Chapter 18 Mr. Li
After taking the remnants of the nine-headed xiao and the fire unicorn into his own fantasy, Wu Pengwei did not say a word.
He kept recalling the words of the "Son of Thor", and a sense of urgency rose in his heart.
"Yin, what level is that guy's power?" Wu Pengwei looked at the equally meditative Yin beside him and asked.
"Yin" thought for a moment, took a deep breath and said, "At least it is also at the martial arts level."
"Wu Sheng level..." Wu Pengwei took a deep breath.
In the history of Fenglan Continent, there have been a total of three martial arts-level strong men, all of whom are unknown, but the only certainty is that they have the power to destroy a city.
In the historical period in which they appear, they all appear as the strongest. They are absolutely the supreme and unparalleled existence of that period.
The power of a martial saint is completely different from that of Wu Zun.
A martial saint can easily use the power of the eight elements between heaven and earth, and each of them is pure, which can be combined arbitrarily to exert various powers of mutant qi and blood.
At the level of Wusheng, there is no need to deliberately pursue the change of so-called martial arts moves. His strength is a thousand times that of Wu Zun, and in Fenglan Continent, there are no more than ten Wu Zun in each period. Therefore, Wu Sheng is definitely the most detached existence.
"Kid, don't think too much about it. That guy may scare you. He must have something to do with the divine world, but at present, we can't figure it out. Listen to me. Let's go to the temple on the hanging island first, find the 'yin and yang fire bracelet', release the giant god in it, and then go to the orc's nest 'far away' and find the last saint. Things, go and save your mother in the end.
"Yin" made a series of decisions, and Wu Pengwei nodded. Things have developed into a complicated and confusing state. No one knows what will happen in the next moment. Therefore, we must hurry up the rescue of his mother.
One person and one dragon then flew to the hanging island in the center of the wasteland.
There is a constant roar above the clouds in the sky. "Son of Thor" and another unknown powerful existence are fighting fiercely. Thick dark clouds cover the scorching sun of the day. Looking up, it is a gloomy sea-like sky.
It's like the end of the world.
The most strange thing is that there are no birds along the way. The eight races of birds seem to be strangely missing, but within sight, huge white eggs are breaking through the nests of the birds and revealing.
"What is that? What a huge bird egg..."
"No wonder, it's strange that I have sealed it for tens of thousands of years. Has the world changed so much? The eggs of our dragon clan are not so huge..."
"Yin" and Wu Pengwei ran all the way full of doubt, and soon reached under the hanging island.
It only took a few minutes to rush to the hanging island. After getting to the island, a huge white palace was in front of them.
The palace is shaped like a huge white bird egg, with a simple style and an ancient atmosphere.
"This is the temple of the Hanging Island. It's strange. It's supposed to be guarded by countless birds here. Why can't you even see a bird's feather? Don't care about it, just get the 'Yin and Yang Fire Bracelet' first."
"Yin" muttered, urging Wu Pengwei to rush into the temple.
In the temple, there is a mess. The empty hall is full of corpses of birds. These corpses still exude a strong atmosphere of power. According to Wu Pengwei's estimation, the weakest one here is also in the realm of qi and blood of ten thousand enemies.
The bodies of dozens of flying bird masters are all over the ground, and in front of these corpses, on a step made of white jade, a middle-aged man with black hair and black robe is sitting casually on it, holding a simple red and white intertwined bracelet in his hand.
"Yin and Yang fire bracelet, not good, boy, be the first to be taken." "Yin" is like facing a big enemy, ready to do it.
Wu Pengwei immediately stopped it and communicated silently in the bottom of his heart: "No, Yin, this person is not simple. Don't be reckless."
"Yin" roared in a low voice, "No, boy, this guy's strength is only in the realm of killing thousands of people. I won't make a mistake."
"No, you must have made a mistake. A human being who can enter the temple of Hanging Island alone is only at the level of a thousand people. Do you believe it?" Wu Pengwei shook his head. In fact, this human breath is indeed not strong. With his keen five senses of the world of creation today, he can clearly detect that the power of this guy is only at the primary level of thousands of people.
Once you reach the realm of creation, the power of divine thoughts will make people's five senses surprisingly keen, and some rising elemental power will appear on the surface of the body of the person who practices qi and blood, which can judge the power level of the other party.
But the strange thing is that in the holographic three-dimensional image of Wu Pengwei, the man has no sign of life.
This is almost impossible.
The only explanation is that this man is too weird and not an ordinary warrior.
At this time, the man holding the yin and yang fire bracelet smiled at Wu Pengwei.
"Hello, Wu Pengwei."
Wu Pengwei was suddenly shocked. "Yin" also shouted strangely in his heart: "Kid, do you know him?"
Wu Pengwei shook his head and looked quiet. He kept thinking about the identity of the man. What surprised him was that although the man's appearance was strange, he had a familiar feeling, as if he had always felt like he had seen him somewhere.
"I saw you when you were a child. Of course, it was in the arms of you and your mother. When you were born, I just didn't expect that you would grow so big in a blink of an eye."
The man smiled and rose from the steps. This together made people feel that he was extremely tall, nearly two meters tall. Although he looked ordinary, a sense of majesty was uncontrollably emitted.
This is the atmosphere that the absolute superior will have. Although this man is ordinary and not outstanding, he does not dare to underestimate with this momentum alone.
"Have you seen me and still know my mother?" Wu Pengwei lost his voice and whispered. In an instant, there seemed to be a lot of familiar scenes in his mind, but he couldn't catch it.
"Do you remember? In fact, not only when you were a child, I have been observing you for more than a year, but most of them are hidden in the dark. The man smiled and looked calm.
"You are my mother's enemy..." The three races of the founder and the three races against the "Tianji" clan suddenly appeared in Wu Pengwei's mind.
The man seemed to be able to see through his mind at a glance, smiled and waved his hand: "Don't worry, I'm not your enemy. On the contrary, I'm your friend, and even your future partner. My name is Li Bo, but most people in the world call me 'Li Xian. "Braw"
"Are you 'Mr. Li'?" Wu Pengwei took a cold breath.
The name is ordinary. There are millions of men surnamed Li in the world, including many rich members, well-learned Confucianists, and even senior officials in temples. These people can be respected as "Mr. Li".
But in the martial arts world, only one of the hundreds of millions of people is respected as "Mr. Li".
That is the strongest man on the Chiyou Monument, the emperor of the peak of martial arts - "Mr. Li".
His origin is unknown, but since 200 years ago, the position of leader on the Chiyou tablet has never been moved again. That man claims to be "Mr. Li", and his strength is unknown, but the second master under him has never been unable to defeat him.
It was the same 200 years ago, and it was the same 200 years later.
On the Chiyou tablet, since Mr. Li, the ranking has often changed, and the second place has also changed several times, but no matter how these people change, no one can shake his leading position.
Even if there have been strong people at the peak of Wuzun among these people.
He is a legend, another great legend since the destruction of the Dragon Emperor - the evil moon.
Because he likes to call himself "Mr. Li", people in martial arts all over the world respectfully call him "Mr. Li".
The wordMr. seems plain, but it contains the position of the martial arts emperor that he can't reach.
"I don't care about 'Mr. Li'. If I dare to take away Benlong's bracelet, I will make him look good." The "yin" curled up in the dragon's heart ring suddenly launched silently, and the power of "nine deep" was like a strong darkness, silently encroaching on the past.
"Nine depths" is the most domineering dark power in the world. Once it is contaminated with the human body, it can suppress the power of your qi and blood, so that it can exert less than half of its power, and it is silent and fast.
As long as it is stained with a trace, even a strong man at the level of martial arts will be extremely passive.
Unfortunately, this "Mr. Li" just smiled faintly. He leaned out of his empty hand and whispered, "Taigu Dragon Emperor, you'd better rest aside first."
When the words fell, the five fingers of "Mr. Li" were like pliers, blocking the black fog, and then the fingers were clenched, and the insidious "nine deep" gas was crushed and disappeared.
At the same time, "Mr. Li" flicked his finger again, and a chaotic light shot at the "yin", firmly binding the "yin" like spider silk.
And the stunned "yin" was like being choked in the throat, and he couldn't move all over.
This is a never-one thing that has ever happened. "Yin" now has no entity. The person who can hurt it is not the absolute strong who has reached the "world of creation", and it is difficult to control it easily in this way, even the master of the "world of creation".
Mr. Li, who tied the "yin", just smiled and clapped his palm, as if he had completed a trivial thing. He turned to Wu Pengwei and said, "Well, it's quiet now. I think we can discuss something."
(I have a bad cold and I have to hang water. I'm so angry that I've been delayed all morning. Let's read it first. The next chapter will be freshly released soon)