The Pinnacle of Martial Arts Cultivation

"Chen Fan, would you like to take a closer look at this meteor sea with me?" Da Shanyu turned around and sent an invitation to Chen Fan.

"Why not?" A drop of sweat dripping from the pressure fell on the ground, but Chen Fan smiled and rushed to Da Shan Yu in response.

The two walked side by side like this, and with increasing pressure, they continued to move toward the edge of the meteor sea.

At this moment, Chen Fan's condition is extremely poor, and even his whole body's bones are creaking because of the endless pressure.

Facing such a terrifying sea of ​​meteors, it seemed that only by lowering his head could he get a moment of respite.

Looking at Da Shanyu again, his situation is not optimistic. But after all, the cultivation base had reached the peak of martial arts, so compared to Chen Fan, his state was much better.

In this way, under such pressure, under Chen Fan's hard support, finally came to the edge of the Meteorite Sea.

Looking around, the blue waves rolled and the tide was raging, like an ancient beast, with its mouth wide open, ready to choose someone to eat.

Da Shanyu’s eyes were extremely deep, he looked at the distance of the meteor sea, and said to Chen Fan faintly: "You have always been curious about why I am so obsessed with Daxuan’s culture and me, How does a slave-minded man master the art of war and know politics?"

Chen Fan did not respond, but Da Shan Yuzhi's words did speak to him, which was something Chen Fan had never understood.

He doesn't believe that there are people born to know in this world. Everything needs to be tempered and grown.

The geniuses in the eyes of the world, even if some of them can get a lot more resources than ordinary people from the beginning, don't they also have to go through the hard work and struggle of the day after tomorrow?

Even though talent is important, it is certainly not as important as your own efforts.

The sun slaves before Da Shanyu took power, it was not good to say, but a group of stragglers wandering bravely, scattered in sand.

That's because Daxuan could easily be wiped out by sending an army at will.

But it is precisely because of the person in front of him that Zhinu has developed into such a terrifying situation in just a few decades. If Da Shan understood this naturally, he would not believe it if he killed Chen Fan.

Obviously, Da Shanyu still has something to say, so Chen Fan didn't respond in a hurry, and calmed down and listened to him.

Da Shanyu seemed to be very satisfied with Chen Fan's reaction and nodded slightly, "I think you should know that my real name is Luke."

"After I proclaimed myself and Da Danyu, no one in the entire Zhinu clan dared to call me by this name."

Da Shanyu seemed to have a sorrowful expression in his eyes: "Because the word'Luke', in Zhinu's slang, means slave."

"When I was born, I didn't know who my father was. My mother was a slave to a small tribe. She even gave birth to men from the entire tribe."

"At that time, I was probably a teenager, and the first thing I opened my eyes every day was to wonder if I could steal a bowl of milk tea today, or pick up bones discarded by a big figure in the tribe."

"Later, I met my teacher..." Da Shanyu looked at Chen Fan and said with a smile: "He is your Daxuan person."

As soon as these words came out, Chen Fan was struck by lightning. He had never thought that Da Shanyu would have such a past.

Moreover, the person who had taught the Daxuan nightmare before him came from Daxuan.

No matter how you say it, I'm afraid it is an indescribable irony.

It was as if he had released an untamable beast with his own hands, and would eventually die under the claws of this beast.