Extract Impurities, Bedbugs Become Real Dragons

Cold Moon Empire.

royal palace.

A middle-aged beautiful woman sat directly above.

The monarch, Leng Xinyue, and some important court officials stood aside respectfully.

This beautiful woman has a powerful aura, and her cultivation has reached the eighth level of the Heavenly Emperor Realm!

She is the second monarch of the Hanyue Empire, Taizong Leng Wushuang!

For so many years, Leng Wushuang has used a special method to isolate the secrets of the sky, fell into a deep sleep, and slowed down the passage of life. Only then did she wait for the arrival of this life!

Now that Leng Wushuang woke up, Leng Xinyue and the court ministers rushed over immediately.

"Master is still in the world!" At this time, Leng Wushuang suddenly said: "Xinyue, do you know how long Master will be able to leave the test?"

"Reporting to Emperor Taizong, the ancestor has been in seclusion for a long time, and I don't know exactly when she will be able to come out." Leng Xinyue looked helpless.

"Don't you know..." Leng Hanyan sighed softly: "Forget it, I will wait here for Master to come out."

"Taizong, now that the Ten Thousand Clans Battlefield has opened, don't you represent the Hanyue Empire to join the Ten Thousand Clans Battlefield?" Leng Xinyue frowned slightly.

There are many strong people in the Ten Thousand Races Battlefield.

Only with emperor-level combat power can one barely gain a foothold in the battlefield of ten thousand races.

Looking at the entire Cold Moon Empire, only Leng Wushuang is the most suitable to enter the battlefield of ten thousand races.

If Leng Wushuang doesn't go, who should the Hanyue Empire let go?

"I won't go to the Ten Thousand Clans Battlefield this time." At this time, Leng Wushuang said again: "The Ten Thousand Clans Battlefield not only has Zhan Luan, but also many opportunities."

"It is actually more appropriate for the younger generation of geniuses to enter the Ten Thousand Races Battlefield for training."

"The younger generation?" Leng Xinyue frowned and said, "Taizong, most of the younger generation in the Hanyue Empire are only at the Martial Saint Realm."

"If they enter the battlefield of ten thousand races, I'm afraid they can only be cannon fodder."

"The current Hanyue Empire has indeed declined a lot." Leng Wushuang shook his head and said: "If you really let the group of Tianjiao in your mouth enter the battlefield of all races, they can only be cannon fodder."

"But what the widow is talking about is not the group of arrogant people in your mouth."

"What the widow is talking about is the arrogance of the widow's era."

"Taizong, are you talking about the Tianjiao who was sealed by you?!" Leng Xinyue raised her brows slightly, suddenly thinking of something.

Leng Wushuang didn't respond, but said loudly, "Han Yan, come in."

Da da da!

The voice fell, and a burst of footsteps came suddenly.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound, only to find a young girl in Tsing Yi walked into the hall with a blank expression on her face.

"Hanyan?! Could it be Liu Hanyan, the number one genius in Taizong's era!"

"Liu Hanyan! I never thought she was still alive!"

"Is this the first genius of Taizong's era?"

The crowd opened their mouths and sighed.

Liu Hanyan was the number one genius in the Taizong era.

She doesn't have a special physique or a strong bloodline, but with her super talent, she crushes all the arrogances all the way, tramples all the arrogances under her feet, climbs to the pinnacle of martial arts, and becomes the youngest emperor at that time!

But later, Liu Hanyan suddenly disappeared.

The strongest arrogance of an era has also come to an end.

But the crowd never expected that Liu Hanyan did not fall, but fell into a deep sleep together with Leng Wushuang!

"Han Yan pays respects to Emperor Taizong." At this time, Liu Hanyan came up and bowed to Leng Wushuang.

"Hanyan, you heard the drums of the Ten Thousand Races Battlefield, right?" Leng Wushuang said slowly, "Would you like to represent the Hanyue Empire and enter the Ten Thousand Races Battlefield?"

"Taizong, Hanyan has been sleeping for millions of years just to wait for this moment." Liu Hanyan said with a firm expression, "This life is a great one, and all sleeping talents will wake up in this life."

"I want to defeat all Tianjiao in the battlefield of ten thousand races, and ascend to the pinnacle of martial arts!"

"Okay! If that's the case, then this time you represent the Hanyue Empire and enter the battlefield of all races!" Leng Wushuang nodded in satisfaction.

"Taizong, I have another candidate here." At this time, Leng Xinyue came out and said, "There is a proud man in the Hanyue Empire, named Lin Feng."

"He is only eighteen years old, and he has already broken through to the sixth level of Xuandi Realm. I wonder if Taizong can also give Lin Feng a place to enter the battlefield of ten thousand races?"

"Breakthrough to the sixth level of the Xuandi Realm at the age of eighteen, this level of talent is indeed very good." Leng Wushuang nodded, and continued: "Where is that Tianjiao named Lin Feng born now?"

"Reporting to Emperor Taizong, Lin Feng has returned to Xuanyang Prefecture." Leng Xinyue said: "I will send someone to inform Lin Feng now, and tell him about the Ten Thousand Races Battlefield."

With that said, Leng Xinyue was about to turn around and leave.

But at this time, a familiar voice suddenly sounded: "Your Majesty, I already know about the Ten Thousand Races Battlefield."

Hearing this, Leng Xinyue looked back, only to find that Lin Feng, led by Xiaolong, came slowly into the main hall.

"Lin Feng, you are finally back." Leng Xinyue was overjoyed, and hurriedly said: "Since you already know about the Ten Thousand Races Battlefield, would you like to represent the Hanyue Empire and enter the Ten Thousand Races Battlefield?"

"Yes." Lin Feng nodded slightly.

"Lin Feng, I have to remind you first. Although there are many opportunities in the Ten Thousand Clans Battlefield, it is full of dangers. Even a strong person at the Heavenly Emperor level cannot guarantee that he will be able to survive after entering the Ten Thousand Clans Battlefield." Leng Xinyue looked at Lin Feng, and confirmed again: "In this case, are you sure you want to enter the Ten Thousand Races Battlefield?"

"If I am afraid of the battlefield of all races, how can I reach the pinnacle of martial arts?" Lin Feng asked rhetorically.

"Haha! Good, good, you really deserve to be a young genius, and you have a good spirit." Leng Wushuang, who was directly above, suddenly laughed and said, "It's not impossible to let you enter the battlefield of ten thousand races."

"However, you must have the strength to withstand Hanyan's punch to be eligible to enter the battlefield of all races."

Leng Wushuang thought for a while, and added: "If you can't even resist Hanyan's punch, even if you enter the battlefield of ten thousand races, you can only be reduced to cannon fodder."

"Okay, I'm willing to take a punch from her." Without thinking, Lin Feng nodded and agreed.

This time, on the contrary, Leng Wushuang was stunned.

Leng Wushuang did not expect that Lin Feng would agree so readily.

Is Lin Feng too arrogant, or is Lin Feng really capable of receiving Liu Hanyan's punch?

"Lin Feng, I would like to remind you first, Han Yan was the number one genius in my era, and now she is at the ninth level of the Xuan Emperor Realm, and she is only a hair away from breaking through to the Heaven Emperor Realm."

"There is a difference of three small realms between you and Han Yan. It is not easy for you to receive her punch."

"Even, maybe you will be seriously injured by Hanyan."

"In this case, are you sure you want to take Han Yan's punch?"

"Just come." Lin Feng responded calmly with a calm expression.