Although these famous saint emperors did not show obvious contempt for the arrival of Chen Xuan and other casual cultivators, they could also see their attitude and were disdainful to be with casual cultivators.
At this time, more than a dozen sect holy emperors were surrounding a handsome man with a dragon-shaped sword hanging on his waist, and he vaguely regarded this man as his respect.
The man with this sword has a strong aura. His aura suppressed many powerful people of the same level beside him. He was full of stars holding the moon. At first glance, he was born in a top corpus.
"Is this person the kendo holy emperor Fan Ming, who has become famous in Wangchuanzhou in recent years?"
Hong Tan, who is knowledgeable, immediately recognized the identity of the man wearing a sword, and was immediately surprised, "I heard that Fan Ming's sword technique made the sword master superb, and he can be called the strongest sword cultivator of the seventh Origin universe. I
I thought I could only see him in the next Immortal Ascension Competition, but I didn’t expect that this person’s breakthrough speed would be so fast..." "Fan Ming?
Is it the little sword saint who has killed three evil dragons in Xiaojihai in recent years and is famous all over the world?"
Qingquanzi was also shocked. He never expected that such a stunning and stunning figure would also come to participate in the Ascension Competition.
Shouldn’t it be taken away by a top sword sect in the Immortal World long ago?
Seeing that Hong Tan and Qing Quanzi reacted so much, Chen Xuan looked at the man wearing a sword named Fan Ming and couldn't help but be slightly surprised.
He could see that Fan Ming was still very young, at least among a group of high-level saint emperors, this "little sword saint" was the youngest.
Around him, a saint emperor with older qualifications than Fan Ming, surrounded by Fan Ming, as if he was half a head shorter than Fan Ming, and some even flattered and flattered him.
"I really didn't expect that the famous little sword saint would participate in this competition. Fellow Daoist Fan, you must have locked in a promotion place. This puts a lot of pressure on us."
A sage emperor with a beard smiled and said.
The famous saints around him also laughed together.
"Yes, Little Sword Saint, you must be qualified to be recommended. Do you want to compete with the heroes of the world before ascending to the fairy world?"
Seeing so many people curious, Fan Ming spoke with a calm attitude: "The Immortal Sect above my sect is not specializing in swordsmanship, so I plan to choose a top level in the fairy world in this Immortal Ascension Competition.
If the Sword Sect is a disciple, if you don’t participate, how can those Sword Immortals seniors know my sword skills?”
"I see."
Everyone couldn't help but realize it.
At the same time, I thought to myself that a real strong man is full of confidence and can choose any top-level immortal sect to become a disciple at will, without considering whether the immortal sect in his own sect would agree.
In fact, the few famous saint emperors present who were qualified to be admitted also had the same idea as Fan Ming.
They look down on the strength of the Immortal Sect that governs their own sects and want to join the stronger Immortal Sect.
Moreover, they are in famous sects and it is easy to find out the news about the fairy world.
When they learned that the great turmoil in the fairy world was about to come, these holy emperors of course wanted to rely on a stronger backer.
Just as the famous saints were chatting and laughing, the crowd suddenly made a way out and walked out of an arrogant true immortal, which was the one Chen Xuan had dealt with.
"Mr. Gao is here."
"I've seen Gao Daren."
Whether it is the famous saint emperor or the casual cultivator, they all respectfully salute Gao Daren.
Chen Xuan didn't expect that the true immortal Gao of Langhuan Fairy Sect, who ruled the Fentian Sect, would appear in Yunmengzhou.
Among the many powerful Saint Emperors, Fan Ming was not as respectful and restrained as others, and just nodded slightly.
And Mr. Gao obviously came for Fan Ming.
"Little Sword Saint, all the immortals of our Langhuan Fairy Sect heard that you came to participate in this Immortal Ascension Competition and are very optimistic about you. You must be the first place in this competition."
After hearing what Master Gao said, Fan Ming said humbly: "This session is the most competitive in history. The participants can be said to be hidden and hiding. I can only keep the top three, but it is hard to say the first one."
"Why should the little sword saint be modest?
As one of the referees of this competition, I have counted the ages of the participants. More than 100 holy emperors, including famous disciples and casual cultivators, there are only three people under 10,000 years old, among which are
Little Sword Saint you."
As soon as Master Gao said this, all the listeners were surprised and uproared.
With so many genius holy emperors and hidden monsters gathered together, there are only three people who are less than 10,000 years old?
These three people are definitely the monsters among the monsters.
In fact, it is normal to think about it. Even in the Origin Universe, there are still very few peerless geniuses who can be promoted to a holy emperor above the seventh level within 10,000 years, and each one is a rare existence.
Starting from the level of the Saint King, the years of cultivation are counted in epochs. One epoch can be as short as millions of years, and it can be as long as hundreds of millions of years. Most of the Saint Kings can't see the threshold of the Saint Emperor even after tens of millions of years of retreat.
The Holy Emperor level also needs to practice from the first level to the ninth level, and the time spent in this is another billion years.
Therefore, the Holy Emperor who broke through the seventh and eighth level within 10,000 years can be called a young man, and his rareness is almost the same in more than a dozen origin universes.
"Master Gao, are you sure there are only three people?"
Fan Ming was a little disappointed when he heard this number.