Fantasy: Start To Break The Limit Of Cultivation

"Junior brother, you..."

"Shut up!"

Hearing Ling Tian's voice full of murderous intent, he saw that pair of piercing eyes.

At this moment, Chu Hang really shut up.

He originally wanted to say that Ling Tian was boastful.

But now, the other party actually suppressed him in terms of momentum.

What is this scenario?

hum...

The space fluctuated slightly, and an old man in his sixties with a calm breath appeared beside Chu~hang.

"Master!"

Chu Hang quickly saluted when he saw the visitor.

Although he is the Holy Son, he is really afraid of himself as a master.

"Shame!"

The old man's face was obviously not very good-looking.

Just now I was sitting and watching a play with several other core Elders.

As a result, this disciple of the Fate Master Realm is also his best disciple, and even Chu Hang, the second son of Shengjing.

He was actually frightened by a boy from the Sea Opening Realm.

Although it was only for a moment, it was indeed frightening, and there was no explanation.

"Young people, don't be too arrogant, you won't understand Yi Yao's reasoning just now.

The old man watched Ling Tian open his mouth lightly, and the beard at the corner of his mouth was also slightly raised.

Ling Tian stared.

There was no malice towards him in the old man's words.

However, this tone needs to be changed.

"Presumptuous! I am the holy son of Haotian Peak, the inheritor of the Great Emperor, how can you teach me a lesson at will!"

When Ling Tian's fierce words came out, the old man was stunned, Chu Hang was stunned, and all the onlookers on the ground and in the sky were stunned.

Even those Sect Saints who watched this scene with remote projections in other places almost didn't react.

While everyone was in a daze, Ling Tian quickly gestured to Transsion Jade Slip a few times.

Xuantian Peak.

Ji Tianhua, Duan Tianyu and an old man with a disabled left hand and left foot were staring blankly at the scene before them.

"Your future little junior brother is really...

The old man muttered to himself, even he didn't know how to describe Ling Tian.

Call Ling Tian arrogant?

What he said and did was completely in line with the rules, without any flaws.

It's just that Ling Tian's courage is really too big.

Ling Tian has done what others are afraid to do.

Ling Tian did what others dared to think or dare not do.

He did what others could not think or do.

"Uncle Tiancan, look."

Duan Tianyu was also slightly stunned for a moment, and then he didn't know whether to laugh or cry and raised the sound transmission Jade Slip in his hand.

A boy's voice sounded.

"Uncle, if you don't come again, you will have to find someone else for the Ninth Son."

The three people who heard the voice looked at each other.

Then, roaring with laughter

Ling Tian is still a teenager after all, although his mind is mature and steady.

But occasionally it is inevitable to reveal a little boyish nature.

"Junior, no matter how many holy sons you are, you are still my holy sect Junior."

"Today, you dare to be so disrespectful to the elders and teachers, how will it be okay in the future?"

The old man's tone was also chilling, and his complexion was gloomy.

Although he is only Saint early stage, he is also Saint.

Don't look at the fact that Ling Tian met a group of Great Saints when he first came to Xuantian Sacred Land.

But in Xuantian Sacred Land, even the Holy Son doesn't have much chance to meet those people.

Holy Sons are chosen every thirty years, and their status is the highest among the disciples.

But who can guarantee that these people will be able to sit firmly in the position of Holy Son for a long time?

Even if he can sit firmly in the position of the Holy Son, then he can definitely become a saint?

Therefore, the status of Saint must be higher than that of Son.

This is also the reason why Spirit Lord, the god of Martial Saint, promised that Ling Tian would be on an equal footing with him, which would surprise and shock everyone in other forces.

"I'm Xuantian Sacred Land's Junior. Not bad, but not everyone can teach me a lesson."

"You just need to take care of your apprentice. As for me, I should be restrained by others."

Ling Tian's tone was flat, he hated this kind of power person who sold his old age in front of him the most.

In the outside world, I will not say anything.

After all, life is the most important thing, so provoking Saint is not the same as courting death?

But right now in Xuantian Sacred Land, I am really not afraid of the other party.

After talking with Yandi Qiongqi and Liuzhi Great Emperor in the inheritance hall.

Ling Tian already knew the importance of the Ninth Son, if he didn't have a background, he wouldn't dare to be so arrogant.

People can be crazy and proud.

But it is absolutely impossible to be hot-headed and just rely on enthusiasm.

This is a fantasy world, but there are no legal constraints, and murderous things can be seen everywhere.

"Okay...

The old man also said three good words in a hurry, and he looked like a Saint.

In the outside world, if you find any place, even such a casual and ordinary stop, hundreds of millions of people will come to worship.

Even in Xuantian Sacred Land, Saint is the most important character and combat force.

Now he was humiliated like this by a young man who had just entered the path of martial arts.

That's right, not only in his eyes, but also in the eyes of other disciples, Ling Tian's behavior is to humiliate each other.

…… Ask for flowers …………………

"I will take you down today, and let you face the wall for three years to reflect on your own mistakes."

After finishing speaking, the old man's aura bloomed slightly, and an irresistible holy power struck towards Ling Tian.

To deal with a junior in the Sea Opening Realm, the old man only needs to use one ten-thousandth of his power, which is also holy power.

"Hmph, old man Gu Qi, how could you be the one to move my people in Haotian Peak?"

With a cold snort, the old man was directly imprisoned in the surrounding space before he could react.

A middle-aged man with a handsome face and a green robe appeared in the eyes of everyone.

"Disciple see Chief Elder."

"Junior see..."

"My old man sees the Chief Elder.

Seeing the visitor, everyone saluted without any hesitation.

Especially those disciples of the Holy Sect looked even more fanatical at the people who came.

This is the chief Elder God of Heaven who is the most powerful person in the Southern Territory.

This is what they look up to.

Even those Sect elders who have lived for thousands of years are no exception.

"Get up."

Duan Tianyu opened his mouth lightly, and slightly turned his head to look at Ling Tian beside him.

The eyes are a little weird.

But Ling Tian said with a hey smile: "Uncle Shi, you see I almost have to confess to being here today, you have to ask me for an explanation.

When the words came out, everyone was taken aback.

Especially Gu Qi Saint, who was imprisoned and unable to move, only felt the blood rolling in his chest, and he almost bleed out a mouthful of old blood.

A saint himself, the Saint of the Sacred Land.

Just because it was very casual and not even a reprimand, he said to the boy in front of him.

It is definitely a great opportunity for this matter to fall on someone else.

The majestic and strong in the holy realm personally taught themselves, even geniuses can go out and brag for three hundred years.

But Ling Tian never played his cards according to the routine.

In his eyes, is it not an insult to own that other people speak so condescendingly to him?

You are rude to yourself anyway, so why should I, Ling Tian, ​​be rude to you?

Therefore, not only did he not have the so-called "appreciation", but he wanted to humiliate the old man.

As a Saint, he was humiliated by Ling Tian.

Although the heart is very angry, but the ability to calm the ignition is not easy to have.

But!!!

Now in front of my eyes!!

Ling Tian himself wants to ask him for an explanation?

Gu Qi Saint is the victim, alright!!

This is really intolerable for uncles, and even more intolerable for dolls.

This boy, this Ninth Son.

It's so deceiving... Corpse....