Reborn 80,000 Years

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"You choose it yourself."

Ren Jian stood with his hand in his hand, his tone relaxed, as if he had said a trivial thing.However, what he said changed the expression of Jiang Chixin below, which was extremely ugly in an instant.

The one who killed Jiang Yue?

Isn't that Yang Chen!

"You dream!" Jiang Chi said coldly: "I can't agree to this matter. Go back!"

For Jiang Chixin, Yang Chen is now his benefactor, how can he push Yang Chen to the edge?

After hearing these words, Ren Jian's face suddenly became a little cold, his eyes filled with disdain, and he sneered: "Just ants, dare you to disobey me?"

"You should be the strongest existence in this dynasty?" Ren Jian murmured, not knowing whether he was asking Jiang Chixin or talking to himself.

And when the two confronted each other, a lot of warriors had gathered in the imperial capital below.

"This person... is here to look for Master Yang." Luo Qingling frowned, his eyes suddenly showed worry, and then looked at Luo Lao beside him and said: "Grandpa, this mountain sect is a third-class sect. Your Majesty may not be his opponent, should we go up and help?"

Old Luo shook his head and said, "No, just stay here."

"This is already a battle at the level of a great martial artist, it's not something you and I can intervene."

"But..." Luo Qingling pursed his mouth, still worried, and said: "If even your Majesty can't stop him, then Master Yang..."

"No!" Liu Yishui shook his head, and said firmly, "If it were Master Yang, there would be no problem!"

Speaking of this, Liu Yishui smiled and said, "Sister Qingling, is there someone in your impression that can bully Master Yang?"

Hearing this, Luo Qingling was stunned for a moment, and then there was also an unbelievable color in his eyes, as if... really not?

...

Warrior Association.

Wu Shanhe stood in front of the window, watched this scene quietly, and muttered to himself: "Why are there always people seeking death in this world who don't cherish their lives?"

Some people always think that they have this ability, so they are superior and inferior, but in the end they find that they are just one of the many ants.

Wu Shanhe turned around and respectfully clasped his fists to the person sitting behind him, and said, "Foster father, are you not going to go there?"

The man sat quietly in the chair, his expression unchanged.

It was Yang Chen.

"No hurry." Yang Chen shook his head and said calmly: "Even though Jiang Chixin broke his arm, he is also a great martial artist, so he won't be defeated so soon."

And as the voice just fell...

Over the imperial capital, a loud bang suddenly sounded, and the spiritual power instantly collided in the air, emitting a bright light.

In the room, Yang Chen and Wu Shanhe were talking and laughing, as if everything in the outside world had nothing to do with them.

Yang Chen held a cup in his hand.

The cup was a dragon hunting cup 70,000 years ago, and there are only two left on the mainland today.

One is in his hand and the other is naturally in Wu Shanhe's hands.

The wine in this cup is the Yuliang wine of Emperor Huaisheng.

Such superb quality made Yang Chen a little confused, as if he was back to 80,000 years ago...

Back then, it was the same. He sat in the Golden Luang Temple with a few friends, overlooking the rivers and mountains of the mainland.

It's a great wine.

But now... such days can't go back.

Yang Chen sighed, drank the wine, and suddenly said quietly, "Little nose, I may be leaving in two days."

"Leaving?" Wu Shanhe was taken aback for a moment, and then immediately knelt down and said: "Where is the foster father going? Please go with your little nose!"

"No way."

Yang Chen's face remained as usual, and he faintly refused: "This time, I want to go for a walk and walk alone."

Hearing this, Wu Shanhe's expression was stagnant, and sadness appeared in his eyes suddenly: "Foster father said that the little nose is now old, and is he not fit to be a follower of the foster father?"

"of course not."

Yang Chen smiled slightly, stood up slowly, and said with a smile: "It's just that a lot of things have happened in the past two days, making me want to go for a walk and take a look."

Now it is not 80,000 years ago, nor is it ancient. Today's mainland has developed an absolute civilization.

Yang Chen wanted to see what the world would look like 80,000 years later.

"Little nose, you have your own life and your own family, not just my son." Yang Chen stretched out his hand, touched his head, and said with a smile: "I used to accept you as a son It’s just that you are too fragile to protect yourself, but now that 80,000 years have passed, you have grown up and you can protect yourself, so what reason is there to follow me again?"

Yang Chen smiled slightly.

Hearing this, Wu Shanhe shook his whole body, tears in tears.

He squatted deeply at Yang Chen, and cried out painfully:

"Respectfully send to foster father!"

Hearing this, Yang Chen smiled.

He smiled very happily. He was very happy. Even after 80,000 years, Wu Shanhe still has his foster father in his heart.

Actually, my previous life wasn't too failed, right?

There is dust and yellow, Wu Shanhe, and these friends who have always remembered him.

Worth it.

"Finally, let's get rid of some trivial matters here." Yang Chen took a deep breath and turned to leave after speaking.

Out of the Warrior Association.

Slowly approaching Ren Jian in the distance.

And those eyes were extremely cold for an instant.

...

In the sky.

Ren Jian waved his face!

The trembling sword mang whistled in an instant, shaking Jiang Chi's heart back several steps, his body was dripping with blood, and he looked embarrassed.He had already been wounded, and his arm was scrapped, and now fighting Ren Jian is simply retreating!

"Hahahaha!"

Ren Jian laughed, his expression frantic, and said: "Garbage is really rubbish! Just a mere ants, dare to speak out? When I kill you, I will destroy this empire and let all of you ants be wiped out!"

"Ants?"

Jiang Chixin sneered and said: "Do you think you are very good?"

Ren Jian frowned, and the cultivation base within his body suddenly rushed out. The great martial artist's cultivation base was undoubtedly revealed, causing the faces of the people present to change, only to feel a powerful pressure.

"Don't you see it?"

Ren Jian took it for granted.

Hearing this, Jiang Chixin shook his head and said indifferently: "Although you have reached the Great Martial Master at a young age, you may be very powerful in the eyes of others, but I know that there is someone who wants to compare with him, no Worth mentioning!"

"Who?" Hearing this, Ren Jian's eyes immediately showed light.

Jiang Chixin sneered and said: "It took you 20 years to enter the realm of a great martial artist from the time you were born! But the person I was talking about was only a mere second-level martial artist a few months ago. Today, he is also a powerful master at the level of a great martial artist!"

"You spent twenty years, but he only spent a few months!"

"It's so ignorant that you still claim to be a genius!"

Hearing this, Ren Jian's face finally turned gloomy.