“Brother Murong, it’s a pleasure to meet you!”
“Murong Leili, I don’t know how far you have cultivated your law of thunder and lightning?”
As the pride of the ages, Murong Leili is obviously more popular than Han Sheng, and as soon as he landed, many people came forward to chat.
Murong Leili didn’t want to chat with irrelevant people, so after a few polite words, he came to Gongsun Jia.
“Brother Gongsun, what happened last time, I got you in trouble, please don’t blame me!”
Murong Leili clasped his fists at Gongsun Jia. After the opponent was captured last time, he returned to the Ultimate Sword Realm, but later he also knew that the opponent was safe and sound, so he was released by Qin Yu.
“It’s okay, it’s not your fault!” Gongsun Jia shook his head without blaming him.
“Brother Gongsun, if I meet Qin Yu next time, I will definitely beat this person into a dead dog, bring him in front of you, and hand him over to you for punishment!” Murong Leili said in a deep voice. There was a burst of anger.
Not far away, Su Mo naturally heard Murong Leili’s words, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a cold light flickered in them.
“This time, it’s your time of death!” Su Mo thought to himself, if he had the chance, he would definitely kill this person.
He has not devoured the eternal pride of the ages, and this person may be the first one.
Hearing Murong Leili’s words, Gongsun Jia smiled slightly and said: “Brother Murong, don’t worry, this matter is over!”
Gongsun Jia didn’t hold any grudges towards Su Mo, so he didn’t agree with Murong Leili’s words.
“Brother Gongsun, I will give you an explanation!” Murong Leili said solemnly, although Gongsun Jia didn’t seem to hold any grudges, but he must deal with that Qin Yun.
Otherwise, it will be difficult to dispel the hatred in my heart.
“Thank you very much!” Gongsun Jia nodded. Since the other party was kind, he did not refuse.
Afterwards, the two chatted.
Time passed quickly, everyone was waiting, and more and more geniuses gathered in Wandao Sword Tomb.
However, the cultivation base of these geniuses, the highest person, is only a fourth-rank low-level person, and the cultivation base is not too strong.
Although Wan Dao Sword Tomb, warriors within a thousand years old can enter.
However, the average martial artist within a thousand years is only at the third or fourth rank.
Of course, some top evildoers, even eternal arrogance, can reach the seventh, eighth or even ninth rank within a thousand years.
However, these people are basically close to a thousand years old, and they have been to the Wandao Sword Tomb before, or the Wandao Sword Tomb is no longer useful to these people.
Furthermore, those who come here are all sword cultivators, and other martial cultivators generally don’t come here.
Therefore, the people who come to the Wandao Sword Tomb are those who are at the second rank, and those who are high at the fourth rank. Very few stronger people come here.
Time continued to pass, and after a few more days, the geniuses gathered in the Wandao Sword Tomb reached nearly 3,000 people.
Among them, there are no less than 20 Eternal Talents, and all of them are extremely dazzling.
But at this moment, the opening of the Wandao Sword Tomb is already close in sight.
Su Mo sat cross-legged on the edge of the deep pit, and secretly heaved a sigh of relief. He was worried about the arrival of a god-level powerhouse, so it seemed unnecessary to worry.
Not to mention the powerhouses at the level of god kings, even people with fifth-rank cultivation bases, there is not a single one.
“That’s the best!” Su Mo thought to himself, without high-level experts, his safety would be greatly improved.
call out! call out!
At this moment, two sharp piercing sounds resounded through the sky, and there was a figure from each direction in the east and west, coming at the same speed at the same time.
The figure of Dongfang is a woman, wearing an orange dress, with long black hair dancing in the wind.
This woman is tall and tall, with all-round skin, beautiful face, and extremely outstanding temperament, as if she is a fairy of nine days.
The figure of the west is a man in black, tall and thin, with an extremely powerful aura.
But the strange thing is that the real face of this person is hard to see clearly.
It seems that this person’s face is constantly changing, every blink of an eye is a different appearance.
This feeling is extremely strange, as if this person has thousands of forms, and there is no specific appearance at all.
“Heaven punishes Yunmu, Thousand Fantasy Evil Monarch!”