Rebirth of the Peerless Martial God

The seven hundred and eighty-third chapter impresses the king

The old bandits temporarily stayed in the small town at the invitation of the **** Jiang Dongliu.

As the saying goes, eating people’s mouths is short, Jiang Suiliang took out the aged wines he had accumulated over the years to entertain these well-known old bandits in Xizhou, and the reward was huge.

The veterans assisted the **** king Jiang Dongliu to regulate Tongtong's body every day, and the effect was extremely significant.

It is obvious that Tongtong's body gradually grows taller. Not only that, but Tongtong has also begun to embark on the path of cultivation. Under Jiang Dongliu's careful guidance, Tongtong's cultivation progress can be described as rapid.

"God, Tongtong's body is back to normal. It just grows too fast, it won't affect his mental development." Yang Teng is also very happy to see Tongtong grow up normally, but Tongtong's body grows too fast, this is the only one. In a month’s work, Tongtong changed from seven or eight years old to eleven or twelve.

In other words, Tongtong is equivalent to four years in a month.

The rapid improvement of the cultivation base brings the hidden danger that the foundation is not reliable enough.

This did not happen to Tongtong. Several sages and semi-sage-level powerhouses have jointly cultivated. Tongtong not only did not have a weak foundation due to the rapid increase in cultivation base, but on the contrary, the suppression of these hundreds of years, Tongtong’s foundation is more than any People must be reliable.

Yang Teng worried that Tongtong suddenly went from seven or eight to eleven and twelve, ignoring the normal growth path of monks, which would affect Tongtong's mental development.

The training in this area cannot keep up, and Tongtong is very likely to have another hidden danger. The appearance and appearance of eleven or twelve years old, but the mind is only seven or eight years old.

Jiang Dongliu laughed: "It's not that your worry is unreasonable. The old man has also had this concern. But do you think Tongtong is seven or eight years old."

Looking at Tongtong who was playing with two pets not far away, Yang Teng also smiled.

It was not long before Tongtong tidyed up the two pets. Tongtong said a word, second only to his owner.

Under Tongtong's leadership, two pets scurry around the town every day.

Either stealing a neighbor’s chicken and eating it today, or rushing to a distant mountain to hunt small animals tomorrow.

These three guys are a perfect match, Tongtong came up with bad ideas, and then Xiao Hui and Thin Monkey did it stupidly.

In the end, Yang Teng had to stand up and wipe his butt, to make good words to the residents of the town to compensate for the losses.

No, the two guys are guarding a wine jar. It was Tongtong's bad idea again. They stole a jar of fine wine from Jiang Suiliang and were drinking it secretly.

Not to mention, how could a seven- or eight-year-old kid be able to do it with a stomach full of bad water!

Jiang Dongliu looked at Tongtong with a smile on his face. Tongtong thought he was very clever, but in the eyes of these adults, it was just children who were naughty.

Jiang Dongliu retracted his gaze and looked at Yang Teng solemnly, "I am old and have not lived for a few years. Before I die, I can leave the maze and live out. Seeing the descendants, it stands to reason that there is nothing to regret in my life. The child that makes me most concerned is Tongtong.

He has not experienced the intrigue between monks, suffered a lot but didn't learn how to protect himself in this world.

I want to entrust Tongtong to you, just as the old man begs you, help me take care of Tongtong and let him grow up normally. Whether he can be famous in Tianwu, it is a matter of his own ability, he has to watch him settle down in Tianwu. "

Jiang Dongliu looked at Yang Teng, he knew that Yang Teng would definitely agree to him.

Yang Teng said embarrassedly: "Senior, you also know that I have no fixed place and I was driven to hide in Tibet by the devil. I myself don't know what tomorrow will be like, and how to take care of Tongtong."

Jiang Dongliu curled his lips, "Talk to the old man about terms, right! You **** don't want to suffer."

"How dare, I'm also thinking about Tongtong." Yang Teng said with a smile.

"Xizhou is not his Demon King's Xizhou. The old man has already discussed with the old bandits. In a few days, I will go to the Demon King City and ask the Demon King to drink tea. If the old thing dares not agree, don't blame the old man for beating him. Looking for teeth everywhere!" Jiang Dongliu said domineeringly.

"Thank you, senior, I feel relieved with the words of senior, at most a thousand years! No! Five hundred years, I promise to have enough strength to fight the demon king, then I won't have to hide like this. "Yang Teng said confidently.

"Five hundred years? Do you know what you are talking about! Do you know what realm the Demon King is now! In five hundred years, you want to reach the height of confronting the Demon King, you haven't dreamed!" Jiang Dongliu looked at Yang Teng angrily, " Even if the Demon King does not use the enormous power under his hand to deal with you, can you beat the Demon King by himself alone! Arrogance!"

Yang Teng disagrees. During this period of time, he has devoted himself to cultivation, and he has been promoted from the marrow-cutting stage to the second-level cultivation stage.

He is confident that within five to seven years, he will rise to the acquired realm of the Juyuan Period.

The great realm of the Juyuan Period has two small realms, the acquired and the congenital, which are the cultivation level of the eighteenth heaven.

Yang Teng plans to spend 50 to 100 years at this stage, striving to raise his cultivation to the peak of the Ju Yuan period before he is 100 years old.

During the refining period, the cultivation base ranges from king to emperor to semi-sage, and then to the level of saint.

For these four cultivation levels, Yang Teng plans to go from the king to the emperor, and it will take about 50 years to break through, and then it will take about 20 to 30 years for each additional level of the realm.

Finally broke through to the level of a saint, from now on, it will be almost 500 years.

After listening to Yang Teng's detailed analysis, Jiang Dongliu couldn't laugh or cry.

"I said your kid is too optimistic! Improving your cultivation level is as simple as you said, and why do you still use concentration in cultivation? Sitting at home and doing calculations, wouldn't everyone be able to become a great emperor." Jiang Dongliu sneered sarcastically. .

It's no wonder that Jiang Dongliu ridiculed Yang Teng, raising the cultivation base and talking about it are completely different things.

How many talented generations of geniuses are favored by countless people, and in the end they are all short-lived.

To truly become a saint-level powerhouse, there are a few people in the entire Tianwu Continent.

God King Jiang Dongliu didn't dare to claim to be the oldest living saint in the Tianwu Continent, and there would never be too many saints older than him.

"Let’s tell you this, as for today’s sages living in Wu Continent, the oldest one will not be more than 20,000 years old. Calculated on the basis of 20,000 years old, from 20,000 years ago to the present, now count how many sages there can be in Tian Wu Continent. Monk!

Can there be a hundred? I think there are definitely not so many! "

Jiang Dongliu said with scorching eyes: "How difficult it is to achieve a saint-level cultivation base, I don't need to say, you can calculate it yourself. Even if there are 100 saints and monks today, according to the calculation of 20,000 years, how many years will there be a saint!

Tianwu Continent is divided into five states. How many years will it take for someone to reach this height on average in each state! "

Yang Teng hadn't thought about this before. After Jiang Dongliu said this, think about it carefully, isn't it, based on a hundred people, an average of 20,000 years to the present, someone can advance to the saint level every two hundred years.

Even in every state, there will be a saint in one state for a thousand years.

This is only calculated in accordance with the maximum, in fact, in every state for two thousand years, there may not be people who will advance to the saint level.

This shows how powerful the law of heaven and earth has suppressed the monks in the Tianwu Continent.

"That's not right!" Yang Teng suddenly reacted, "Senior, your calculation is completely wrong. According to you, there are countless cultivators in the Tianwu Continent, and there is almost no possibility of sanctification! How to become sanctified according to the calculation result? Even if only one saint can appear in Tianwu Continent, Yang Teng will definitely be the only one! Sanctification is nothing, my goal is to become an emperor!"

"When I didn't say it!" Jiang Dongliu looked resentful, "If you can reach the rank of Great Emperor, I, Jiang Dongliu, would be willing to be your **** of Emperor Yang Teng."

"A word is for sure!" Yang Teng stretched out his palm to high-five Jiang Dongliu.

Jiang Dongliu said disdainfully: "Don't you know that Tianwu Continent has powerful laws of heaven and earth, the saint is the highest cultivation level of Tianwu, and you can't even leave Tianwu, how can you become an emperor!"

"Tongtian Road." Yang Teng said three words.

Jiang Dongliu's expression changed drastically, and he grabbed Yang Teng, "What do you mean! As far as I know, some people wanted to open the road to the sky hundreds of thousands of years ago, but they never saw any hope."

As a saint, Jiang Dongliu naturally knows Tongtian Road, and he has also been invited to continue Tongtian Road together.

He felt that he could not see any hope in his lifetime. Later, he was trapped in the maze in Beizhou by the Shimen. Jiang Dongliu did not participate in the continuation of Tongtian Road.

Yang Teng stretched out a finger, "Thousands of years, I wonder if the seniors can afford it."

"What do you mean!" Jiang Dongliu's breathing suddenly became heavy, his eyes released two gleams, staring at Yang Teng.

Yang Teng raised his head and said, "If I am a holy, the Tongtian Road will be opened within a thousand years, giving all the cultivators of Tianwu an unprecedented huge opportunity, so that hundreds of millions of cultivators will have the opportunity to reach a higher level. The saint is no longer the highest cultivation level, and the emperor will No longer a dream!"

"Really!"

"What lie to you!"

"Okay! I will believe you again today! I don't care about the grievances between you and those juniors, if anyone who is not dead dares to disadvantage you, step on the old man's body!" Jiang Dongliu solemnly said Yang Teng promised.

"Tongtian Road, I will get through!" Yang Teng also made his vow.

This is not just about him alone, but also related to the monks in the entire Tianwu Continent.

There are many saints who don’t want to see Yang Teng happen to the strong men who are kidnapped on Tongtian Road or his side, even if they are only for interests.

Yang Teng's robbery of the Demon King's God Stone is of course a major matter, but if the Demon King insists on killing Yang Teng, his dominance will also be at stake.

Can the Demon King resist a two saints, and can he resist the anger of all the saints of Tianwu?

Yang Teng was going to use the great temptation of Tongtian Road to draw all the saints to his side, and let the devil suffer this dumb loss for nothing.

Thinking of this, Yang Teng was a little proud.

After another six months, Shen Yun returned to the town.

Since that day, her relationship with Yang Teng has become unusual. Shen Yun followed Yang Teng’s suggestion, left the town, and began to rectify the thirteen bandits in a comprehensive manner, cleaning up the mess left by Chen Yuqi and others from beginning to end for reconstruction. The Thirteen Bandits of the Storm prepare.

Shen Yun returned to the town with a tired face, with a hint of excitement between her eyebrows, Yang Teng knew that the task of rectifying the thirteen bandits had been completed.