Not only that, among the geniuses in Wu Zunjing in the Three Gods Sect, there are people whose talents are no less than Jiang Shenye’s, who also possess the talent of False God.
Of course, to reach the False God Realm is no longer just a question of aptitude, but also factors such as talent, opportunity, and luck.
It can be said that no matter how strong the talent is, no matter how evil, it may not be able to reach the False God Realm.
call out!
In the blink of an eye, a huge spirit sword came to the scene, the light of the sword faded away, and disappeared, leaving only more than ten thousand members of the Three Gods Sect.
Among the disciples of the Three Divine Sects, the leader was a handsome middle-aged man, dressed in white, with fluttering long hair, with a dignified appearance and an extraordinary demeanor.
Even though this man is middle-aged, he still gives the impression of a young handsome man, unparalleled in style, with a smile on his face, which makes people feel like a spring breeze.
“It’s the Sword Master of Freedom!”
“The Xiaoyao Sword Master of the Three Gods Sect actually led the team himself!”
“What a handsome and unrestrained Sword Master!”
Many people shouted out in alarm, this middle-aged man, named Lin Xiaoyao, known as Xiaoyao Sword Master, had a chic and unrestrained life, and his reputation spread far and wide.
The Sword Saint of Freedom was once the dream lover of countless women in the ancient Lingxing River. Even though he is no longer young, he can still fascinate countless women.
“I have seen the Happy Sword Master!”
“I have seen the Happy Sword Master!”
“I’ve seen Senior Xiaoyao!”
Many strong men from big forces saluted Xiaoyao Sword Saint one after another, even Wu Jin and Tang Wan’s tutors were no exception.
Many young female disciples in the faction looked at the Sword Master of Xiaoyao, and thought of the anecdote of Xiaoyao’s passing, they couldn’t help but sparkle in their eyes.
Su Mo looked at the Happy Swordsman, and an intuition told him that this was a natal swordsman, an extremely powerful natal swordsman.
“You are welcome!”
The Sword Master Xiaoyao smiled slightly and waved his sleeves. All the people who saluted felt an invisible force lifting them up.
“Thank you, Happy Sword Master!” Everyone said loudly.
Sword Master Xiaoyao nodded slightly, then turned his head to look at Wu Lun who was not far away, and said with a light smile, “What kind of wind is this today? It actually brought the high priest of the Tianming Star Witch Clan here!”
“Lin Xiaoyao, didn’t you come too!” the high priest said calmly.
“Hey, I have nothing to do, come and observe the level of my disciples!” Xiaoyao Sword Master laughed.
“To each other!” The high priest said quietly, he would not say that he came here to kill a junior of the human race.
Seeing the indifferent expression on the high priest Wu Lun’s face, Sword Master Xiaoyao didn’t want to talk to him anymore. He greeted a group of disciples from the Three Gods Sect, and fell from the sky, landing on a low hill.
People from all major forces scanned the crowd of the Three Divine Sects, and finally their eyes fell on a young man in brocade clothes.
Standing beside the Sword Saint of Freedom, this young man in brocade clothes has a tall and straight figure, a handsome face, and an outstanding temperament. Even compared with the Sword Saint of Freedom, he is not much inferior.
“Jiang Shenye, I heard that you had a problem with your cultivation, so I thought you wouldn’t come!” A young man from the Blackscale clan shouted loudly.
This young man in brocade clothes is none other than the super evildoer of the Three Gods Sect, Jiang Shenye.
Jiang Shenye heard the words, glanced at the youth of the Black Scale Tribe, and said with a light smile: “Small problem, it’s harmless!”
Everyone was a little puzzled when they heard the words. Although Jiang Shenye said something simple, everyone saw that his face was slightly pale. It was obvious that he had just passed through a catastrophe, and he didn’t want to be as relaxed as the other party said.
“That’s good, I won’t see you in five years, I hope you don’t let me down!” said the Blackscale youth loudly.
“Ho ho! Hei Feng, if you want to catch up with me, you still have to work hard!” Jiang Shenye laughed.
This young man from the Black Scale Clan who was talking to Jiang Shenye was named Hei Feng, and he was ranked fourth on the list of true saints. He was considered one of the most powerful geniuses in the entire Guling Galaxy Martial Emperor Realm.
“This time in the true holy world, I will defeat you!” Hei Feng said coldly.
“I am waiting!”
Jiang Shenye smiled slightly and didn’t care. Then he turned his eyes, glanced around, and asked loudly, “Who is Su Mo from Shenwu Academy? Have you come here yet?”
Hearing that Jiang Shenye asked Su Mo, many people’s eyes fell on Su Mo.
Everyone was not surprised that Jiang Shenye wanted to find Su Mo, because normally, the number one on the list of true saints should belong to Jiang Shenye.