Emperor Tianhong was in a state of confusion. Although everything in his eyes did not change with the passage of a hundred years, he felt great malice.
He could not imagine his situation after he failed to become a disciple and returned to the Taoist court. Not to mention the Taoist court, when he came to the Qiankun Sect, how many disciples of the Qiankun Sect were watching him.
The more he thought about it, the more he became more and more angry he felt.
Even he couldn't tell who this anger was born to.
Hate the Sword Lord of Fudao?
But there is no reason to share his love with him.
If you really want to blame him, it is because he lacks talent.
Fudao Sword Master can adopt Tianhao, and Tianhao was the number one genius in the world before him.
Tianhao disappeared before he was born, so some people have always believed that he is not the strongest genius since ancient times, because he has not defeated Tianhao.
After the disaster of the innate human race, everyone in the world knew that Tianhao was the disciple of Fudao Sword Master, which also made Tianhao more legendary.
When Tianhao disappeared, people liked to use him to suppress the geniuses of the world.
In fact, when Tianhao was alive, he also experienced the same doubts as Emperor Hong today.
But no matter what, for Emperor Tianhong, he was indeed not the most genius in ancient and modern times.
Emperor Tianhong kept thinking about it, even if reason told him that a hundred years was nothing, he still couldn't help thinking.
Kneeling in front of the river and looking at the reflected self on the river, Emperor Tianhong suddenly felt that he was very fragile and was indeed not worthy of the title of the world's number one genius.
Just then.
He saw a figure walking deep in the woods opposite him, and when he saw the other person's face clearly, he looked confused.
It's not sky blue, nor sky white.
He has never seen this woman.
The visitor is just peace of mind.
The peaceful makeup in a green dress is beautiful, with cold eyebrows and eyes, like a fairy living in seclusion in the mountains and forests. Her whole body exudes an uncontaminated temperament, which makes Emperor Tianhong's eyes change.
Seeing Emperor Tianhong with peace of mind, her eyes were still cold. She walked to the river and stopped. Her eyes fell on Emperor Tianhong without any turbulence.
"I heard that you are the number one genius of the Taoist court and the strongest talent today. You and I are both wonderful magical spirits. Why not have a chance to have a chance to compete?"
Anxin asked, his tone of no rejection.
Emperor Tianhong frowned and asked, "Dao you dare to ask if you are a disciple of Wushi?"
Anxin replied: "I am considered the great disciple of Wuzhong. If you defeat me, you will be qualified to enter Wuzhong."
As soon as this statement came out, Emperor Tianhong's eyes burst out with fierce light.
After kneeling for a hundred years, he was already restless and now he was in peace of mind. For him, it was something he could not find.
He wants the sword master to see his talents!
Emperor Tianhong stood up, and the soil and grass fell down his legs. His aura suddenly changed, and the strong wind whistled, causing the surrounding trees to shake violently.
"Where to discuss?"
Emperor Tianhong asked, his eyes were full of aura and his long hair danced like flames.
An Xin's eyes flashed with purple light, and she replied in a indifferent tone: "No, it's here and it will end soon."
Emperor Tianhong felt humiliation, his robe began to incite, and a terrible aura emerged from his body.
at the same time.
In an inn by Qiankun Sect, Gu An was drinking with his friends and drinking. They suddenly felt a terrible momentum coming from afar.
The wine friend named Qiu Zhuo was surprised and asked, "Is anyone causing trouble in the church?"
Although the Qiankun Sect is far inferior to the Taoist dynasty, in the eyes of the lower-level disciples, the Qiankun Sect is an authentic sect in the world and a dominant area. Whoever dares to make trouble in the Qiankun Sect is completely seeking death.
Gu An smiled and said, "Since we are in the church, why should we worry? Let's continue drinking and talk about Yilang's affairs."
Yi Lang, the descendant of the leader Yi Qingshan, although his talent is not outstanding in the Yi family, he is free and unruly and can always do something that makes people talk about.
Qiu Zhuo felt that Gu An's words were reasonable, so he continued to tell Yi Lang's love and romance.
The terrifying aura appeared suddenly and disappeared quickly.
The whole process took less than ten breaths, and the disciples from various cities of Qiankun Sect talked a lot.
In the woods.
Emperor Tianhong half knelt in front of the river. One of his hands supported his knees and the other hand drooped naturally. He looked up with difficulty and saw that his face was covered with cold sweat and bloodshot in his eyes.
Anxin stood across the river, ten feet away from her, and her purple pupils gradually converged in a strange color.
Compared to Emperor Tianhong's face with fear, his calm expression was still indifferent.
"How is that possible... what kind of magical power was that just now?" Emperor Tianhong asked gritted his teeth. He could not accept his miserable defeat, and he was still at the same realm.
Anxin said, "This is the supernatural power my master taught me, and you don't have to be sad. Although you and I are in the same realm, when I reach this realm, you are not born yet, and your talent is still higher than mine, but I want to worship you
It’s not that simple.”
After saying that, she stepped forward and came to Emperor Tianhong, passed by him, and walked towards the Qiankun Sect.
Emperor Tianhong lowered his head and gritted his teeth and asked, "Did the Sword Lord ask you to come?"
"He doesn't have this leisure, but I feel that your heart of Tao is shaking. It's only a hundred years, you can't hold on. It's disappointing for the people in the temple who look forward to you, but there's no problem with retreating. There are many people in this world.
The road does not necessarily mean to worship the beginningless."
Anxin did not stop, and his figure gradually drifted away.
After hearing this, Emperor Tianhong's pupils dilated and a look of shame appeared in his heart.
yes.
This is only a hundred years.
For immortals, what is a hundred years worth?
Emperor Tianhong recalled the previous battle scene in his mind, and his eyes became hot.
The disciples of Wushi are so powerful that they can prove Wushi’s background!
Even if it is a thousand years or ten thousand years, he must worship the beginningless world!
Emperor Tianhong raised his back and knelt again. This time, he swept away his previous impetuousness and his eyes returned to his first determination.
The breeze blew through him, blew up the hair of his ears, and in the sound of the wind, he seemed to hear the Fudao Sword Lord calling him.
The word "disciple" is called.
Emperor Tianhong's mouth raised, because of the strength of Anxin, he was even more impressed by the beginning.
Year by year, it passes quickly.
The ten thousand years passed again, but the woods where Emperor Tianhong was located remained unchanged, as if they were isolated from the world and were not affected by the rules of heaven and earth.
Emperor Tianhong's clothes did not change at all, but his hair became longer and his beard was on the ground. He closed his eyes and exuded a mysterious aura.
On the branches not far away, Gu An and Anxin stood side by side, observing Emperor Tianhong.
Anxin asked, "Master, if you really don't want to accept him, why don't I drive him away?"
Emperor Tianhong knelt for thousands of years, and she was not the only one who moved her. Other disciples in the Taoist temple also knew this person's determination and were moved by it.
Chapter completed!