Wang Ce claimed that he was lucky, but it seemed that he was not a false statement.

After searching leisurely, the Zhan Ling Army burst into three treasured places in a row, one was the Sangyu Grass that helped to practice, and two were equipment.[..com]

One is the lowest-grade heaven and the other is the highest-grade earth level, all of which are first-class equipment.

A few martial emperors did not even have a piece of heavenly equipment. As powerful as half-emperor Hun, the Qinghun sword used was only middle-grade earth-level, and most martial sects could use earth-level equipment.

To be honest, a few Martial Emperors do not even have the heavenly level equipment. If you, a Wuzong, dare to use it and dare to show off, then you are not a thief.

Whether you are lucky or not is tacit.

Who would give the Battle Spirit Army a hundred thousand or eighty thousand? Such a intensive carpet-style search could probably find so many treasures. Wang Ce had to brag about the handsomeness and luck, and Ji Qianbai and the eight people would not seriously argue with him as a junior.

Perhaps for the sake of entertainment, Wang Ce's gains made everyone quickly talk about the gods.

From what Di Mian and others saw, it is hard to say whether the Age of the Gods was prosperous. But one thing can be confirmed that there were a large number of heavenly forging masters, even heavenly refiners, and even god-level forging masters in the Age of the Gods.

Wang Ce was startled and changed his mind: "Will that mean that there are real divine weapons, better equipment than the Emperor Water Sword!"

Di Mian and others smiled bitterly, not wanting to discuss this topic of serious psychological blow: "Perfect Spirit Patterns and Divine Refiners are also statements passed down from the age of the Gods."

Wang Ce shook his head and fantasized, but couldn't imagine what the age of the gods would look like.

If there is a martial god and a real magic weapon, it is probably a prosperous era. Wang Ce can only come up with such an answer after a while.

"It's too late, just find a place to spend the night in this area."

The Emperor Crown flew into the sky, circled in the sky for a while before coming down, pointing to the east: "There is a valley a hundred miles away, and the environment is good, let's go there."

When he flew to this valley together, Wang Ce couldn't help but stare blankly for a while. It was indeed a place with a very beautiful scenery.

This is a very large basin, with several mountains surrounding the outside forming a basin with spring climate and picturesque scenery. In the basin, there is a large lake, which is clear and smooth like a mirror.

It is also a unique feeling to light a bonfire, hunt prey, and barbecue on it.

Wang Ce was very leisurely walking around the lake and came back to listen to Di Mian and others gossiping. Wang Ce could also learn more and learn more.

These martial emperors are all the oldest today. They can't say that they know everything, but there are really few people who don't know.

All kinds of secrets are endless. Wang Ce listened with relish.

Once it is confirmed that the martial god is in Huangzhou, Ji Qianbai is not afraid of not being able to find it. Even if you spend ten years to find it, it is just whether you can defeat the martial god. Di Mian sighed: "If there are more supreme martial emperors among us, then you will be more sure."

Wang Ce was curious: "Then why not look for the three supreme martial emperors of Killing Dragon General? I guess if you have the opportunity to fight with the martial god, they may not refuse any ambition."

Di Mian had no choice but to finish it in one sentence: "Not found."

Wang Ce scratched his head, as if so. When his master pretended to be a rabbit, no one knew where it was. The killing dragon put the three great gods in the rabbit hole, who knew?

"The Nine Continents are so big, there is no reason that there are only these three supreme martial emperors." Wang Ce shrugged, full of confusion.

Jingthorn laughed: "Young, old, not dead, and dying. There will definitely be more than ten supreme martial emperors in the entire nine continents. Do you think the supreme martial emperor will pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger if he is over?"

Wang Ce was very embarrassed. Except for some guys with evil interests, the Supreme Martial Emperor was unlikely to deliberately conceal his cultivation. The Supreme Realm was originally the strongest in the Nine Continents. Unless he was besieged by a Supreme Martial Emperor and several Willing Martial Emperors, he would not be afraid of anyone at all.

The question is, who would be willing to pay such a great price just to kill a supreme martial emperor? The divine grace is recognized as the most martial emperor, and he still dare not pay such a great price.

To put it bluntly, the Supreme Martial Emperor belongs to the crab in Jiuzhou.

The killing dragon general slaughtered countless civilians, which aroused public outrage. When he was young, he was chased by countless martial emperors. At this moment, everyone pretended to be amnesia, and no one dared to give him a face.

The Supreme Martial Emperor had no need to conceal his cultivation. Considering that the Supreme Martial Emperor had no desires, maybe he had to play with a pig and eat a tiger.

Wang Ce glanced at his master. Ji Qianbai had used to play a pig and eat a tiger with an old farmer's image.

Wang Ce complained to Ji Qianbai in his heart and complimented in shame: "Master, you must be the best master in the world now." The Sword Saint raised his eyelids and did not object. Wang Ce felt that he should immediately expand.

Ji Qianbai was silent: "How could you be the first? Do you think the first one is just a casual talk? This is like a honorary title, and it must be recognized."

"For five thousand years, there are only three recognized No. 1 in the Nine Continents." Everyone was secretly amused. Ji Qianbai was so old that he was teased by his apprentice: "All three can beat three. I'm afraid that Old Ji won't succeed."

Di Mian laughed: "Old Ji, if you can defeat two Lao Shens one by one, then we will admit that you are the best in the world." Ji Qianbai drank with a wry smile. Tea, he and the Sword Saint were about between Bo Zhong. If you fight two Sword Saints, you will lose at least half your life.

Wang Ce was surprised and was just real or fake? The King of Humans saw it and laughed: "It's not a joke. According to historical records, all the three Feixians can fight against three, or even five."

It is not difficult to defeat the three will realms. Wang Ce wanted to complain, but the king of humans said seriously: "I am talking about the supreme realm. One of them can defeat the three supreme realms. You can do it too."

One kills three or even five supreme realms? Wang Ce suffocated for a while, momo's forehead did not burn, gasped and smiled bitterly: "That's right, if it's changed, I'll admit that the other party is the best in the world."

Every supreme martial emperor is the most amazing person in an era. If one supreme realm fights three supreme realms, it is definitely a daydream. If five are beaten? Even if you dream, you dare not fantasize.

"You can do it too." Ji Qianbai encouraged him when he saw his disciple being hit: "As long as your heart and martial arts reach the peak, you can do it too."

Wang Ce had a bitter face and said softly: "Uncle Wang Hun can do it too!" He suddenly felt very stressed.

The sword saint's eyes lit up and he pondered for a while: "Half-emperor can even hun."

Wang Ce cried and said, "What if I fight with Uncle Wang Hun, will I win or will Uncle Wang Hun win?" He looked at the people pitifully: "You should give it to Uncle Wang Hun the important task of saving the world. I have a small shoulders..."

Before he finished speaking, Ji Qianbai was angry and slapped his apprentice away with a palm: "It's useless."

Di Mian and others laughed happily, and said to the embarrassed Wang Ce: "Well, it makes sense. If we met half of the emperor hun before you, maybe it wouldn't be your turn to make the fire."

Of course it's a joke.

No matter how powerful the half-emperor Hun is, there are many places where Wang Ce is not as good as Wang Ce. Wang Ce may not be the only choice for Di Mian and others, but it must be the best choice.

Martial arts, heart-like appearance, and fighting spirits, are the best when concentrated on Wang Ce. Moreover, Wang Ce not only has strong personal force, but also has experience far exceeding his age, and is even more cunning.

Wang Ce had a great power and influence, including the Northern Tang Dynasty, the Northern Ce Prefecture, and the War Spirit Army. These combined create an irreplaceable one.

In a sense, Di Mian and others have no confidence in challenging the God of Martial God in this trip, but they put their hopes on Wang Ce. At least they severely injure the God of Martial God and give Wang Ce enough time.

After a joke, Chuang Sheng suddenly sighed: "There are still too few strong people."

"A lot of it." Wang Ce was curious. According to the Sword Saint and others, the number of Martial Emperors in Jiuzhou must have exceeded one hundred.

"You don't understand." Ji Qianbai sighed: "There are few records before the God War. Only talk about God War. There are more than twenty supreme martial emperors who participated in the God War."

"In the first thousand years after the God War, there were more than a dozen supreme martial emperors in the least generation." It was precisely with this huge sectarian force that the God War was the short-lived sectarian era.

Di Mian's face was dim: "The population at that time was far less than one percent today."

Wang Ce was shocked at a moment. According to population, the birth ratio of Emperor Wu is really showing a downward trend in every generation.

I don’t know if it means that he whispered: “There are few people in the gods, most of them are the martial emperors. The gods fought, and the three martial gods led more than 200 martial emperors to siege the gods. In the end, he made great sacrifices to win.”

Wang Ce sighed. The relationship between the human emperor may not be without the reasons why each school and the sect cherishes it. Don’t you see, once he publishes half a volume of the Martial God Book, in just a few years, many masters of deified have made breakthroughs.

It may not be a dispute between civil and military officials. Wang Cexin knew very well that there was no superficial conflict between literati and martial artists, but the essential contradiction was natural. As a holy place for literati, the Academy of the Chinese Academy of Sciences seemed to have nothing to do, but they were vaguely the mastermind behind promoting literature and suppressing martial artists.

The various schools of thought secretly recommended

o Add fuel to the fire and welcome the era of the Human Emperor. Although there is no evidence, there is really no need to pursue any evidence in this kind of thing.

The most popular era of the Human Emperor is not only the Human Emperor itself, but most of them are the various academic palaces. Under the rule of the Human Emperor, there is the environment that can promote literature and suppress martial arts.

Warriors will never like the Human Emperor. Every era of the Human Emperor is an oppression and restraint on the Warriors.

The Human Emperor doesn't care whether you are Ji Qianbai or Feixian. If you say you are summoned, you will be summoned. If you refuse to serve the court, you will die.

Wang Ce said silly: "So, the most prosperous martial arts is the era of the gods."

"In the era of the gods, martial arts was indeed prosperous. Do you think the martial god did something wrong?"

Wang Ce shook his head and clenched his fist and clattered: "Then kill the Human Emperor, one kills the other."

There are also rabbit spirits like the Martial God, and they are all killed." Ji Qianbai and the eight people looked at each other, and the gods were strange.

"Oh, why are you planning to kill the Human Emperor? If you can't even kill the Human Emperor, how can you kill the Martial God?"

Ji Qianbai and the eight people didn't open their mouths, and the voices of continuous conversation with Wang Ce were not from the eight people.

Wang Ce's bright smile froze. After a while, his honest momo head: "Haha, the moon is so good tonight. Master, let's sit here and talk nonsense, why not go and enjoy the moon."

Ji Qianbai and eight people remained motionless!

Wang Ce suddenly stopped moving, rubbed his chin beard and sighed slowly: "I think it's good to watch the moon like this. There's no way. I'm always so lazy. No wonder my daughter-in-law always scolds me for being lazy."

"If you are lazy, then am I a thousand times lazy?"

Wang Ce was surprised and smiled at the dark night lazily, "Oh, may you have not moved high for five thousand years?"

"Not for five thousand years, but there will always be four thousand years."

Wang Ce shrugged and chuckled, and raised his fingers to praise: "You are indeed lazy among the lazy, the king among the king. You are too lazy to be arrogant, moral, and profound!"
Chapter completed!