Chapter 1563 The hero is not young, and the strength is not high or low!
quiet.
Deathly silence.
Everyone looked at me and I looked at you, and couldn't help but hesitate.
If they were allowed to assist Shen Chenfeng, no one would object.
But they were naturally extremely reluctant to ask them to help a little baby who was just over a month old.
"What's wrong?"
"We are all our own people. If you have any opinions, feel free to put them forward."
Shen Chenfeng glanced around and asked coldly.
"Master Shen, although your son is extremely talented, he is still young after all."
"If we let him take charge of the entire Lingwu Continent, I'm afraid there will be a lot of discomfort. I would like to ask Mr. Shen to take back his life."
Master Wuji groaned, stepped forward and said with cupped hands.
"Yes, Mr. Shen."
"Although your master's cultivation is good, it is not enough to conquer the entire Lingwu Continent."
"What's more, he was only born for more than a month, how can he take on such a big responsibility?"
The people in the main hall immediately started talking.
"Just be quiet."
Shen Chenfeng tapped the table with his fingers, suppressing everyone's voices, and then asked with a chuckle: "You said that my son is young, and I, Shen Chenfeng, admit it. But I just heard that you said that my son's strength is not enough. To conquer the world?"
"good."
Master Wuji took a deep breath, strode out, and said: "Master Shen, I have no ill intentions towards you. But your strength is really too low. Not to mention convincing the entire Lingwu Continent, even everyone present. I’m afraid I can’t even convince you.”
"yes."
"It's just a realm of gods, not even as good as my disciples."
"How can he conquer the entire Lingwu Continent with his little cultivation?"
At the beginning, people were relatively polite.
But when they saw the martial arts masters coming forward to oppose, the practitioners in the sect's holy land couldn't help but become bolder.
"Really?"
Shen Chenfeng was not angry either, and looked sideways at Shen Lingwu.
When he saw Shen Lingwu nodding, he couldn't help but chuckle and said lightly: "In this case, if any of you are dissatisfied, you might as well stand up and compete with me, Wu'er. If Wu'er loses, I will take it back. What do you think of what I just said?"
"Brother!"
Ao Sheng was shocked and wanted to say something.
Shen Chenfeng stopped him with his eyes, then looked at everyone in the hall and said, "Which one of you will come first?"
"Junior Shen Lingwu, I would like to ask my seniors for advice."
Shen Lingwu took one step forward, exuding a faint aura.
"Mr. Shen, I don't think it's necessary?"
"Although your master is extremely talented, his training time is too short after all. He only has the strength of the Celestial Realm. How can he be our opponent?"
Headmaster Wuji made eye contact with several people around him, and couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.
"A hero is not in his youth, nor in his strength."
"Although Wu'er is young, you may not be his opponent."
Shen Chenfeng smiled, without explaining, and said: "As I said, if Wu'er loses, I will take back what I just said. But if Wu'er wins, I hope that after Wu'er ascends the throne, you can do your best to assist him. he."
"Everyone, who do you want to challenge?"
Shen Chenfeng looked deeply at the people in the hall again.
"Ziwu, you go."
"Remember, you must not hurt His Highness."
Master Wuji thought for a while and said to a dark-skinned young man next to him.
"As commanded."
Ziwu took a step forward, exuding an incomparable surging aura, raised his hands and saluted: "Your Highness, I am a disciple of the inner sect of Wuji Immortal Sect, named Ziwu. I am now at the seventh level of the Celestial Realm. Please welcome me, Your Highness." Please give me some advice."
As he spoke, he waved his hand casually.
Whoosh!
A flying sword filled with cold light suddenly shot out.
However.
Shen Lingwu looked at the flying sword, which was only a spiritual weapon, and then at Ziwu, who had a fighting spirit on his face. He couldn't help but shook his head and said in a calm tone: "You are no match for me."
"What?"
Ziwu was furious. Although he only had the strength of the Celestial Realm, he was not an ordinary inner disciple, but the illegitimate son of Master Wuji, who had mastered many of Wuji Immortal Sect's unique skills.
Not to mention the Celestial Phantasm Realm, even the masters of the Guiyi Realm were not afraid at all.
But now, he was humiliated by a young boy who had just broken through to the Celestial Realm.
"Your Highness, Mr. Shen just said that."
"A hero is not in his youth, nor in his strength."
"Now that we haven't fought yet, you dare to speak so brazenly that I am not your opponent. Isn't it too arrogant?"
Ziwu snorted coldly, then a cold light flashed in his eyes, and said: "Since His Highness is so confident in his own strength, why don't you come and take a move from me."
"Great Thunder Sound Swordsmanship!"
boom!
Before the sound could be heard, the flying sword shot out towards Shen Lingwu like thunder.
Shen Lingwu's expression remained motionless and his brows were calm.
He faced the ferocious flying sword. Instead of avoiding it, he took the initiative to meet it.
"Your Highness!"
"Hurry and get out of the way."
Seeing this scene, Ao Sheng couldn't help but exclaimed.
However, Shen Lingwu ignored it.
Poof!
There was a muffled sound.
Under everyone's horrified gaze, the flying sword of spiritual weapon level pierced Shen Lingwu's chest fiercely.
In an instant, the space suddenly became silent.
No one expected that this would be the result.
Even Ziwu himself couldn't help but look dull.
"Ziwu, you are so brave, how dare you hurt His Highness!"
"You traitor, see if I don't kill you!"
Headmaster Wuji was the first to react. He was afraid that Shen Chenfeng would be angry, so he couldn't help but rush to Ziwu, raised his hand like a leaf fan, and shouted hard towards the door in front of Ziwu.
but.
Just when the palm was about to fall, a slender palm gently blocked Master Wuji.
"Knives and guns have no eyes, fists and feet are ruthless."
"This brother didn't do it on purpose. Why should Master Wuji be angry?"
Shen Lingwu, the master of Wuji, has an expression on his palm that is full of indifference.
However, Master Wuji was filled with horror in his heart.
Although he only used one ten thousandth of his strength in this palm. But as a master of the Tribulation Realm, he could easily kill a cultivator of the Celestial Phantasm Realm with just one finger.
However, his powerful palm was easily blocked by Shen Lingwu.
He couldn't help but feel horrified.
Is this Shen Lingwu really only at the realm of celestial phenomena?
"Are you okay?"
Shen Lingwu turned around and looked at Ziwu who looked frightened.
"I'm fine."
Ziwu shook his head, looked at Shen Lingwu in shock, and said: "Your Highness, you..."
"Don't worry, I'm fine too."
Shen Lingwu casually waved his hand and took out the flying sword from his chest.
But what is surprising is that there is no injury on his chest.
"How is this possible?"
Ziwu's eyes widened in an instant and he asked subconsciously: "Your Highness, I clearly saw that the sword stabbed you in the chest. But why was there no injury on your body?"
