C451 All the Geniuses in the World Would be Moved by One Person
C451 All the Geniuses in the World Would be Moved by One Person
"..."
Longhu Mountain, Heavenly Master Dao.
Inside the hall, a group of people wearing Heavenly Master Dao disciple uniforms were practicing.
In the Heavenly Master Dao, if one wanted to practice techniques, he would first have to bitterly practice a few years of martial arts, and with the strength of his body, he would be able to practice techniques of the Heavenly Master Dao.
And in the Heavenly Master Dao, what was far and wide famous was the legendary Thunder Arts, which was once turned into a sacred art.
Therefore, those who wanted to go to the Heavenly Master Dao to become disciples of the Thunder Arts were all rushing towards there. However, in order to learn the Thunder Arts, physical fitness and the way of martial arts were the top priority.
There was once a disciple who secretly learned Thunder Arts because his martial arts were not up to standard. In the end, he was directly struck to death by a bolt of lightning in the process of lightning, let alone controlling the Thunder Arts.
And on the steps of the hall, Zhang Fann was holding his chin in a daze. As a First Senior Brother, he did not need to train, his job was to monitor these disciples.
"First Senior Brother, what kind of expression is that? You've been depressed for months. "
A disciple who was finishing his battle technique and wiping his sweat with a towel walked over.
"Needless to say, a year ago, White-Clothed Heavenly Master revealed his Evil Profound Spirit Qi at the India. First Senior Brother wanted to duel with him, but in the end she was mysteriously killed by the missile. How could First Senior Brother not be depressed?"
This group of disciples all knew Zhang Fann's personality very well. They wanted to fight with someone, but the person they wanted to fight with was actually dead.
"With the death of White-Clothed Heavenly Master, the only person who could compete with the First Senior Brother for the position of the strongest in this generation should be Ye Lee, Lu Qingshan and the rest right?"
"I heard that Ye Lee is forging Divine Weapons and training in seclusion. He even wants to fight for the position of the strongest person in this generation.
As this group of people spoke, their eyes could not help but reveal traces of jealousy.
Zhang Fann was only twenty-two this year, so whether it was cultivation or martial arts, both were at the best age for growth. Even Ye Lee, who was also known as a genius, was struggling with his cultivation, but in the end, it was only Zhang Fann.
Every night, he would go to bed early but would only wake up in the afternoon. Aside from eating, drinking, and other times, he would sleep. Occasionally, he would even watch them practice like this.
When he was fifteen years old, he had already grasped the Thunder Arts. He did not need any cultivation, and his cultivation grew at a bizarre rate every day, to the point where he had almost crushed his peers, and there was no one in the Heavenly Master Dao other than the Heavenly Master Zhang s that could rival him.
Even those senior brothers who had entered the Heavenly Master Dao several generations earlier than Zhang Fann felt inferior in front of Zhang Fann, so one could imagine how terrifying this person was.
As everyone was discussing, Zhang Fann suddenly stood up.
"First Senior Brother, what are you doing?" Everyone looked in the direction that Zhang Fann had headed towards and did not know what to do.
"I want to personally make a trip to India and see if that guy is still alive."
"Damn, First Senior Brother, every month you go to the India, and you still don't find anything. It's already been over a year, what's the use of going so fast, a piece of iron is about to rust."
One person tried to persuade him otherwise, but everyone knew that with Zhang Fann's temper, no one could stop him.
"..."
Firmament Sect.
This was a sect that was built on a cliff and was able to overlook the scenery of the world.
"Zhang Fann went to the India again, right? Why does he not believe that White-Clothed Heavenly Master is already dead? "
Ye Lee sat on the side of the cliff with his legs crossed. His eyes could see things thousands of meters away.
"Ye Lee, you're being lazy again. You haven't finished forging that sword." A young man walked over from behind him. It was the captain of Divine Dragon Team, Ye Qingkuang.
Since he was on break, he naturally went back to Firmament Sect.
"It's useless." Ye Lee crossed his legs as if he did not care at all.
"Crippled?" Ye Qingkuang's expression changed slightly, and the other Firmament Sect disciples at the side became even more astonished.
They all knew of Ye Lee's forging skills, which were definitely comparable to a grandmaster grade equipment.
"I feel that I am unable to defeat Zhang Fann with that sword, and can only barely fight against Lu Qingshan, so I am crippled."
Hearing this, the crowd finally understood what was going on. It was another competition between geniuses. Separated by a few mountains, a few thousand kilometers, everyone was fighting openly and secretly.
"Speaking of which, brother, do you think that I can beat White-Clothed Heavenly Master? That sword just now, and the ones I finished. " Ye Lee turned and asked Ye Qingkuang.
"No." Ye Qingkuang answered without even thinking.
Ye Lee felt like he was struck in the head, and his entire face became weak.
"In my opinion, the strength of the Instructor Ye is inferior to even Zhang Fann, so you should save."
"F * ck, he's your instructor so he's brainless. I'm your disciple, why don't he brainlessly brag about me?" Ye Lee spat, and fiercely waved his hand, only to see a Flying Sword flying over from the cliff, floating right behind him.
"It's not brainless bragging, but it is indeed so. With your ability, can you cut off a supersonic missile?" Ye Qingkuang looked at Ye Lee, and shook his head.
After Ye Lee heard this, his mouth even twitched. It wasn't that he didn't have the ability to cut off the Sonic Missile, but that he didn't have the chance to do so.
"Let's not talk about that anymore. If I go train in the sword, I will sooner or later refine a Divine Weapon, surpassing that Instructor Ye." Ye Lee clapped his hands, then headed towards the Artifact Forging Room.
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Heavenly Arts Martial Sect.
"Martial Brother Qingshan, it's time for lunch."
A disciple placed a plate filled with sumptuous food outside a cave.
The cave emitted a cold aura that no one dared to step foot into, and was a thousand-year-old ice cold cave. Even if Dispersing Strength Grandmaster were to step into it, it would be difficult to even take a single step inside, so this disciple only dared to stay outside the cave.
The plate floated up into the air and fell into the cave.
"Martial Brother Qingshan, why have you been training so hard for the past year? I've never seen you like this before."
The person who was bitterly training in the mountain cave was naturally the number one in Heavenly Arts Martial Sect, Lu Qingshan.
For the past year or so, Lu Qingshan had always stayed inside the thousand-year cold cave ever since he had returned to the sect from the outside, not once did he go out.
"Don't disturb him, he is training his martial arts and techniques, trying his best to surpass White-Clothed Heavenly Master."
Heavenly Arts Martial Sect's second senior brother, Chu Tianjue, walked over. It was his turn to be on duty to guard this thousand year cold cave.
"White-Clothed Heavenly Master, hasn't he already been dead for over a year?"
"He has died for more than a year, but he is still the imaginary enemy of any genius of this generation. Zhang Fann, Ye Lee, which one of them is not a competitor of the White-Clothed Heavenly Master, they are all trying their best to improve themselves."
During this year, when Ye Kai killed the Origin Returning Divine Strength Ranker Black-Robed Great Wizard God, all the geniuses in the world were alarmed, all the lazy people started to train diligently and bitterly. Even Zhang Fann hid in his own room and trained in the middle of the night.
"Is the White-Clothed Heavenly Master really so terrifying?"
The disciple did not understand. He had only heard a little about the White-Clothed Heavenly Master and could not imagine what kind of person he was to be able to force all the geniuses of the great sects under the China to chase after him.
"More than a year ago, your Senior Brother Lu Qingshan had trained in Peak of Dispersing Strength, so when he returned to the clan, he had only fought with the White-Clothed Heavenly Master once."
"With a Peak of Dispersing Strength of twenty-two or twenty-three, the White-Clothed Heavenly Master should have been defeated, right? Even if we don't lose, we might just have to run away. " The disciple replied matter-of-factly.
"Fleeing in panic? Haha, did your Senior Brother Lu Qingshan escape after being beaten up? And it was an elder who escorted him back the entire way? " Chu Tianjue shrugged and said helplessly.
"How is this possible?" The disciple was so shocked that his mouth was wide open.
"Nothing is impossible, White-Clothed Heavenly Master's finger broke Lu Qingshan's meridians, and it was all thanks to sect master using the spirit vein ointment that Lu Qingshan was saved from being a cripple."
Chu Tianjue shook his head and sighed: "God knows how terrifying that White-Clothed Heavenly Master was one year ago, to be able to cause all the geniuses in the world to fight for him."
"..."
India, Mountain area.
This place had long since been covered up by yellow sand and turned into a barren wasteland.
However, as a sandstorm blew past, they saw a young man standing in the middle of the sand, with his hands behind his back.
His hair was black on his shoulders and his skin was crystal clear like the most perfect white jade. His pair of azure eyes slightly opened, revealing a starry sky.
"Chi Wen, how long has it been since I was buried underground?" the youth asked.
"Master, a year has passed."
"Has it been a year? "Time flies. I wonder what the martial arts of this world look like now."
A faint killing intent surfaced on the youth's face. The wildly swaying sand around him quieted down.
Suddenly, the young man's eyes turned towards the northeast, only to see another young man walking over in the air.
"Hmm? It's been so long, and there's still someone coming? "