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The Qi family's guess was right. When the news spread across the world, Huaguo's martial arts world boiled like water.

Countless people opened their eyes wide and gasped.

"Is that Jiangbei little real person again?"

"So far, he has beheaded several martial arts masters in a row, right?"

Everyone stared wide-eyed, speechless for a moment in shock.

"First came Chen Baijue, then Jiang Jianyan, then Zhong Shili next to Ye Junlin, and then Qi Chen, the famous little swordsman in Zhongzhou."

"As far as the public knows, there are four peerless powerhouses who died in his hands."

Someone looked up Jiang Tong's past record and was shocked.

Unknowingly, in the past year since the rise of the little real person, four strong men have been beheaded by him.

These are all obvious.

No one knows, secretly, has Jiang Tong beheaded other martial arts masters?

Everyone conservatively guessed that the number of strong men who died in Jiang Tong's hands was as many as one palm.

Just when the outside world was talking about it.

A voice sounded leisurely:
"Hmph, Chen Baijue and his ilk don't catch the eye. At most, Jiang Jianyan is the only one who deserves the title of Peerless Powerhouse."

"I'm afraid you don't know that some time ago, the shocking battle on the [-]-storey Witch God Tower in the Wu Country Mecca was initiated by the little real person."

"It is said that the little witch gods who have run across South Asia for hundreds of years were all killed by the little real person, and the tower of the witch gods went up more than ten floors, and was smashed by two people fighting."

I don't know who opened the mouth.

The world of martial arts swept through like a storm, and one after another, the immortals opened their eyes one after another.

"Little witch god?"

"Isn't he a disciple of the Great Witch God 300 years ago?"

There is a light hey from Old Immortal.

The little witch god is the closed disciple of the great witch god in his later years, enjoying the true teaching of witchcraft.

But he has disappeared since decades ago and has not been heard from again.

The old immortals who were at the same time as the little witch god thought that the little witch god had already celebrated his birthday, so he was sitting somewhere.

Cultivation is a high level.

Many old immortals who are difficult to be promoted to become gods will look for other ways to prolong their lives.

The most common way is to kill yourself, hide in a place with strong aura, and sit down for more than ten years.

This is basically no different from lingering.

Over the years, I don't know how many people like this have been sitting in places where others can't see.

"If the little witch god is not dead, I'm afraid his cultivation has already exceeded He Jin."

"I remember decades ago, this little witch god was the eighth-ranked superpower on the SSS list."

The more we talked about the last, the uglier the expressions of these old immortals became.

Even the little witch god was beheaded by Jiang Tong.

Doesn't it mean that his cultivation is infinitely close to transforming into a god?
This result is too unbelievable for Wu Jie.

You must know that according to outside rumors, the age of this Jinling little real person is not yet 30 years old.

At most as big as their great-grandchildren.

"The little real person bloodbathed the Wu Kingdom, and became a god in the first battle. Even the Western CIA department personally reopened the SSS list for him."

"If Qi Shengjun's cultivation is not as high as the god of transformation, I'm afraid he will be beheaded by him again after fighting the little real man."

Everyone is full of emotion.

The old immortals even went out of the mountain one after another, intending to go to Zhongzhou to witness the most brilliant battle in the Huaguo martial arts world in the past century.

Bajimen, Dasheng Piguamen, Lingnan Feidaomen, Tianshidao, ancient Wudang... One after another, the ancestors who were considered to be sitting in the Buddha were born one after another.

These people, the closest to now, were all famous in the martial arts world 50 years ago.

Several of them were considered dead of old by the outside world.

The Wujie, which had been dead and quiet for a hundred years, seemed to be alive again at this moment.

"hiss!"

"These immortals are still alive?"

Many people gasped, and they were even more skeptical. Have some of them entered the realm of transforming gods?
It was only quickly rejected by everyone.

Judging by their appearance, their qi and blood are decaying, and their spirits are listless. It is obvious that they are relying on some secret method to force their lives.

Obviously you can't just shoot casually.

Otherwise, the life span that could have lived for a few years will be drained in an instant.

Countless martial arts masters poured into Zhongzhou within these three days.

Waiting quietly for the peak battle under this Transformation God.

Rising Stars vs. Veteran Powerhouses!
This title can be said to attract attention, and even many wealthy bosses who have no intersection with martial arts know it.

"Lin Hu?"

"Isn't he one of the eight great masters of Hongmen overseas?"

"There is also Miao San, this old man who lives in Yungui, who is said to have died 20 years ago?"

Watching the birth of long-disappeared veteran powerhouses.

The juniors almost exploded their eyeballs.

In Zhongzhou overnight, the spirits were intertwined, and everyone tested each other.

As the identities of those old immortals were dug out, everyone was terrified.

If it weren't for the decisive battle between Jiang Tong and Qi Shengjun, they might never have the chance to see so many peerless powerhouses gather at the same time.

Without a single exception, everyone was stuck at the peak of Hejin, and there was no way to see them for the rest of their lives.

In the end, some old immortals released their powerful spiritual power and pressed down on a hotel in the air.

next moment.

These old immortals only felt their own spiritual power, as if they had hit the majestic Mount Tai, and were instantly shattered to pieces.

They opened their eyes suddenly, and a trace of blood flowed from the corners of their mouths.

"What a terrifying mental power!"

Everyone's eyes were terrified, and that feeling was like waves hitting rocks.

No matter how you beat the waves, the reef will still remain motionless.

After a few tries, no one dared to offend again.

Among them, there was an old immortal who provoked one after another, and the final result was a grand and vast spirit that descended from the sky.

Directly tore up the mental power of that old immortal, and the old immortal even sat down on the spot and lost his breath.

……

In the presidential suite of the hotel.

Jiang Tong withdrew his divine thoughts as deep as the ocean, and snorted coldly.

Lin Xiaoyan looked curiously.

"Master, what's the matter?"

"Just now I seemed to feel that someone was spying on us secretly, as if our whole body had been seen through."

Even Lin Xiaoyan, an ordinary person, can feel the spiritual power of those interweaving.

Jiang Tong sneered and said:
"It's just a few ants, if you dare to offend them, just kill them."

Lin Xiaoyan seemed to understand but not understand.

She implicitly knew that those were something called 'spiritual power'.

You can expand your mental power to explore the surroundings within a fixed range.

Much like the legendary sixth sense, clairvoyance and the like.

She once met an internationally renowned spiritual master who could even condense his spiritual power into essence and cut off flowers and plants ten steps away.

"Master, were those mental powers just now?"

Lin Xiaoyan asked curiously.

Jiang Tong nodded:

"Their mental strength is too fragile, far below the standard of divine sense. If they all cultivated their divine sense and so many people shot at the same time, our divine soul might have been torn apart just now."

Lin Xiaoyan frowned.

God thought!

It was the first time she heard about it from Jiang Tong.

Next, Jiang Tong got up slowly, holding a glass of expensive red wine in his hand, and walked to the French window.

You can see the busy traffic below, and the lights of thousands of houses.

Tomorrow morning is the day of the battle.

Jiang Tong raised his head and looked at Dengshen Ridge in Zhongzhou. Suddenly, he seemed to meet a gaze that was also looking towards the hotel...