Fantasy: Become A Saint At The Start

All three are indispensable.

After all, to become a great emperor, in addition to their own luck. At the same time, it is necessary to let everyone under the door get wet with rain and dew, so that all parties can give feedback on luck and luck.

If you only care about your own development and breakthrough, regardless of the situation of your disciples.

Then, he Su Ye, will never be able to set foot on the peak of the human race and become a great emperor!

Emperor.

It is admired by all.

Emperor.

He is the common father of the human race, "260"!

And before others admire him, the first one must pay equal attention to favor and power, so that the road to the great emperor will have a foundation to go on!

Each of these three opportunities for the first gate world of the emperor's tomb was not a chance for Su Ye to leave to himself.

In the same way, each of these three opportunities is the same, that Su Ye is laying the roadbed for his future emperor's road!

He looked at Sword Saint Liu Changfeng indifferently, watched the other party's vigour and his eyes were half-hearted, and said with deep eyes: "I, don't do anything without profit, you invite me to fight, can there be something that makes people tempted as a lucky draw?"

Killing Saint Su Ye's words.

It's arrogant to the extreme!

The people in the Eastern Wasteland who were watching in front of the gate of the Second Realm were excited by Su Ye's words.

after all.

in these five hundred years.

Killing Saint has met countless holy sons Holy Maiden who went to Ascension Immortal Gate to challenge.

When the slayer Su Ye had no interest in the challenge, he would say this sentence that made Holy Maiden, the holy son of the immortal gates of the Eastern Wasteland families, hate it.

"It's really nostalgic. In those days, that is, three hundred years ago, Sacred Sage also said this to me. The look and tone of Sacred Sacred at that time were exactly the same as at this time. I was almost at a loss. I thought Killing Saint was saying this to me!"

"Jiang Yangzi, you still have the guts to say this. If you hadn't lost your mind and ran to the Ascension Immortal Gate to challenge the killing of Saint Su Ye three hundred years ago, how would your good Pure Yang Sect be reduced to this point? At that time, Kill the saint to spare your life, but take away two treasures of your sect!"

"Cough, don't make fun of Jiang Yangzi. Even if we have achieved Sage, it will still be emotional. When I just heard the words of the sword sage Liu Changfeng, who came from the upper world, I was really heartbroken. We were filled with emotion. Back then, when Holy Maiden, Holy Maiden, the holy son of the various families in Eastern Wasteland, heard this sentence in front of us, they all thought that this person was arrogant and rude. However, at this time The Sacred Sage is already the number one Sacred Sage in Eastern Wasteland that we can't compare with, and his opponent is no longer our Eastern Wasteland cultivator!

The crowd couldn't stop feeling emotional for a while, and everyone could tell a memory related to the killing of Saint Su Ye for hundreds of years!

It's just that when they talked about these life-long hatreds related to the killing of the saint, there was no longer a deep hatred for the killing of the saint in their tone...

On the contrary, killing the saint for the past five hundred years.

Either face them.

Or face the powerful upper bound.

He is all this arrogant look that makes people hate it.

In the past, the sharp edge of killing saints was to face the immortal gates of various families in the lower realm, Eastern Wasteland.

But now, the sharp edge of the killing saint is stabbing at the powerhouses who come from the upper realm.

With a change of stance, the 500-year-old Sacred Sage's unchanging edge is revealed. In the eyes of the people in Eastern Wasteland at this time, there is a 5.4 if a bit of kindness, and it even makes people feel--

cute.

....

"If, there is no luck. I don't want to fight your battle." Su Ye stood indifferently on the cloud, his voice spread thousands of miles.

Sword Saint Liu Changfeng couldn't help sneering when he heard the words.

Head start?

Want to make me shorter than him psychologically?

this means.

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