Reborn 80,000 Years

Chapter 172 Ready to go

"Choose yourselves."

Ren Jian stood with his hands behind his back, his tone relaxed, as if he had said something insignificant. However, what he said made Jiang Chixin's complexion below him change, making him extremely ugly in an instant.

The person who killed Jiang Yue?

Isn't that Yang Chen!

"You're dreaming!" Jiang Chixin said coldly: "I can't agree to this matter, you go back!"

For Jiang Chixin, Yang Chen is already his benefactor now, how can he push Yang Chen to the knife's edge?

After hearing this, Ren Jian's face immediately became a little cold, with disdain pouring out of his eyes, he sneered and said, "It's just an ant, how dare you disobey me?"

"You should be the strongest existence in this dynasty, right?" Ren Jian murmured, not sure if he was asking Jiang Chixin or talking to himself.

And when the two confronted each other, a lot of warriors had already gathered in the imperial capital below.

"This person... is here to look for Master Yang." Luo Qingling frowned, his eyes suddenly revealed a look of worry, then looked at Luo Lao beside him, and said: "Grandfather, this Kaishan Sect is a third-class sect. Your Majesty may not be his opponent, should we go up and help?"

Luo Lao shook his head and said, "No, just stay here."

"This is already a battle at the level of a great martial artist. It is not something you and I can intervene."

"But..." Luo Qingling pursed her lips, still worried, and said, "If even His Majesty can't stop him, then Master Yang..."

"No!" Liu Yishui shook his head, and said firmly, "If it's Master Yang, there will be absolutely no problem!"

Speaking of this, Liu Yishui smiled, and said, "Sister Qing Ling, do you have the impression that someone can bully Master Yang?"

Hearing this, Luo Qingling was taken aback for a moment, and then there was an unbelievable look in his eyes, as if... Really?

...

Warrior Association.

Wu Shanhe stood in front of the window, watched the scene quietly, and said to himself: "Why in this world, there are always some people who want to die and don't cherish their own lives?"

Some people always think that they have this ability, but in the end they find that they are just one of many ants.

Wu Shanhe turned around, cupped his fists respectfully to the person sitting behind him, and said, "Father, aren't you going to go over?"

The man sat quietly on the chair, his expression unchanged.

It was Yang Chen.

"No rush." ​​Yang Chen shook his head, and said calmly, "Although Jiang Chixin has broken his arm, he is still a great martial artist, so he won't be defeated so quickly."

And just as the words fell...

Suddenly, there was a loud rumbling sound in the sky above the imperial capital, and the spiritual power collided with each other instantly in the air, emitting a bright light.

But in the room, Yang Chen and Wu Shanhe were chatting happily, as if everything outside had nothing to do with them.

Yang Chen held a cup in his hand.

The cup is the Xunlong Cup from 70,000 years ago, and there are only two left on the mainland today.

One is in his hands, and the other is naturally in Wu Shanhe's hands.

The wine in this cup is the Yuliang wine of Emperor Huaisheng.

Such a superb product made Yang Chen a little confused, as if he had returned to 80,000 years ago in an instant...

Back then, it was the same. He sat in the Golden Luan Hall with a few friends, overlooking the rivers and mountains of the mainland.

Drink, good wine.

And now... such days can't go back.

Yang Chen sighed, drank the wine in one gulp, and suddenly said softly, "Little Snot, I might be leaving in two days."

"Leave?" Wu Shanhe was taken aback for a moment, then knelt down on the ground immediately, and said, "Where is foster father going? Please take Little Snot with you!"

"no."

Yang Chen's face was as usual, and he refused lightly: "This time, I want to go out for a walk, alone."

Hearing this, Wu Shanhe's expression froze, and sadness suddenly appeared in his eyes: "Does father mean that Little Snotty is old now, and is not worthy of being his servant?"

"of course not."

Yang Chen smiled slightly, stood up slowly, and said with a smile, "It's just that a lot of things happened in the past two days, which made me want to go out for a walk and take a look."

It is no longer 80,000 years ago, nor is it ancient times. Today's continent has developed an absolute civilization.

Yang Chen really wanted to see what the world would look like after 80,000 years.

"Little Snot, you have your own life and your own family, not just my adopted son." Yang Chen stretched out his hand, touched his head, and said with a smile, "I used to take you as my adopted son." It's just because you are still too weak and unable to protect yourself, but now that 80,000 years have passed, you have grown up and can protect yourself, so why would you follow me?"

Yang Chen smiled slightly.

Hearing this, Wu Shanhe was shocked and burst into tears.

He kowtowed deeply to Yang Chen, and exclaimed in pain:

"Congratulations to foster father!"

Hearing this, Yang Chen smiled.

Smiling very happily, he is very happy, even after 80,000 years have passed, Wu Shanhe still has him as a foster father in his heart.

In fact, his previous life was not too much of a failure, right?

There is Chen Huang, there is Wu Shanhe, there are these friends who have always kept him in mind.

worth it.

"Finally, let's get rid of some trivial matters here." Yang Chen took a deep breath, turned and left after speaking.

Walked out of the Martial Artists Association.

Slowly approaching Ren Jian in the distance.

And those eyes became extremely cold in an instant.

...

on the sky.

Ren Jian waved his face!

The sky-shattering sword light whizzed instantly, shaking Jiang Chixin back a few steps, dripping with blood all over his body, looking in a panic. He was already injured, and his arm was crippled, and now he is going to lose every battle against Ren Jian!

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Ren Jian laughed, his expression extremely rampant, and said: "Garbage is indeed garbage! You are just ants, dare to speak nonsense? After I kill you, I will destroy this empire, and let you ants be wiped out!"

"Ants?"

Jiang Chixin sneered, and said, "Do you think you are very powerful?"

Ren Jian frowned, and the cultivation base in his body suddenly surged out. The cultivation base of the great martial artist was undoubtedly revealed, which made the expressions of all the people present change, and they only felt a strong coercion.

"Can't you see it?"

Ren Jian said as a matter of course.

Hearing this, Jiang Chixin shook his head, and said calmly: "Although you have reached the level of a great martial artist at a young age, you may be very powerful in the eyes of others, but I know that there is a person you want to compare with. Worth mentioning!"

"Who?" Hearing this, Ren Jian's eyes immediately revealed light.

Jiang Chixin sneered, and said, "It took you twenty years to step into the realm of a great martial artist since you were born! But the person I'm talking about was only a mere second-level martial artist a few months ago. Now, he is already a strong man at the level of a great martial artist!"

"You spent twenty years, but he only spent a few short months!"

"It's a pity that you still call yourself a genius, you are really ignorant!"

Hearing this, Ren Jian's face finally became gloomy.