Chapter 1753 The emperor is not in a hurry, the eunuch is in a hurry(1/2)
As time goes by, more and more experts gather in West Lake.
Everything that should be come and what should not be come has come.
Even the people from Shushan appeared, led by the young master of Shushan, two criminal law elders Xing Shan, were in charge, and there were also young masters from Shushan such as Aizen to accompany him.
Whether it is the martial god Wu Qianjue or the white-haired master Lan Feng, the methods they have are rare, and they are also one of the few masters in martial arts.
The decisive battle between the two of them is worth learning and looking forward to for many people.
Perhaps, watching the duel between the two of them will give them some insights, so there are many people coming.
Time passed by little by little, and it was already noon, but the two main masters, Lan Feng and Wu Qianjue, had not arrived yet, which made many of the people present extremely confused and anxious.
"What are you doing? Why haven't you come yet?"
"What about the final battle today?"
"Isn't it fake news?"
"Are we all fooled?"
"Are you coming? Are you going to fight?"
"Damn, what the hell?"
Lan Feng and Wu Qianjue have not arrived yet, which has made many people unable to help but discuss.
"Here you come!"
Just when people were impatient, someone shouted excitedly, and immediately attracted everyone's attention, making them look at the sound's fists.
Under their eyes, a majestic and fierce figure slowly emerged on the horizon in the distance.
His face was majestic and cold, with a broken hair, his strong body was wrapped in a black coat, fucked in one hand in his pocket and a cigar in the other hand, and he almost floated in the air, making him look unhurried and arrogant, with only one majesty that makes people dare not approach, so he can only look up high...
He is a world-famous big shot. He founded the Hongmen and was known as the God of Martial Arts.
This time, he came alone and did not bring anyone with him.
“Swishy…”
With the arrival of the God of Martial Arts, everyone looked at him, and people were full of curiosity and shock towards this legendary boss.
"Bang bang bang..."
However, the next moment, their pupils shrank suddenly, and their bodies trembled even more. They felt that Wu Qianjue's every step of the fall seemed to step on their hearts, making their heartbeat synchronized with his pace, making them lose their mind for a moment...
It was not until they took their eyes back that they felt better, and their hearts were filled with unprecedented shock and horror, and a horror sound came from their mouths.
"Hiss...so terrifying!"
"I am worthy of being the God of Martial Arts. Just one look, I felt my heart jumping out..."
"That pressure is so terrible..."
"I am worthy of being the lord of the Hong Sect, and I am worthy of being the God of Martial Arts... This strength is really terrifying!"
"It's unfathomable, it's unfathomable!"
"Did he have reached that level?"
Everyone was shocked by the strange scene just now.
"The Hongmen Martial God is indeed well-known!"
Ye Tiannan, the head of the Ye family, looked at Wu Qianjue who was slowly walking towards him, took a deep breath, and a marvelous voice came from his mouth.
Wu Qianjue's simple move just now made him realize that that guy's strength is terrible.
Even if Ye Tiannan ranks eighth on the list of Grandmasters in China, it is difficult to compete with him.
If Wu Qianjue returns to the Wu family, then his Ye family will also have to give in to him.
"Honor, even you are not his opponent?"
Hearing Ye Tiannan's sigh, the master of the Ye family standing beside him couldn't help but speak in confusion.
"You can fight in one battle, but within a hundred moves... you will lose!"
Upon hearing this, Ye Tiannan hesitated for a moment, then spoke in a deep voice.
All the Ye family members trembled, and their eyes were filled with shock and horror when they looked at Wu Qianjue.
Will you lose within a hundred moves?
They know very well what this concept is, and it is not at the same level of strength!
"Martial God!"
In the distance, Guizong, the former swordsman of the Japanese Kingdom, looked at Wu Qianjue who was walking towards him, and his fists were clattering, and a strong murderous intent sounded from his mouth. The terrifying aura also spread out from his body.
"No!"
The sword saint Guizong was about to lift his sword, but was stopped by the Dark Emperor Schwark. A calm voice came from his mouth: "Let him fight Lan Feng first and then talk to the death."
After hearing the words of the Dark Emperor, the Sword Saint Guizong took a deep breath and suppressed the murderous intent in his heart.
However, Deadpool, who was standing beside him, looked at Wu Qianjue with a hint of curiosity.
He was severely damaged by the card prince Ou Yueyun and others and suffered huge damage. He then implanted genes again for transformation. Many things have not been absorbed and digested, their energy has not been fully regained, and their thinking has not yet returned...
But... this did not stop him from curiosity about Wu Qianjue.
In Wu Qianjue, he felt danger.
"Martial God!"
Wu Qianjue's pace was not fast, but every step he fell seemed to step on a space node, leaving him with a series of shadows in the air, flashing ahead, and appeared on West Lake in just a few breaths.
Looking at Wu Qianjue who appeared on the West Lake, except for other powerful men from the United States, Japan and South Korea, everyone stood up at the same time, clasped their fists and bowed to Wu Qianjue, and a respectful voice came from their mouths.
Whether it is Wu Qianjue's strength, his status in Chinese martial arts, or his deeds are worthy of respect.
"Lao Wu! You guy has been back for so long and haven't come to me to discuss fishing?"
The fishing old man seemed to have a good personal relationship with Wu Qianjue, and greeted Wu Qianjue with a smile.
"When something like that happened, how could I have those thoughts?"
Hearing the words of the old man fishing, a bitter smile appeared on Wu Qianjue's face and he couldn't help but shake his head gently.
Turning his head, he looked at the Dark Emperor Schwark standing on the lakeshore in the distance, the sword saint Guizong, Han Tiandao and his group, the Martial God's eyes sternly, a sneer appeared on his face, he took a leisurely sip of a cigar, slowly spitting out the rich smoke from his mouth, and a calm and majestic voice came from his mouth: "Dark Emperor, the previous sword saint... This is China, how dare you come and join in the fun openly? Are you not afraid of coming and going?"
"Haha...I want to see who is so capable that we can never return?"
Upon hearing this, the sword saint Guizong, the Dark Emperor Schwark and his group couldn't help but sneer, and the sword saint Guizong also spoke coldly at this moment.
"Sword Saint? It's fine if you saved your life last time. This time you dare to jump out and think that you are really a dying Xiaoqiang?"
Wu Qianjue couldn't help but tease and speak.
The God of Martial Arts is indeed awesome if he dares to talk to these world-class top experts.
"Just you?"
The sword saint Guizong looked ugly, and he held the long sword in his hand tightly, looked at Wu Qianjue, and a cold and stern voice came from his mouth.
"Yes, just rely on me! Why don't we try it, how about giving you one hand?"
Wu Qianjue took a leisurely sip of the cigarette, and a relaxed and casual sound came from his mouth.
He is probably the only one who dares to speak like this to the previous generation of Japanese sword saints.
The sword saint Guizong looked ugly, and he suppressed the murderous intent in his heart, and a strong anger surged in his heart. He knew that the God of Martial Arts was deliberately provoking him, so he clenched his fists and forced himself to calm down!
His eyes were staring at Wu Qianjue, and a cold voice came from his mouth: "This time, we are just here to watch the battle! But don't worry, I will definitely find an opportunity to challenge you and avenge you a shame!"
"I'll wait!"
Wu Qianjue smiled indifferently and spoke slowly.
As Wu Qianjue's words fell, he stepped out, leaving behind a series of afterimages that appeared in the center of West Lake.
When he looked around, all the people who were watching the game were watching were in their eyes, but they did not find Lan Feng's figure, which made Wu Qianjue's brow frown without a trace, and a powerful voice came from his mouth: "Have that guy not come yet?"
Hearing this, no one answered, but everyone couldn't help but nodded.
Until now, Lan Feng has not come yet.
Seeing this, Wu Qianjue didn't say anything more, but sat cross-legged in the middle of the lake. With a thought, his body was filled with energy, and it formed a crystal clear fishing rod in his hand.
Then, the guy sat in the center of the lake with a fishing rod, as if nothing else had to do with him.
"this……"
"Is this a gathering of energy to form a stimulus?"
"Damn, the fishing rod was actually condensed with the qi, and he did it casually?"
"Damn, how much has this martial god mastered the Gangqi? He casually condensed the Gangqi into a fishing rod?"
"The name of the God of Martial Arts is indeed well-deserved!"
All of us are knowledgeable and gaze-like people, who deeply know how complicated Wu Qianjue's simple skill is for them, which makes them amazed.
To be continued...