Feng Chuang is the reincarnation of the God King in the God Realm, so he can see Murong Chen's true body. Murong Chen is not an ordinary human warrior, but a dragon clan with pure bloodline with standard standards. However, in a strict sense, the dragon clan belongs to the monster clan and cannot awaken his martial arts talent.

How did Murong Chen do it?

The boy in white in front of him was too magical. Feng Chuang also had a strange feeling in his heart, that is, Murong Chen would definitely become his old enemy, not to mention the red fox, it was Murong Chen's battle pet.

The third eye on the forehead of the three-pupil Tianhu, the Eye of Heavenly Punishment, flashed and Feng Chuang saw it very clearly.

Zixiao Zhenren was very anxious. Judging from the current situation, Luo Yu, the head of Ziyang Sect, must meet Lin Qingyang, but Lin Qingyang is practicing in seclusion and cannot leave the Temple of the Martial God. If Luo Yu insists on meeting, what should he do?

Elder Qingshan and Elder Yang were also anxious, and there was no way.

Luo Yu's face changed and his voice was cold, "I'm here, Wushengdian visits in person. It's been so long, why haven't Lin Qingyang appeared yet?

What kind of gift is he preparing for me?

I really want to see what kind of gifts can this overlord of the Southern Continent prepare for me?

I came here today, and I prepared gifts for the Temple of the Martial God!”

Luo Yu had his own idea. He took Feng Chuang to the Temple of Martial God, mainly to kill the famous Zixiao Zhenren of Martial God. He smiled slightly and tried his best to hide his inner tension and fear, because he knew that the young man in a golden robe in front of him was also a very talented person with talent for martial arts cultivation. If Luo Yu takes action now, he will have no way to compete with Elder Yang and Elder Qingshan.

Elder Sheep moved his nose twice, and looked at Luo Yu in front of him, with a strange expression.

When Murong Chen saw Zixiao, he didn't say anything, and was worried about Luo Yu, and saw his thoughts.

As the head of Ziyang Sect, Luo Yu has experienced many battles and experienced many things. If he really discovers it, the current Martial God Temple is now.

It's very empty, so it's a big trouble.

Murong Chen smiled and said, "President Luo, what's the point of doing?"

Before Luo Yu could speak, Feng Chuang said, "I came to Wusheng Store today to challenge His Highness Wushen Sheng as the leader."

The head of the Lord of the Martial God.

There are basically people who have chosen the next head of the Martial God Temple, which is Lin Qingyang's third son, the youngest son, Lin Zhen! Lin Zhen is very talented and a martial arts nerd. He listened to Lin Qingyang's words since he was a child. He has been working very hard in martial arts cultivation and has also made some achievements. Now he is a warrior in the Yaoxing Realm and will soon break through to the Silver Moon Realm! But later, Lin Zhen's cultivation stagnated, which made the people in the Martial God Temple skeptical about the future leader. Lin Zhen himself was also very puzzled why his cultivation stagnated.

The disciples of the Wushen Temple had already told Lin Zhen about the incident that Luo Yu, the head of Ziyang Sect, came to the Wushen Temple.

Lin Zhen did not come directly to the Wushen Peak, but went to pay homage to his father! Lin Zhen himself knew that the people from Ziyang Gate had been peeping at the Martial Saint Temple.

In fact, Luo Yu, the head of Ziyang Sect, came in person. The only one who could deal with Luo Yu was his father Lin Qingyang. Lin Zhen came outside the jade cave where his father was in seclusion and practiced.

After hesitating for a long time, I still knocked on the white jade door.

"Father, Ziyang Sect, the head of Luo Yu, has come to the bottom of Wushen Peak!"

After saying this, Lin Zhen regretted it again because his father was in seclusion and practiced, he repeatedly told him not to disturb himself without any last resort.

Lin Qingyang is practicing in seclusion in order to overcome the small heavenly thunder tribulation! He practices in seclusion and comprehend a supreme technique that can increase the strength of the body many times.

Lin Zhen saw that his father Lin Qingyang did not come out of the Baiyu Cave.

A man quickly rushed down from the Temple of the Martial God.

I saw from afar, Zixiao Zhenren, Elder Qingshan and others! The Supreme Elder has been out of seclusion for more than ten years! In such a thing, the Supreme Elder will not move at all unless, Ziyang Sect, the head of Luo Yu, enters the Temple of the Martial God.

Luo Yu laughed, "Hahaha! I really didn't expect that your Martial God Temple is so unbearable that you are not worthy of becoming our Ziyang Sect's opponents!"

Zixiao Zhenren said: "Luo Yu, don't be rude!"

"Can you do it?"

You can tell by comparing it!”

Luo Yu pointed at Feng Chuang, "This is us, Ziyang Sect, the next head of Feng Chuang! I heard that the head of the Martial God Temple is Lin Qingyang's third son Lin Zhen!?

Since that's the case, why didn't Lin Zhen show up?"

"You can see our third son as soon as you say you can see him!"

Zixiao Zhenren argued.

Feng Chuang's eyes were cold and he looked at Murong Chen. In Feng Chuang's eyes, the elders were no problem at all. Although his martial arts cultivation is not very high now, if he wants to escape, these people have no way to deal with him.

I can just take out a lot of martial arts and techniques from the divine world, but I don’t know how much more skillful they are from the Wuyang Continent.

Feng Chuang now has all the memories of his previous life.

The most powerful thing in the event is his physical body. The strength of his physical body is so hard that these people can hurt him now.

"The head of the Martial God Temple is closed and he is a turtle shrouded!"

Feng Chuang's eyes were extremely arrogant. In Feng Chuang's eyes, except for Murong Chen, the rest of the people were not worth mentioning at all. "I didn't expect that Lin Qingyang's son was also a turtle with a head-shrinking turtle!"

"Hahaha!"

Luo Yu laughed, "That's right, everyone in the Martial God Temple is a turtle shrunk!"

At this moment, a sword sound came from the sky! A figure flew over.

"Don't be rude and make a fuss in my Martial God Temple!"

Lin Zhen swung his arm and waved his sword with great strength.

The sword in Lin Zhen’s hand turned out to be a small god weapon! “Little god weapon!”

The three-pupil Tianhu looked at the sword in Lin Zhen's hand and exclaimed.

Lin Zhen is worthy of being the head of the Martial Saint, nor is he Lin Qingyang's youngest son. He is holding a small god weapon in his hand.

The little god weapon corresponds to the small heaven realm of the warrior.

Lin Zhen’s cultivation has not yet reached the Silver Moon Realm. If he has a superb divine weapon in his hand, it is already very good, but the sharp sword in Lin Zhen’s hand is actually a small divine weapon.

“Who is coming?

I'm Lin Zhen!"

Lin Zhen held the little divine weapon in his hand, and the third was a long sword, and he ran away with one sword! This sword was very fast! He did not hesitate to Feng Chuang's throat.

The power of the little divine weapon is really very powerful! If it were an ordinary super-grade divine weapon below the level of the magic weapon, it would definitely not be able to withstand the attack of the sharp sword in Lin Zhen's hand.

Feng Chuang looked at Lin Zhen, and just glanced at him, and he didn't sweat much. He sighed silently because he found that Lin Zhen was poisoned, which was a chronic poison, which would prevent him from continuing his cultivation, improving and breaking through! Such a person is the head of the Lord of the Martial God Saint, which is really sad and ridiculous.

Feng Chuang moved slightly and stretched out a finger.

Zheng... Lin Zhen's body was suspended in the air, and the long sword in his hand was controlled by a finger stretched out by Feng Chuang, so he could not move forward half a step.

The sword energy of the long sword in Lin Zhen's hand slowly spread, layer by layer, and was shattered.

Elder Qingshirt and Elder Sheep, their eyes widened.

Unexpectedly, this young man with a blonde hair and a golden dragon robe was so powerful. He used just one finger to hit the little divine weapon and a three-foot long sword in Lin Zhen’s hand! Moreover, this young man with a blonde hair is called Feng Chuang, and his martial arts cultivation is only true martial arts realm! Lin Zhen has already stepped into the Silver Moon realm with one foot! This is incredible.

Feng Chuang waved his hand gently, and a layer of golden ripples came over! "Ah!"

Lin Zhen blew blood on his mouth and flew backwards like a kite with a broken string.

This time, Lin Zhen was seriously injured, and the sword of the little divine weapon in his hand fell off.

The speed was too fast in an instant, and Zixiao Zhenren didn't react.

"It's really trash! Such a person can still become the leader of the God of War! Fighting with you will make my hands dirty!"

Feng Chuang waved his hand and felt very boring. The next leader of the Martial God Trial was too easy to be defeated. Feng Chuang never had any. When he met his opponent, he was on the Beida Road. He didn't know how many geniuses he had stepped on and how many martial arts monsters he killed. He had no opponent, which made Feng Chuang feel very empty inside.

While practicing, Feng Chuang asked, Luo Yu, the head of Ziyang Sect, to go to the Southern Continent Wushen Temple and touch the background of Wushen Temple.

Feng Chuang felt particularly disappointed by the battle just now. He imagined the Martial God Temple too powerful.

"Young Master!"

Zixiao Zhen looked at Lin Zhen floating in the air. Now there was nothing he could do. Lin Zhen was destined to fall heavily to the ground.

Elder Qingshan and Elder Yang looked nervous because they both knew that it was too late to leave now.

Feng Chuang's move was very fast, and the golden ripples were less than a blink of an eye from the attack to the end.

Murong Chen stepped on the dragon step, and the dragon's wings shook slightly.

When he came to Lin Zhen in an instant, Lin Zhen was still vomiting blood, and it seemed that he was seriously injured.

Murong Chen took a few more steps to the Dragon Walk and grabbed Lin Zhen's shoulder.

After landing on the ground, Lin Zhen's face turned pale and his robe was covered with his own blood. "Thank you, thank you! Thank you brother Murong!"

How did Lin Zhen call himself brother?

Murong Chen was not clear at all, and he didn't know that when Murong Chen announced the list, Lin Zhen was hiding among his disciples outside the sect, and had long been attracted by Murong Chen's confidence and persistence.

Although Lin Zhen is the head of the Martial God Temple and is about to take over, because his elder and second brothers have always encouraged him, Lin Zhen has no friends around him and the elders and the Martial God Temple are not many addresses.

If he wants to successfully take over the Temple of the Martial God and become the leader, Lin Zhen felt that he should make more disciples of the Temple of the Martial God and continuously develop and strengthen his strength. Only in this way can he compete with his elder brother and second brother.

"Take good care!"

Murong Chen handed Lin Zhen over to the Qingshan Elder.

Feng Chuang was even more sure of his judgment. Murong Chen was definitely a dragon clan. What he had just used should be a footwork of the dragon clan. Feng Chuang didn't recognize this body technique, but Feng Chuang was very impressed by the white wings and the dragon god wings that Murong Chen had just used.

If Murong Chen hadn't caught Lin Zhen in the air and was about to fall to the ground quickly, Lin Zhen would have died long ago.

Lin Zhen's internal organs were all damaged to varying degrees by Feng Chuang's golden ripples.
To be continued...