In today's Beidou Five Regions, if we don't count those big figures who have been in seclusion all year round and do not communicate with the outside world, the total number of powerful first-level figures who are often active will not exceed 300, and active king-level figures are even rarer. I'm afraid it won't exceed a hundred.

You must know that not all of the hundreds of schools in Zhongzhou today have powerful people. Military strategists and the Yin-Yang Sect who have killed Tao kings and even become kings are already the top of the schools. Many of the so-called hundreds of schools have only Several half-step masters from the first level of Xiantai and even monks at the Dragon Transformation Realm were struggling to support him.

Practice is difficult!

Si Xuan looked at this group of powerful people who were quite familiar with each other, and couldn't help feeling a little emotional and regretful in his heart.

If every strong man here were placed in a prosperous age where the great avenue was revealed and spiritual energy was abundant, he would be able to reach the realm of a saint even if he endured hardships.

Take ancient holy places such as Yaochi and Yaoguang in the Eastern Wasteland as examples. What are their criteria for selecting the so-called masters of holy places?

The so-called Holy Lord, only those who have the qualifications to become a saint in their prime years can be the Holy Lord!

Of course Si Xuan would not say anything disappointing about them being born at the wrong time. He had only practiced for more than twenty years in the prosperous age. What qualifications did he have to deny a group of people who had worked hard for hundreds of thousands of years in the withering age?

"Speaking of which, I heard that young master Gu said that the Holy Prince is not very old. I wonder if it is true?" Demon Palace Master suddenly started talking and asked.

Hearing this, many powerful men turned their attention to him. The son of the Taiyin Holy Emperor had a high level of cultivation and unparalleled combat power. Everyone was curious about how long this emperor's son had been practicing.

"I set foot in Xian Er at the age of twenty-two. If I don't count the millions of years sealed in the source, I am now twenty-five years old." Si Xuan picked up a piece of meat with jade chopsticks and put it into his mouth, and made a little joke, Clink glasses with the Demon Palace Master from a distance.

Hearing this, all the powerful men and kings smiled a little. They all knew that Si Xuan's words were self-deprecating, and also hinted that they did not need to compare with their own people a million years ago.

"You are so powerful at the age of twenty-five, so enviable."

Yao Yan, the queen mother of a certain generation in Yaochi Holy Land two or three thousand years ago, stroked her hair full of silver hair and sighed softly.

All the great masters were speechless. This senior female cultivator was not envious of Si Xuan’s cultivation speed, but envied Si The king is really rare.

The white hair of this female monk, who has the possibility of becoming a Dacheng King at any time, cannot hide her twilight years, but in fact, even if she does not practice in Dachengdu, she still has four to five hundred years to live, and the Taoist Killer has a life span of four thousand years. This is no joke.

"It's just that it was easier to practice at that time." Si Xuan said modestly and toasted to senior Yao Yan.

"If a figure like the Holy Prince becomes the Second Immortal in his twenties, then the Northern Emperor in Beiyuan may really have the qualifications to be a young emperor!" A powerful man compressed a Green Luan egg the size of a human head to the size of a fist and ate it. After one sip, he mentioned the other person in amazement.

"Beidi?" Si Xuan swallowed the meat in his mouth. He was deeply impressed by the name in his memory of Samsara Lake. However, this was the first time he heard of this title. He deliberately showed doubts and wanted to hear the great news. can understand him.

"Yes, it's just a young man who has just stepped into Xian Er, and he is called the Young Emperor of Beiyuan." The powerful man obviously came from Beiyuan and sighed.

"I have also heard the legend about Wang Teng, the Northern Emperor. It is said that he was carried away by a white crane when he was born. He once danced with a dragon in a deep pool, and also bathed in the blood of a real dragon. He experienced mysterious and mysterious experiences. I wonder if it is true?"

Jiang Ziming was holding a piece of preserved fruit as crystal clear as jade in his hand. He had obviously heard of Beidi's name and asked.

"Oh, it's all true. Wang Teng's father is the head of the Wang family. He has a small banquet in March and a big banquet every year. Every time, he invites the sects of the aristocratic families in Beiyuan to his home to listen to him talk about "my son"

The story of "Wang Teng has the qualifications to be a great emperor." The head of the Beiyuan family covered his forehead, and that demonic voice rang in his mind.

"It is said that Wang Teng obtained the inheritance of the only great emperor in Beiyuan, which caused chaos in the world. He has just stepped into Xian Er and is on par with the veteran great masters. He is very powerful." Someone else added.

"Beiyuan? Is it the Luangu Emperor?" Jiang Ziming thought for a moment before naming this name that no one had mentioned for a long time.

The great emperor of the ancient times, who has been able to suppress an entire era for hundreds of thousands of years, is said to have failed countless times and shattered his Taoist heart over and over again, but finally stood up and gave birth to an invincible demon child.

It's a pity that the great emperor didn't leave any legacy behind. Even the whereabouts of the emperor's soldiers are unknown and extremely mysterious.

"Since he can obtain such a mysterious ancient emperor's inheritance, I think Wang Teng really has the heroic appearance of the ancient emperor when he was a boy."

Si Xuan recalled what he saw in the Samsara Lake. Wang Teng not only mastered the Ancient Emperor's Scripture, but also obtained the "before" of the Nine Secrets. He even became related to a certain ancient royal family after the ancient clan was born in the future.

They are one of the most outrageous people that Ye Fan has encountered in the past ten years.

"If the words of the Holy Prince reach the ears of Wang Teng's father, I'm afraid he will hold a banquet and tell the story of the Taiyin Holy Emperor's son being ashamed of himself as the young emperor of the Wang family." The powerful one from Beiyuan spoke the most.

smiled.

"So outrageous?" Si Xuan was holding a jade chopstick to hold a piece of meat from a three-legged treasure toad. Hearing these words, his face couldn't help but twitch.

"It's so outrageous. The head of the Wang family has offended a lot of people because of the young emperor of his family!" The great man from Beiyuan finished eating the sizable Qingluan egg and spread his hands after hearing this.

"Thanks to the Northern Emperor who has never been defeated since he was born, the head of the Wang family is so stubborn. I wonder how Wang Teng compares with the Southern Demon and the Western Bodhisattva." Yao Yan took another sip of Star Brewing and said with a smile.

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"It's hard to say. The relationship between Southern Demon Qi Lin and Xi Bodhisattva is not simple."

A group of powerful people chatted with the king about the most popular young generation in the five regions recently. They did not look down on them, because at most two to three hundred years later, those people would all be at least powerful people.

"Everyone, what do you think of the All Saints' second attack on Purple Mountain?" Li Hong put down the chopsticks made of purple jade in his hand and suddenly asked mysteriously.

As soon as these words came out, all the powerful officials stopped talking and focused their attention on the old uncle Jiuli.

"Uncle Li, I think both Guhua and Shenzhou are going, are you tempted too?" The middle-aged emperor of Daxia asked with a smile after hearing this.

"Boy Xia, that is the inheritance of Emperor Wu Shi, are you not tempted?" Li Hong glared and glanced at the middle-aged uncle.

"Not interested. Daxia is not interested either." The imperial uncle of Daxia picked up a piece of silver-shining venison nonchalantly and threw it into his mouth with a smile.

"Well, it is said that this time the Holy Land of the Eastern Wasteland contacted the two great dynasties of Guhua and Shenzhou, and also called many eminent monks and virtuous men from the Western Desert to carve up the Purple Mountain!"

"Yes, I haven't seen such a powerful monk from the Western Desert for more than two hundred years. I'm afraid the major holy places are confident that they can attract those people with pure hearts and few desires."

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Si Xuan watched the powerful men chatting more and more animatedly, and he really couldn't bear to pour cold water on them.

Zishan, that place is really untouchable!

"Is the Holy Prince interested in the imperial soldiers in the Purple Mountain?" A king suddenly spoke, it was the old woman named Grandma Yaoguang.

"To me, all the imperial weapons are inferior to the human emperor's seal!" After saying that, Si Xuan raised his glass again and said loudly:

"If you have any information about the whereabouts of my family's imperial seal, I hope you can tell me about it. If there is no other information, I still have the divine source."

"Hahaha, of course!"
Chapter completed!