Martial Peak

Named by the saint, among the eight banner masters, a rickety old man walked out, turned and looked down, clenched his fist and coughed lightly, and said: "Good to teach you all to know, as early as ten years ago, the holy son of God taught I was born in a secret, and I have been keeping a low profile and practicing myself in the shrine for these years!"

The whole hall was quiet, followed by an uproar.

Everyone looked at the Sundanese flag master in disbelief. Many people were digesting this sudden news silently, and more people were asking loudly.

"Sigong Banner Master, the Son has long been born, how come I don't even know about this?"

"His Royal Highness, the Son really was born ten years ago?"

"Who is Saint Son? What cultivation base is it now?"

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Those who can stand in the main hall at this time are not the high-level leaders of the gods, and they are all strong in the gods. They are absolutely qualified to understand the many secrets of the gods, but they did not realize that there are some things in the gods. I don't know at all.

Sikong Nan raised his hand slightly, suppressing the noise of the crowd, and said: "Ten years ago, the old man went out on a mission and besieged the powerful Mohist sect, forced to hide under a cliff. When healed his wounds, a young man suddenly appeared. Flying from the sky, he fell in front of the old man. The young man had a shallow cultivation level, and he fell off the cliff at Wanzhang without dying. He was also a fortune-telling man. After the old man was injured, he brought him back to the religion.

At this point, he paused for a while, allowing everyone to digest what he had just said.

Someone whispered: "One day, the sky will crack, and one person will fall from the sky, igniting the glory of light, tearing the blockade of darkness, and defeating the ultimate enemy!" He looked around, his voice became louder and excited: "This Isn't it true that the seal is in line with the words left by the saint?"

"It's not bad, you won't die from falling off the cliff, there must be a source of great blessing here!"

"Isn't this the Son of God?"

"No, the young man fell from the sky, and he did have the preaching, but the preaching also said that the sky is cracked. How do you explain this sentence?"

Sikongnan seemed to have known that someone would ask such a question, so he slowly said, "You don't know, the place where the old man was hiding at the time is called a ray of sky in the terrain!"

The person who asked the question suddenly said, "That's how it is."

If you look up in a terrain like a ray of sky, the gap formed by the cliffs on both sides is indeed like a gap in the sky.

Everything is right!

The words of the first generation of saints left by the scenes of the boy descending from the sky are the signs of the birth of the saint's son!

Sikongnan continued: "As you think, when I saved the boy, I thought of the words left by the first generation of saints. After bringing him back to the religion, the saints summoned several other banner owners. , Opened the dusty place!"

"What's the result?" someone asked, although he knew that the result must be good, he couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

Sikong Nan said: "He passed the test left by the first generation of saints!"

"No doubt it is the Son of God!"

"Hahaha, the Son of God was born ten years ago. I have waited so hard for so many years, and finally waited."

"Now the Mohist puppies have good fruit to eat."

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After everyone vented their hearts, Sikong Nan continued to say: "Ten years of cultivation, the talent, talent, and aptitude shown by the son are all top-notch generations. When the old man rescued him, he was just a young man. It didn't take long for him to start practicing, but now, his strength is no less than that of a banner owner."

Upon hearing this, everyone in the hall was shocked.

The Eight Banner Masters of the Divine Sect and the Eight Commanders of the Mo Sect are both the top powerhouses in the world, but their practice time is not short, ranging from decades to hundreds of years or even longer. Today's height.

But Shengzi actually did it in only ten years, and he was indeed the legendary savior.

Such a person may really be able to break the limits of this world's martial arts, and use his personal might to smooth out the demons of Mojiao.

"The cultivation base of the Saint Child has reached a bottleneck. I originally planned to make the matter of the Saint Child public in a while and let him formally be born, but I don't want such a thing to happen at this juncture." Sikong Nan frowned.

When even someone filled with righteous indignation: "The Son has already been born, and passed the test left by the first generation of saints, then his identity is undoubtedly confirmed. In this case, the guy who has not yet entered the city must be a fake No doubt."

"The Mohism's methods are as despicable as before. Over the years, they have repeatedly used the prophetic omen to intervene in the divine religion, but they have never succeeded. It seems that they can't remember a lesson."

Someone walked out, clasped their fists and said, "Your Royal Highness, all the banner owners, please allow your subordinates to take people out of the city and kill the Xiao Xiao who pretends to be a holy son and blasphemes my gods, in order to behave like you!"

More than one person said this, and several others jumped out to lead people out of the city and intercept and kill those who pretended to be Saint Son.

The Lizi banner owner snorted: "If the news is not leaked, kill it, but now the news is already known to everyone in the city. All the churches are looking forward to it. Go and kill them now. How to explain to the congregation?"

There was a protector who said: "But the holy son is a fake."

Li Ziqi said: "Everyone here knows that the person is a fake. What about ordinary congregants? They don't know, they only know that the legendary savior will enter the city tomorrow!"

The master of Gen Ziqi patted his fat belly, and smiled: "You really can't kill like this, otherwise the impact will be too great." He paused, and his eyes narrowed slightly: "You guys have thought about it, how did this news go? Come out?" He turned his head and looked at a woman among the Eight Banner Masters: "Sister Guan, you Duiziqi is in charge of the internal and external intelligence of the gods. Should this matter be investigated?"

Guan Miaozhu, the owner of the Duizi flag, nodded and said: "I ordered people to check the news as soon as it spread. The source of this news came from a deacon named Zuo Wuyou under Zhenzi. It seems that he discovered it when he was on a mission outside. Shengzi, brought him back, and gathered a group of people outside the city to let those people release the news. The whole city is known to have caused trouble."

"Zhenzi, Zuo Wuyou!" The banner owner of Gen Zi thought a little, "I've heard the name vaguely." He turned his head to look at the owner of Zhen Ziqi, and then said: "If you are not mistaken, Zuo Wuyou is qualified. Yes, sooner or later, I can be promoted to the Ascension Realm."

The owner of the Zhenzi Banner said indifferently: "What do you fat guys care about so much for my people?"

The banner owner with the word Gen character smiled: "They are all disciples of the gods. As the master of the first banner, shouldn't I care about it?"

"Let's come back, in the past few years, the elites of the various subordinates have been poached by you. I warn you, to lessen the ideas of my disciples."

The banner owner of the Gen character looked sad: "There is no way, I have always been responsible for the charge of the Gen character flag, and every time I fight against the Mohism, I will suffer damages. I have to find a way to replenish the manpower."

The owner of the Zhenzi banner hummed and said: "Zuo Wuyou is indeed under my Zhenzi. He has no father and no mother. He has grown up in the religion since he was a child. He has been loyal to the religion, and is straightforward and heroic. I am ready to wait. After he was promoted to the Immortal Ascension Boundary, he was promoted to protect the Dharma, Zuo Wuyou shouldn't have any problems, unless he was contaminated by the power of Mo and distorted his xinxing."

Li Ziqi said: "Zuo Wuyou is also a bit impressed. He doesn't seem to be a man who can play tricks."

"In that case, it was the generation who pretended to be a saint child, who let Zuo Wuyou call up people to spread the news."

"Why did he do this?"

Everyone was incomprehensible. Since that guy is a fake, why everyone who has the courage to do this is known to everyone? Is he not afraid of someone confronting him?

Suddenly, a person hurriedly came from outside. After seeing the saint and all the banner owners, he came to the Lizi banner owner and said something in a low voice.

Li Ziqi's main face was cold, and he asked: "Are you sure?"

The man clasped his fist and said, "I saw it with my own eyes!"

The owner of the Lizi flag nodded slightly, waved his hand, and the man bowed back.

"What's the situation?" asked the banner owner with the word Gen.

The owner of the Lizi Banner turned around, saluted the saint who was in the first place, and said: "His Royal Highness, after receiving the news from the Lizi Banner, I ordered people to go to the manor outside the city where Zuo Wuyou once settled, and wanted to go first. One step took control of Zuo Wuyou and the generation of fake saints, but someone seemed to have taken a step first, and now that manor has been destroyed."

The banner owner of Gen Zi raised his brows and was surprised: "Did someone secretly attack them?"

Above, the saint asked: "Where is Zuo Wuyou and the person who impersonates the saint son?"

Li Ziqi said: "The manor is in ruins, with no traces of blood and fighting. It seems that Zuo Wuyou and the generation of fake saints have moved ahead of time."

"Oh?" The banner owner of Kun character who has been silent for a long time opened his eyes slowly, and a playful smile appeared on his face: "This is really interesting. A generation of impersonating saint children will not only spread his generals in the city. With the news of Yu entering the city tomorrow, he had a foreboding danger and moved the hiding place ahead of time. This guy is not easy."

"Who wants to kill him?"

"No matter who wants to kill him, now it seems that the environment he is in is not safe, so he will spread the news and make everyone aware of his affairs, so that those who are hostile to him can be bullied! "

"So, he will definitely enter the city tomorrow! No matter who he is, what is the purpose of pretending to be a holy son, as long as he enters the city, we can take him down, so we can question him!"

Several banner owners, you and I have a sentence, will soon conclude the matter!

It's just that Zuo Wuyou and the generation of fake saint children will actually cause the inexplicable murderous intent of the strong. Someone wants to attack and kill them outside the city. This is a bit puzzled. I don't know what enemies they provoke.

"How long is it from dawn?" the saint above asked.

"It's been less than an hour, Your Highness." Someone replied.

The saint nodded: "In that case, the lord of the Li flag and the lord of the horse flag."

Li Feiyu, the owner of the Li flag, and Ma Chengze, the owner of the Gen flag, immediately stepped forward and said in unison: "Subordinates are here."

The saint said: "You two, go to the city gate and wait, wait for Zuo Wuyou and the person who impersonated the saint son to show up, and bring them here.

"Yes!" The two of them responded like this, and walked out of the hall.