The Third Prince heard someone casually mention the fact that he had defeated Luo Xue and his little sister.
Unbelievable.
They looked at the mortal in front of them in disbelief.
However, in the next moment, Shen Ba and Shen Ying came to a realization.
If he was really a mortal, how could he have the courage and strength to face the three of them?
While the God sized up Zuoqiu Heng, he also released his aura.
No matter how his aura changed, the other party remained indifferent and did not release any aura to resist.
It was as if the other party ignored his aura.
It was as if his aura did not detect the other party's existence.
The God closed his eyes and sensed with his mind. He was even more shocked because he really did not detect the other party's existence.
It was as if the other party was an ordinary blade of grass or an inconspicuous stone.
But it was such an ordinary thing that gradually gave him a great deal of pressure.
"Kong Ming Deity, please enlighten me."
After an unknown period of time, the God opened his eyes and cupped his fists.
Zuoqiu Heng also cupped his fists and said with a smile, "Shall we go somewhere else?"
Shen Ba and Shen Ying looked at each other in shock as they watched the God and Zuoqiu Heng leave.
"How can there be such a person?"
"Luo Xue and little sister really lost?"
"Impossible. This kind of news can't be hidden!"
...
The two were hesitating about whether they should go find Shen Wushuang when the God appeared.
They looked at the God with eyes full of disbelief.
The God's mouth was bleeding, his divine robe was torn, his face was pale, and his eyes were dazed.
"God …"
The God murmured, "I lost."
How long had it been?
Shen Ba and Shen Ying were dumbfounded.
"132 moves …" the God murmured.
The two gulped when they heard that.
132 moves …
If they forced themselves to accept this unbelievable fact, they would be able to accept it.
"He gave me 100 moves …"
The two felt as if they were struck by lightning.
"How is this possible?"
"Even Luo Xue couldn't do that!"
The God gradually came to his senses and shook his head. "We're both at the peak of the Undying Celestial level, and our cultivation levels aren't that far apart. However, I feel powerless when facing him …"
"How is this possible?"
Shen Ying could not believe that there was an existence in the same realm that could make a god feel powerless!
Shen Ba laughed in disbelief and said, "You look just like a mortal. Deity, you …"
Before he finished speaking, the deity's divine eyes suddenly became clear, bursting with a resplendent light!
"I know. The key is his mortal aura!"
The Great Witch 6.
A group of traveling merchants.
Xie Tian was in a daze.
He was in a trance because of the old witch's words.
After confirming that the old witch was not trying to fool him, Xie Tian fell into a trance.
"Cultivation, life …"
With his intelligence, he could easily understand the meaning of the old shaman's words and agree with her.
He used the heart of cultivation to study the stone carvings.
Since the age of twelve, he had been thinking about everything with the attitude of a cultivator and putting it into practice.
This method was the only way for him to become stronger, and it was also a shortcut.
His wish was fulfilled, and he became extraordinarily strong.
But now, an old witch who was not good at fighting and only knew how to sculpt had told him that he was wrong.
He wanted to retort.
Diligence.
Hard work.
Complete focus on food and sleep.
Positive thinking.
Use what he learned.
Daily reflection and enlightenment.
Summary of experience.
Perseverance.
Neither arrogance nor rashness.
Neither anger nor discouragement.
Bravely moving forward.
…
From the perspective of an outsider, Xie Tian summed up his attitude toward cultivation.
He felt that no matter what he did, he would at least do better with these attitudes.
But when he thought of the old witch who was not even willing to look at the stone carvings, Xie Tian felt that he was really wrong.
Because of this, he gave up on retorting.
So he started to think about what life was.
"Life …"
Muttering the two words, Xie Tian suddenly felt that he seemed to be too far away from life.
What was even more ridiculous was that it seemed that the first twelve years of his life, which were the most miserable in his life, could be associated with this word.
After the age of twelve, he began to cultivate and set foot on the path of killing.
Until now, he was numb to killing and killing immortals.
In his memories, if it wasn't killing, it was cultivating. If it wasn't cultivating, it was scheming. If it wasn't scheming, it was killing …
Xie Tian mourned for the monotony of his life for a while, then his bloody eyes regained clarity, and he looked around.
He did not have a life, so he used his eyes to see what life was.
In the caravan, tame desolate beasts pulled the carts forward, crunching and crunching.
The little wimps were full of energy, fighting and fighting, crying when they lost, excited when they won.
The old people had serene expressions, sometimes looking at the little wimps with gentle gazes, sometimes looking at the youngsters, sighing, as if they were saying that they were once young.
The women were frowning as they muttered something to themselves, looking like they were calculating something.
The warriors were arrogant, sweeping their sharp gazes around, occasionally looking back, as if they saw their own family, their gazes would become slightly gentle.
The leaders were frowning, looking at the elites at the back of the tribe, sighing, as if they had encountered eight lifetimes of bad luck.
There were also some who were skilled in craftsmanship sitting on the carts, their hands quickly weaving something, at the same time chatting with the people around them.
The old witch walked slowly, holding a knife in one hand, holding a stone in the other, casually carving.
Finished watching.
Listen.
"Wu, wu …"
The cries of the tame desolate beasts seemed to be complaining about the hardships of life, and also seemed to be muttering about not having enough to eat.
"Big Horn, if you're a man, come out and fight with me, what's the big deal about bullying my little brother!"
"Let's fight, Baishi, don't think that I, Big Horn, am afraid of you!"
The little wimps wished for the whole world to be in chaos.
"Heh, this Big Horn, hair not fully grown, such a bad temper …"
"Hehe, he's just like his father."
"Sigh, back then, didn't we all live like this? Now we're old, old …"
"Old Mao, old Mao, who was the one who ate half a desolate beast in one go yesterday, still so shameless at such an old age?"
The old people liked to reminisce, and were used to teasing.
"Sigh, I didn't get enough salt at the back of the tribe, I wonder if I can get enough at the next tribe …"
"Damn it, I finally earned some money to buy some cloth, but he took it to drink. Outsiders can't take care of him, when we return, hmph …"
"Big Horn's wife, Big Horn is so strong, what do you usually feed him?"
"Yo, Baishi's mother, this is our Horn tribe's secret, you can't say it …"
The women were either haggling over every ounce, or chattering away.
"Hey, who is that little body cultivator?"
"How would I know, he's like a god of plague, pestering me the moment I arrived at the market, wanting me to teach him stone carving …"
"You taught him?"
"How could that be, this is something used to eat, but I didn't refuse, only letting him watch. Heh, let me tell you, his wine tastes really good, and it's strong enough, but I lied to him …"
"The older he gets, the more shameless he gets, not teaching skills, and even scamming others for food and drink!"
"Sigh, if he's really suitable, why wouldn't I teach him? But look at him, don't you have a feeling that he doesn't fit in? "
"Oh, he really is …"
"That's right, even if I wanted to teach this kind of person, he wouldn't be able to learn, he's completely different from us … Aiyo, my stomach hurts, let's talk later, let's take a dump first …"
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