treated as a guest of honor if you go to the empire, otherwise even if you are a heroic-level powerhouse, you will be hunted down endlessly, and the gains outweigh the losses. Fengchen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said very carefully.
"Heroic level?!" the mysterious adventurer muttered, he didn't care about the heroic level, if Fengchen's gang knew that they were martial arts level powerhouses, they didn't know what they would think, and they would dare to say this, you know, on this continent, martial arts level powerhouses are the pinnacle of existence, even the three major empires combined do not have a few martial arts level powerhouses, and no martial arts level powerhouse would be bored enough to hunt down another unknown martial arts level powerhouse.
"Go back and tell your Imperial Majesty that if the Canglan Empire continues like this, it is estimated that it will disappear on the Arad continent. After speaking, the figure of the mysterious cloak powerhouse flashed, and then disappeared in the eyes of Fengchen and the others.
Looking at the mysterious strong man who disappeared, Feng Chen's heart was anxious, a mouthful of blood spit out again, and his face was also full of horror, he said so, the mysterious strong man still insisted on taking away the son of rebellion, it seems that this person has an extraordinary background.
"My lord, what should I do. A seriously injured battle-level powerhouse looked at Fengchen and asked.
"What else can I do, go back, tell Your Majesty the truth. Fengchen said angrily, and left this place of right and wrong with a depressed face.
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On a boulder in a dense forest, the mysterious cloak powerhouse placed the two Phantom Heavens on the ground, and placed their hands on top of their heads, and an unusually gentle spiritual power continued to pour into the bodies of the two, helping them repair the wounds in their bodies.
"Almost. The mysterious cloak powerhouse felt the injuries of the next two and withdrew his hands, casually put the cloak covering his face aside, looked at Phantom Sky, and muttered: "Little guy, I hope you can grow up healthily in the Yuntian Empire this time." ”
Under the cloak, an old man's face appeared in the air, if Phantom Tian was still awake, he would definitely be able to know this person, wasn't this person the old man who gave him the spiritual skill of refining his body? To be precise, the Supreme Elder of the Priesthood Family.
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In the glorious palace, a young-looking figure listened to the narration of Fengchen and the others, and a violent voice also floated in the palace: "Who is the one who spoiled my big thing, all the hero-level powerhouses are dispatched, be sure to find this person, remember to capture him alive, I want to make him worse than dead." ”