. Many masters watched coldly, and no one came forward to say anything, and no one wanted to get involved. Those who had extremely strong strength and the dignity of powerful masters would naturally not be afraid of the Northern Emperor Sect, otherwise they would not be angry when Lengya was hit by the Great Elder just now. However, the stiffness of Xie Gongluo and the Northern Emperor Sect was caused by Xie Gongluo. At the beginning of this Tianchen Magic Martial Arts Conference, several young people appeared that made them unable to move. Now, even the atmosphere began to become weird.

"Sanwa, come back." A middle-aged man's voice came. The calm voice was a bit deeper and a few disappointments that people could not understand.

Yan Gongluo nodded, no longer looked at Yan Ximing and the three precept elders, and walked back to Yan Duancang who called him. Yan Duancang sighed and said slowly: "Maybe my expectations are too high, so I am so disappointed. Northern Emperor Sect... How could the real Northern Emperor Sect endure such contempt? Who wants to provoke? Even if he loses his life, he will make the other party pay the heaviest price... But you are tolerant and retreat... relying on the forces behind you to speak harsh words, and are preparing to retaliate with the entire Northern Emperor Sect afterwards. What's even more sad is that for the sake of a mere secular face, you actually watched your partners be buried in the hands of an outsider."

As he spoke, he slowly walked forward and walked towards the three precept elders of the Northern Emperor Sect with a stiff expression. Although they betrayed the reasons and mission of the Northern Emperor Sect's existence and should have been his enemies, they were not the ones who forced his predecessors to the Broken Soul Abyss back then, let alone some Northern Emperor blood flowing in their bloodlines, and he could not produce real hatred. However, the performance of these people in the Northern Emperor Sect really disappointed him to the extreme.

The most noble bloodline and the most unbreakable dignity. The only thing that can make them look down on in the world is the Holy Lord. He never knows what retreat or forbearance is to others. He never knows what kind of kindness, hesitation, or concern to the enemy. Whoever dares to violate it will immediately make them pay the most miserable price and give them several times the trampling. This is the blood of the Northern Emperor and the pride of the Northern Emperor Sect.

However, the "Northern Emperor Sect" in front of him disappointed him. I don't know if it was because of the comfort and contempt that they had been too long, or the expansion of the world, that they became arrogant and timid, without the bloodiness they should have, pride and unabandoned persistence, and even could endure to sit still and watch their partners die in the hands of others. The Holy Lord was right, they did not have the need to exist. To destroy their ambitions and make the world stable is only one of them. What is more important to him is to not let the blood of the Northern Emperor be shamed.

Not only Yan Duancang, Yan Tianwei and Yan Qinghong also shook their heads secretly and sighed. Although these were just a few elders of the precepts, they were enough to represent something. From Yan Gongluo's temptation, it can be clearly seen that the bloodiness they should have buried deep in their blood vessels has been slowly eroded by An Yi and **. The Northern Emperor Sect should not be like this.

In front of relatives and friends, Yan Duancang has always been a simple and honest middle-aged uncle who looks a little stupid, and he smiles at everyone. But at this time, facing someone who is not a relative or friend, he has completely changed his body, his face is as cold as a rock, his eyes are plain, and his steps are steady and soothing. Facing the three three precept elders who are more than him in the Northern Emperor Sect than him, he is like an elder who is teaching his younger generation a lesson, and his voice is like iron.

The scene suddenly became silent, and all eyes were suddenly focused on this middle-aged man who was not astonishing as he was dressed simply, so he was too lazy to look at him again. The surprise and shock in his eyes were many times stronger than when he was facing Chu Jingtian, Leng Ya, and Yan Gong Luo just now.

The three precept elders who were preached by him all widened their eyes, as if they were looking at him in a daze, but they couldn't even say a word.

The wind that was originally blowing constantly, with wet and cold water vapor suddenly became violent, like a drizzle that turned into a raging rainstorm in an instant. The wind sometimes went east, sometimes west, and sometimes south... It was swaying, and the clouds in the sky were dispersed in the chaotic wind. The wind blew the corners of the clothes of the powerful and also blew their trembling hearts.

The wind from all directions turned violent and chaotic with Yan Duancang's body as the center.

Before his body moved, the aura alone interfered with the surrounding environment, and the aura alone made these strong men feel subtle and humble... When Yan Duancang stood quietly in the center, a mountain seemed to appear in the eyes of the strong men - it was too high to see the top. Even looking up, they could not see the peak that had reached the sky. Above the sky was the height that they could not touch or reach, and could only worship.

This is the breath of God!

Quiet, absolutely quiet. Chu Jingtian was shocked, and even Leng Ya, who was rarely moved, was shocked. Except for the few people who were known to Yan Duancang's strength, everyone was shocked.

"Dare you ask... can you tell me the name?" The atmosphere of Luochenya was turbulent due to the appearance of a person. Finally, a voice sounded, stirring up the atmosphere at the scene. It was Wu Sansi, the haggard son of the Phantom God Wu. Faced with this person who released the breath of divineness, he subconsciously showed a humble attitude that had almost never appeared. He knew that everyone knew that another god-level powerhouse was coming, and another name was about to spread throughout everyone in the Tianchen Continent, and the name was as famous as the Sword God, the Dead God of War, the Snow Girl and the Phantom God.

"Evil Duancang." Yan Duancang said indifferently, his eyes still pricked at the three Northern Emperors' Precepts Elders with a look of surprise.

Evil is broken!?

Evil, evil again.

One by one, one by one, subconsciously moved to Yan Gongluo and the few people around him... The nine people in this group, three young men in the double decade: Chu Jingtian, Leng Ya, and Xie Gongluo, all shocked them, and there was also a young girl who was unknown to the depth. The other five, two middle-aged people, one for this person who claimed to be "Xie Duancang", the other was a middle-aged woman who was as unpretentious as him, an old man who was motionless like a rock, and two old men.

The three young men are all of them have a heaven-level strength, and each of them has a terrifying specialty, allowing them to stay away from their opponents of the same level - the blood-killing demon eyes opened by Leng Ya, Chu Jingtian's superb sword control, and Yan Gong Luo's a magical aura... After the three young people, a middle-aged man finally left among the group, and also pressed a mountain tightly on their hearts... It turned out to be a god-level!!

So, that young girl, that middle-aged woman, and the three calm old men... what kind of strength do they have?

They could not help but think in this direction. Being able to appear here already shows their extraordinaryness. When they came with three monsters and a person who released the aura of gods, who would still doubt their extraordinaryness. And more questions are: Where did these people come from? With such terrible strength, why did they have been unknown before? It seemed like... it emerged out of thin air.

"Xie Duancang... My father is right. Every Tianchen Magic Martial Arts Conference will surely give birth to a strange person. This trip is indeed true. Wu Mou recorded the name of the evil brother." Wu Sansi nodded and sighed endlessly in his heart. The person in front of him who was about the same age as him was a person who stepped on the divine level like his father, and a peak that every practitioner could reach.

"This... Uncle Lao Gen has actually entered the Shinto, the same Shinto as grandpa!" Chu Jingtian couldn't believe his feelings and murmured in surprise. As far as he knew, it was difficult to step on the Shinto, but once he saw through it, he could reach the sky in one step. From then on, he was looked up to by countless people and ran around the world, and no one could mess with it.

He never expected that this middle-aged uncle who made him feel very kind and enthusiastic actually released a breath of divineness.

Then the father of this middle-aged uncle, the gentle old man, as well as Grandpa Dao and Grandma Changhua, are they...

The three precept elders of the Northern Emperor Sect had dark and uncertain faces, and they remembered the name "Xie Duancang" tightly in their hearts. Even if they didn't remember it, the name would spread all over the world immediately. It would be extremely difficult for them to think about it. A god-level master appeared in front of them when they were unprepared. Moreover, not only did this person not show any concern for the Northern Emperor Sect, even if he was plain, but he, together with the Xie Gongluo just now, had an unpredictable and hostile intention towards them, and suppressed them tightly. In front of him, these three precept elders were not only shocked, but also felt extremely depressed and aggrieved by being looked down upon and despised.

The second elder's face had returned to normal, and he sneered: "It's not a single outsider's turn to teach him a lesson," said the Northern Emperor Sect.

Facing the god-level, he couldn't help but feel a natural fear, embarrassment, and could not get too entangled with him. He immediately said: "Today is the Tianchen Magic Martial Arts Conference, please don't forget what this place is. If you gather experts today, you can compete with others. Others will definitely settle after today."

After saying a few words of harshness and cowardice, he turned around to check Yan Ximing's injuries no longer. Although his back was facing Yan Duancang, his breath and eyes made his movements and expression obviously unnatural.

Yan Duancang looked around, and the people who were swept by his eyes felt a huge pressure suddenly pressing on his heart, holding his breath for a moment, and even more shocked. This is the strength of the god level... Although there is only one level difference between the god level and the heaven level, it is definitely the difference between the sky clouds and the earth mud. The distance between them is a huge gap. Throughout history, there are very few people who can cross this gap. A person with extremely high talent may cross the heaven level within thirty years, but may not be able to cross the heaven level to the god level within a hundred years, because, from the primary level to the heaven level, it is a transformation from man to man, and from heaven to god level is a transformation from man to god. And every person who crosses will be famous all over the world and the world will tremble for it.

"I, Xie Duancang, come to visit the heroes of the world." Yan Duancang shouted lightly, his voice shook all over the world.

The only answer to him was silence. Once the God of War died, the Sword God, the Phantom God, and the Snow Girl did not appear. Who else would be so stupid as to fight against the god-level masters? Even with the strength of the heaven-level high-level, in front of the god-level, he would be like a child who had just learned to walk. He was just looking for humiliation and abuse.

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