No One Really Thinks Master is a Mortal, Right?

  Chapter 749 The Mystery of Chu Yuan

  In the big city of human race.

  Zhang Han and Su Qianyuan spread the word about Wudaozong’s recruitment of disciples.

  At first, the families in these human race cities didn't understand it because they had never heard the name of the sect of "Wudao Sect".

  In the end, Zhang Han and Su Qianyuan moved out of Yintian Island to let everyone understand which power they were.

  I have to say that Yintian Island is much more famous than Wudaozong.

  Most people only know that there are saints in Yintian Island, but do not know that the saint’s orthodoxy is Wudaozong.

  After learning that Zhang Han and Su Qianyuan were disciples of saints.

  The entire human race city is boiling.

  The saint’s disciples come personally to recruit disciples, this is a huge thing.

  Which immortal gate in Eastern China can be compared with the power of saints?

  Being able to worship the power of the saints, that is simply a blessing for the three lives.

  So he cares, after offering the name of Yintian Island.

  The recruitment of Zhang Han and Su Qianyuan is also simple.

  ...

at the same time.

  In the long river of time.

  The battle between the two saints has ended.

  The final result was that the young saint escaped, unwilling to die with Chu Yuan.

   Chu Yuan saw the opportunity and returned to the corner of the long river, avoiding the possibility of continuing to fight.

  He also didn’t want to die.

  But the young saint behaved so fiercely.

  He naturally cannot show weakness.

   directly showed the appearance of dying.

  Fortunately, the young sage counseled first, otherwise he would be really hard to deal with.

   "What the **** is this bastard, he fought so fiercely when he came up."

   "I just wanted to have a friendly exchange, so I went to the death and almost was suppressed."

Chu Yuan let out a long sigh of relief.

  If it weren’t for his Shenguang Tuba really strong, he would really be suppressed by the young saint.

  This matter is too hanging.

  The saint is too scary.

  If it is not necessary, it is best not to fight with the saint.

   Chu Yuan's eyes condensed, and he made this decision silently in his heart.

  He is really not sure that he can beat the saint.

  And this kind of saint, according to the system's combat power rankings, there are as many as nine, which can't be offended.

   "One is so difficult. If the two saints of the upper realm join hands, then I must at least open the sky. If more than three join hands, then I will be in danger."

  Chu Yuan thought secretly in her heart.

  He made up his mind, and he will never do anything with the saint if it is not necessary in the future.

  Of course, if he is really anxious, then he will knock off the two front teeth of the saint.

  Even if the Nine Saints of the Upper Realm team up, if he catches a fight, he will be afraid of hitting the opponent.

  This necessity naturally depends on whether anyone dares to touch his beloved disciple.

  Those disciples, every one of them is heart and soul.

  Everything can't be missed.

  This is the bottom line of Chu Yuan.

   "Go away."

  Chu Yuan turned his head and glanced at the place where he was fighting before. He didn't dare to stay any longer, and disappeared and left with a move.

  ...

the other side.

  Beyond the long river of time, in the endless darkness.

  The young saint came across the darkness, he stayed in the darkness, he was out of breath.

   "Who is this person, and how can he have such a combat power?"

  The young saint's eyes widened, very puzzled.

  He is even more dazed than Chu Yuan.

  How does he exist? The strength that once existed before countless Yuanhui was unparalleled and far surpassed that of a saint.

  The reason why he will be in the long river of time is just to comprehend something in the long river of time.

   But he felt it, nothing happened, so he was interrupted by such a fierce man.

  The young saint’s face was full of surprise.

  He didn't understand.

  After thinking for a while.

  He flicked in the darkness with one hand.

  A dazzling sword light flickered by, illuminating the endless darkness. When viewed from a distance, it seemed to be a big sun shining on the whole world.

  After the young saint had done these actions, there would be no other actions, and he would stand there quietly and wait.

  After a while.

  The bright sword light gradually dissipated, the darkness swallowed everything again, and the whole world fell into endless darkness again.

  Wow...

  Suddenly, a figure appeared in the darkness, with a vertical and horizontal figure, under three or two strokes, before it came to the young saint.

  I saw that it was a middle-aged saint.

  The middle-aged saint faces the young saint at a distance.

  The two have different appearances, but in the final analysis, their breath is the same, and they feel like they are in the same vein.

   "Brother."

  The young saint looked at the middle-aged saint, nodded, and said.

  "Brother, what's the matter?"

  The middle-aged saint's face was slightly shaky, and he answered faintly.

   "In that Xintiandi, there seems to be an extraordinary existence. I want to ask brother, you to help figure out the origin of this person."

  The young sage pinched his hands with both hands and performed an ancient Taoist ceremony, saying like this.

   "Why don't you calculate it yourself?"

  The middle-aged saint frowned, somewhat puzzled.

"I fought with him before. The light on his body was very strange and mysterious. When hit by that light, my whole body was unable to mobilize mana. Even now, I still feel unstable. I am afraid that I can't calculate it with all my strength, so I invite you to come. ."

  The young saint did not care about the attitude of the other party, and said truthfully.

"Um?"

  The middle-aged sage frowned more tightly.

  Is there such a strange existence?

  He closed his eyes silently, and calculated.

  Sages can deduct everything with a single thought, not to mention their existence.

  In just one thought, the entire upper realm and even all the lower realms have been deduced once.

   "Huh? There is no trace of the existence that you just fought with Junior Brother you? The deduction can't be deduced at all, it's like..."

  The middle-aged saint hesitated but stopped.

  He didn’t know what to say.

  It's like, there is no such person at all?

  Or do you mean that nothing in the world can leave that person with any trace?

  This is too exaggerated.

  The middle-aged saint himself feels impossible, so he can't speak at all.

"How can this be."

  The young saint was even more surprised.

  He just played against the opponent.

  The other party’s light is too fierce, how can it be possible that there is no trace left?

  And, you know, they fought in a long river.

  Any attack has a huge impact.

  In this case, even if you try your best to erase the traces, it is impossible to be completely without any traces.

   "This person is unusual."

  Almost an instant.

  Both middle-aged saints and young saints have noticed something wrong.

  They looked at each other, their figures moved and flew towards the dark depths.

  It took only a moment for their bodies to be swallowed up by the darkness, without a trace.

  Everything is silent again.

  In this endless darkness, everything seems lifeless, but the place that belongs to the upper realm is like a star, flashing in the darkness, different...

  (End of this chapter)