Chapter 63: Dou Changsheng, Why Did You Run?

A dispute ended without a problem.

A tall, burly middle-aged man with a rough appearance appeared.

His skin was rough and black, his eyes were thin and long, often carrying a sickly yellow color, making people not want to look for long, but the most conspicuous was his right arm. This was an iron arm, permeating a metallic luster, giving people a cold texture.

Especially the metal right arm was extremely thick, actually thicker than an ordinary person's thigh.

It set off his thin body, extremely uncoordinated, looking extremely weird.

Jin Wuming looked coldly at the comer and said coldly: "It's actually the Deputy Sect Master of the Mechanism Gate, Holy Fist—Leng Wuye!"

"What virtue and ability do we have to be invited by you, a Pure Yang Grandmaster?"

Leng Wuye laughed and said: "You, Jin Wuming, are a direct descendant of the Blood God Gate and are ranked nineteenth on the Human Ranking."

"You have already mastered Divine Intent and broken through to Divine Marvel; it is a nail-on-the-board thing."

"And this Dou Changsheng, first time on the ranking, is seventy-ninth. The rarest thing is that he is only eighteen years old this year."

"Praised by True Person Huoyun as 'One Sword Presses the Rivers and Lakes', the next ten years will be Dou Changsheng's ten years."

"Sun Duxiu is even more famous, seventh on the Beauty Ranking, peerless in both zither and sword."

"The rest of you, either Ten Heroes or Seven Heroes, are all young talents, those who will master the fate of Great Jin in the future."

"My potential is exhausted, and there is no hope of progress. I am just a few years older than you. Waiting for you to surpass me when you reach my age, I personally came to invite you, which is a very normal thing."

Jin Wuming's gaze became profound, like stars, and he took the initiative to step out and say: "Mechanism Gate, World in the Lake, is a mechanism island that you spent many years building."

"You invited us here today, so let's take a look at the quality."

Leng Wuye laughed and said: "It will definitely not disappoint everyone."

Waving his hand, he said again: "Please!"

As this word fell, a huge shadow suddenly appeared in the sky, covering the sun. The shadow shrouded everyone, and Dou Changsheng subconsciously looked up at the sky.

He could clearly see a huge divine bird spreading its wings and slowly descending.

As the distance continuously closed, this divine bird was not a living thing, but a wooden bird.

It was composed entirely of wood, yet it soared into the sky, which can be called a miracle.

Leng Wuye didn't wait for the wooden bird to land before stepping out, stepping into the air as if stepping on invisible stairs, climbing onto the wooden bird step by step.

Jin Wuming snorted coldly, his hands crossed, and strands of Primordial true essence continuously emerged, like a violent wind, flowing around Jin Wuming, and finally, he rose into the sky.

"Everyone, let's go together!"

After Dou Changsheng spoke, strands of Primordial true qi continuously spread out, extending from the ground, and finally continuously intertwined, horizontally and vertically, continuously overlapping, and in a blink of an eye, turned into a sword about a zhang long and two feet wide.

This was purely composed of Primordial true qi, pure and transparent. Dou Changsheng stood on it, and Sun Duxiu's beautiful eyes were filled with surprise. What kind of thick Primordial true qi is this?

Even a hundred years of Primordial true qi couldn't do this step, right?

Condensing a zhang-long sword qi is not difficult; the difficulty lies in it not dissipating and maintaining it all the time.

Doesn't the "Primordial Return Qi Technique" not boast of thickness?

How did this Dou Changsheng cultivate?

Sun Duxiu's embroidered shoes stepped on the pure long sword. She was already prepared to resist the invasion of sword qi. After all, condensing such a zhang-long sword is extremely difficult, and it is normal for some power to leak out. But this scene didn't appear, which showed Dou Changsheng's control over Primordial true qi, which had already reached a perverted level.

Watching Chen Weiquan and others, all of them had already boarded, and immediately jumped up, leaping into the sky.

Dou Changsheng didn't board the wooden bird but said calmly: "Senior, lead the way!"

Leng Wuye looked at Dou Changsheng deeply. Truly, the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves in front. Jin Wuming's strength exceeded imagination, and this Dou Changsheng in front of him was no less inferior.

It was far stronger than the information they had.

The battle of Qingyang Peak, the overwhelming sword qi, compared to the present, was truly a small witch meeting a big witch.

Flying with qi and carrying many people, it is not difficult for a Divine Marvel Grandmaster, but he is only in the Primordial True Realm. How arrogant is this?

Jin Wuming laughed, and he lay down lazily, as if there was a wide chair that directly supported Jin Wuming.

The violent wind continuously rolled up, turning into a throne in the wind. Jin Wuming looked at the wooden bird, revealing a look of mockery.

The Mechanism Gate underestimated him, and also underestimated Dou Changsheng.

Leng Wuye's mouth twitched, and then he acted as if nothing had happened. The wooden bird spread its wings and rushed out first. Jin Wuming's smile gradually disappeared, his expression had turned cold, and his eyes revealed cold light.

A trace of murderous intent was continuously brewing.

A hand reached into his bosom and took out a pair of gloves woven from gold thread. He started to wear them slowly. He didn't know what secret art was used; the gold thread didn't have any hardness, soft as silk thread, but it was invulnerable to water and fire, and invulnerable to swords and guns.

After Jin Wuming wore them, he looked at Leng Wuye again.

His eyes had narrowed, and in an instant, murderous intent erupted, his whole body boiling with murderous intent.

But the next moment, all murderous intent had disappeared.

Jin Wuming's golden palms, the gold thread gloves were gradually becoming transparent and gradually disappearing. Jin Wuming smiled, then turned and left. The direction was not the direction of the wooden bird, but the exact opposite.

Jin Wuming moved, immediately attracting Leng Wuye's attention.

Leng Wuye's eyebrows picked, and he jumped, like a cannonball, tearing through the air, setting off boundless air waves, rolling and sweeping in all directions. The sound of breaking through the air was like thunder, exploding loudly.

He had already rushed near Jin Wuming, and a thick voice sounded: "Jin Wuming, what are you doing?"

After seeing this, Jin Wuming stopped decisively, smiled and said: "Sorry."

"Recognized the wrong direction."

"It should be walking in this direction."

Violent wind rolled up beside Jin Wuming, and he had already changed direction, heading towards the wooden bird. Looking at the violently rushing Leng Wuye, he suddenly stopped abruptly, his clothes shook, and he didn't move at all. He couldn't help but praise: "Truly worthy of being the Deputy Sect Master of the Mechanism Gate."

"This skill is solid, without any moisture."

"But not long ago, you competed with Mo Jia's Black Symbol."

"He defeated you three times in a row, breaking your proud Mechanism Holy Fist."

"Your strength is greatly reduced. Why do you think you have me eaten?"

"The top ten of the Human Ranking all have records of killing enemies across borders."

"Today, it is fitting for you to complete me!"

Jin Wuming's words suddenly stopped abruptly, and he shouted to the distance:

"Dou Changsheng, why are you running? Come over and do it together!"

"Do you really think I can beat a Pure Yang Grandmaster!" ===== CHAPTER 64 =====

"Do you really think I can defeat a Pure Yang Sect Master!"