Chapter 40 The Lord’s apology

He is the venerable...

These four words hit everyone's hearts like a heavy hammer. The one who reacted the most was undoubtedly the Qilian two demons. Their eyes were originally full of confidence. Before they fought, the two of them had a strong aura, which was quite arrogant. Although they also showed a certain respect for the famous Jin battle in Dashen, they could fully feel their great confidence in winning this battle from their actions.

But after the first fight, He Yiming's flirting seal immediately stunned them.

Although this earth-based handprint knocked everyone unconscious, the two of them were undoubtedly the ones who were most affected. If they had not been protected by such a seamless treasure, they would have even died on the spot.

However, their hearts were as rocky as they were once again energetic to fight with the two of the Jin Battle. But at this moment, after seeing the extreme speed that only the Venerable could use after communicating with the power of heaven and earth, and He Yiming's more obvious drilling technique, a hint of despair really surged in their hearts.

What kind of opponents are they? Are these two guys still human?

The Five Elements Flower immediately turned around and enveloped the Qilian two demons. They were back to their backs, with deep bitterness in their eyes.

The figure suddenly flashed, and He Yiming had already appeared from under the ground, and his face was still a cold and sarcastic look. But at this time, everyone looked at him with a little deep fear. Some people even thought that when they first met him, they were still contemptuous, and they quickly lowered their heads and felt uneasy.

After seeing He Yiming, the faces of the Qilian two demons changed slightly. The great demon immediately bowed deeply and said, "Sir He, we have given up."

He Yiming was slightly stunned, and a hint of laughter and crying appeared in his heart.

Fan Shuo took a deep breath, his eyes gradually turned cold, and he said, "Brother Gao, Brother Du, you are too much this time."

After saying that, he took a step forward and suddenly an endless evil aura surged from his body.

When the old man first met, he gave a good impression, like a kind and kind gentleman. However, when he truly showed the momentum that scared everyone, everyone remembered that this old man was not an ordinary person, and he also had the powerful identity of a venerable.

"Brother He, I'll offend you. Mr. Fan apologizes to you. But Mr. Fan is a little itchy now. Why don't you and me discuss it?" Fan Shuo said calmly.

In an instant, the air in the valley seemed to solidify at this moment. This was not the imprisonment power of a powerful venerable, but the huge pressure in everyone's hearts.

No one would have thought that today would turn into a battle of the Venerable...

In the eyes of these people, there is also a strong sense of excitement. Being able to see the battle at the Venerable level is truly unique.

He Yiming looked at him in shock and shivered. He did not hesitate and had no room for negotiation and said firmly: "I refuse."

A strange thought flashed through his mind. Could this old man be crazy? As long as he is not an idiot, he will definitely not accept such a suggestion.

Fan Shuo laughed a few times and said, "Brother Gao, this is the venerable invited by your Lingxiao Palace. He will only bully the younger generation. If it is spread, wouldn't it make people laugh out loud?"

Although there was constant laughter in his mouth, there was no smile at all.

In an instant, most of the powerful people in the Lingxiao Palace had a hot face.

Even if they lost the battle or even died on the spot in the Battle of Jin, they would not feel so embarrassed.

The Qilian Twin Demons are not Venerables, but the Lingxiao Palace has sent a strange Venerable to compete with them. If this matter is really spread, then the Lingxiao Palace has accumulated step by step over the past thousands of years, and its huge reputation as it reaches the peak of Dashen will collapse overnight.

Gao Weiliang shook his head with a serious expression. Although he was suspicious in his heart, he scolded Zhang Zhongyi and Jin Zhanzhan for being a bloody spurt. But he understood that at this time, he could not have any hesitation.

He spoke slowly, and his clear voice spread from afar, making it clear to everyone: "Brother Fan, you are wrong."

"Where is my fault?" Fan Shuo said coldly.

Gao Weiliang's eyes were like lightning, and his voice was like a knife: "He Yiming is a powerful man from the Three Flower Realm on Tianchi in the northwest. He even had the power of the tripod foot yet, so how could he successfully gather the top?" His voice paused slightly and said: "Brother Fan has been in seclusion for too long, and he can't even tell his breath?"

Although Gao Weiliang's words were filled with a hint of sarcasm, it was this unscrupulous strength that made Fan Shuo hesitate.

If it weren't for absolute certainty, how could Gao Weiliang be so confident?

Fan Shuo calmed down and carefully sensed the aura coming from He Yiming. His face became more and more surprising. The feeling this person gave him was indeed far from the level of a venerable. Moreover, Fan Shuo himself did not believe from the bottom of his heart that Lingxiao Palace would actually do such a stupid thing.

However, the other party's palm and the art of drilling into the ground were like two big hands holding his heart tightly, making it difficult for him to let go.

The Jin battle came to He Yiming like a flying battle, and the two stood side by side.

Facing Fan Shuo's eyes like a blade, Jin Zhanying bowed deeply and said, "Sir Fan, Brother He and his younger brothers came from the northwest. The younger brothers are protecting their wealth and lives. Brother He has not yet reached the level of Supreme Master."

Fan Shuo pondered for a moment, the powerful evil aura in his eyes eased, and he suddenly asked, "Since he has not reached the level of a venerable, how can he use the art of drilling into the ground?"

In fact, what he wanted to ask even more was how He Yiming hit the incredible sky. However, even if he had specific combat skills, he could not open the mouth.

Jin Zhanzhan smiled slightly and said, "Honor Fan, I am not a venerable, but I have also learned the Wanli Garden."

Fan Shuo's face had no expression, but his voice had a little questioning: "Nephew Jin should understand that the technique of lying in the Wanli Garden and the technique of lying in the ground are two completely different meanings. As far as I know, over the ages, there has been a person who has mastered the technique of lying in the innate realm." Speaking of this, a strange light flashed in his eyes, and He Yiming also discovered that most people have the same brilliance in their eyes. It can be seen that this matter is indeed widely circulated.

Innate realm, thousands of miles of idle garden...

It was really hard for He Yiming to associate these two phrases together. With a flash of thought, he thought of Shui Xuanjin. The old man also understood the true meaning of the power of wind at the end of his life. Unfortunately, he did not survive. If he could break through to the first line of heaven, wouldn’t he have become a similar legend?

Fan Shuo paused, his tone slightly heavier, and there was a hint of strictness: "But over the years, even the former Shinto powerhouses have never heard of anyone who can master the art of drilling the ground in the realm below the Venerable." His voice suddenly became heavier, and he said: "Nephew Jin, do you want to tell me that Mr. He's talent far exceeds that of the former Shinto masters. Is he the world's best who has never been before and has never come?"

Everyone calmed down, and everyone's eyes were concentrated on the Battle of Jin.

However, his face was still calm, and there was an indescribable look in his eyes. It seemed that the other party's strong questioning could not cause any turmoil in his heart.

He bowed deeply to Fan Shuo, and Jin Zhan said loudly: "Honor Fan and Brother He's talent in martial arts is indeed the best in the world, no one can surpass it."

Fan Shuo was slightly stunned. Except for the two venerables of Lingxiao Palace, Zhang Zhongwei and Wei Zongjin, the others around couldn't help but exchange glances, and the atmosphere in the field suddenly became strange.

Fan Shuo's eyes turned cold and he said, "How can I see it?"

Jin Zhan held his head up and his chest raised, and his voice rose brightly: "Brother He is not yet twenty years old. May I ask Venerable Fan, among the powerful men of all ages, is anyone who has achieved such success at his age?"

Fan Shuo's face froze. It was not just him, but even those few who had known the inside story for a long time were not much better.

With the wind and fire dragons shown by He Yiming and his art of drilling into the ground, he shows that he is at least a master in the Three Flowers realm.

Although the masters of this level cannot be compared with the Venerable, when everyone thinks of his age, a strange feeling arose in their hearts.

In this feeling, there is envy, doubt, admiration, jealousy, and even a strong sense of loss.

Fan Shuo looked at He Yiming deeply, and he said slowly: "Sir He... I dare to ask you Gui Geng this year."

A helpless smile appeared on He Yiming's face and said, "Nineteen."

At this point, whether he wants to or not, he must tell the truth.

The muscles on Fan Shuo's face twitched slightly for a few times. He sighed and said, "I'm just reckless, please forgive me."

He Yiming felt a stern heart. A dignified priest would bow to him in front of everyone and say humility. This matter seemed glorious, but he just felt a chill in his heart. If the old man in front of him was not a real gentleman, he would definitely be a traitor who could do anything.

All the bystanders also sighed in their hearts, but they had completely accepted the fact that He Yiming was not a Venerable.

At this age, I had already practiced to the Three Flowers Realm, and even such a magical thing happened, so what else can I accept?

Fan Shuo waved his hand and said, "Today's competition, let's give up, we lose."
Chapter completed!