3148. Chapter three thousand one hundred and forty-eight fight!
The two old men were surrounding the carriage, one behind the other, looking a little embarrassed.
The corners of Qin Yu's mouth raised slightly. These two people had been following his carriage all the way from the imperial capital. Even if Qin Yu lost his consciousness, how could he not notice it?
On the contrary, the two of them were hiding in the dark, and neither seemed to notice the other's existence at all.
When they heard Qin Yu's voice, they both thought that Qin Yu was telling them, so they showed up. Who would have thought that there was someone else there?
Therefore, when they saw the other party's existence, they were shocked.
But after all, both of them were old guys who had lived for hundreds of years, and they quickly regained their composure.
Liu Zhengyang coughed, walked forward, and bowed to Qin Yu.
"Junior Liu Zhengyang, I have met my senior."
"The junior is following the senior, and there is really no malice. I just have something to ask for, and I ask the senior for your forgiveness."
Qin Yu was not surprised that Liu Zhengyang could find him.
That night in the Imperial City, he did not change his appearance, and he had been living generously in inns in the city in the previous days.
After all, Liu Zhengyang is also one of the guardians of the Liang Kingdom. It is normal to find him in the imperial city.
However, before Liu Zhengyang could speak, the old man in black robe had already spoken.
He chuckled at first: "Are you the so-called Xingchen Taoist? I heard that you are a Martial God?"
Qin Yu lay on the roof of the car and said lazily: "Who knows? Who told me? I never said I was a god of war."
The old man in black robe sneered: "What? Don't you dare to admit it?"
"Sure enough, I know that there are no martial gods anywhere in the world today."
"Even if there were, how could it be like this?"
Liu Zhengyang, who was standing next to him, frowned: "Old Demon Zhuang, you are so brave, how dare you talk to senior like this? Senior Xingchen is extremely powerful and is undoubtedly a being in the Martial God Realm."
At the same time, Liu Zhengyang's voice sounded in Qin Yu's ears.
"Senior Xingchen, this old ghost is called Zhuang Guming. He is a well-known veteran martial saint in our country of Liang hundreds of years ago. However, his behavior is weird and extreme and his temperament is weird. He is called the old devil in black. His strength is not weak.
The time to break through to the Martial Saint is much earlier than that of the younger generation, so he is not a simple character."
Qin Yu raised his eyebrows but said nothing.
The old man known as Mr. Zhuang Mo glanced at Liu Zhengyang with a slightly mocking look: "Brother Liu, in terms of seniority, I am your senior. Only an ignorant guy like you would make a fuss when you see him.
Everyone thinks he is the God of War."
Liu Zhengyang suddenly became angry: "Old Demon Zhuang, what did you say?"
At this time, Qin Yu said calmly: "Regardless of whether I am the God of Martial Arts or not, you, a Martial Saint, followed me all the way from the imperial capital to this place just to say this?"
"Of course not." Zhuang Laomo chuckled and said, "Originally, I just heard the rumors and was curious about what the real God of War was like, so I came to take a look."
"In the end, it seems that he may not be a god of martial arts, but the skills practiced by the little girl in your car are really extraordinary."
Having said this, his eyes swept over Lu Wuhui, who was sneaking his head out of the car, and his gloomy eyes scared the latter into retreating.
A trace of greed flashed in Zhuang Lao Mo's eyes: "I don't know about this technique. Can you lend it to me for a look?"
Only then did Qin Yu understand.
It turns out that this old demon Zhuang is interested in Jiutian Lei Dian.
It's no wonder that even Qin Yu was a little surprised by Lu Wuhui's cultivation speed, let alone Mr. Zhuang.
Even if one can see that there is no way back, the martial arts talent is extraordinary, but just a glimpse of the power of the Nine Heavens Thunder Code is enough to surprise people.
Before Qin Yu could say anything, Liu Zhengyang had already stopped in front of the carriage and glared at Mr. Zhuang.
"Hmph, Mr. Zhuang, how dare you act so arrogantly in front of senior even with me here?"
"Senior?" Zhuang Laomo sneered: "I don't necessarily think senior, but the skills are real. Although the skills practiced by the little girl can't be traced, they are probably still above the divine martial arts."
"Why don't you and I join forces and get this skill together? I can also let you take a look."
"Nonsense." Liu Zhengyang snorted coldly: "Old Demon Zhuang, if you don't retreat, I won't be polite."
A cold light flashed in Zhuang Laomo's eyes: "It seems that I haven't made a move for too long. Even a junior dares to be as presumptuous as me. It's okay, let me see how much you weigh!"
As soon as the words fell, the two people's bodies flashed and they collided together, fighting fiercely.
In today's world, without the emergence of the Martial God, the Martial Saint is truly the most top-notch existence. When two Martial Saints fight against each other, the scene is thrilling.
For a moment, the surrounding mountains, rivers and plains were shaken, and the world was eclipsed by the fierce collision between the two martial arts masters.
Fortunately, one of them wanted to protect the carriage, and the other wanted to perform the exercises, so they both deliberately restrained their strength to avoid affecting the carriage.
But even so, the battle between the two martial saints was like a natural disaster, shocking the surrounding area for hundreds of miles, making it difficult for people and horses to approach.
Mortals didn't know it. They thought it was an earth dragon turning over, and they fled in panic. Only warriors with higher cultivation levels could see that it was two strong men fighting in the distance. But such a movement must be a terrifying existence at the peak of martial arts.
Everyone who felt it suddenly changed their color.
Qin Yu, who was very close at hand, showed no reaction and was still lying lazily on the carriage. The agitating breath of the two powerful martial saints seemed to be just a breeze blowing across his face.
"Even an existence equivalent to the Ancient Saint Ancestral Realm can only exert this level of power in this world?"
Qin Yu squinted his eyes and sighed in his heart.
Although such a small world itself is nothing compared to the chaotic world, its suppression of power is far beyond comparison with the outside world.
Perhaps only the existence of the Supreme Realm can break the suppression of time and space and fully exert its power here.
The two of them fought for only half an hour before Liu Zhengyang fell behind.
The old demon Zhuang he faced was no worse than the ancestor of Daliang, Zhou Zhanyue, in terms of strength. They were both beings who had reached the pinnacle of the Martial Saint.
To use the realm of cultivators as an analogy, it is equivalent to the existence of an ancestral saint.
Liu Zhengyang himself is at the high level of the Martial Saint, which is equivalent to the realm of the Ancient Saint as a practitioner. The gap between him and Old Demon Zhuang is really not small.
If it weren't for the fact that Mr. Zhuang didn't try his best, he would have been unable to hold on.
But Liu Zhengyang was not panicked at all.
The reason why he fought so hard against Mr. Zhuang Mo was just to show it to the young man on the carriage behind him.
As long as you perform well, even if you can't beat him, you can still let your seniors see your attitude.
Therefore, Liu Zhengyang had no reservations and fought hard against Mr. Zhuang.
After more than half an hour, Liu Zhengyang could no longer resist, and was blown away by Zhuang Laomo with a blow. He landed in front of the carriage, spurting blood!
