Wanjie Athletics, I choose Zhang Sanfeng to start

Cao Zhe came early!

This is not unusual.

The timelines between different worlds are not aligned.

All that align is when the race starts and ends.

That is the forced closure of the arena.

It has nothing to do with the time flow rate of each world itself and the advancement of progress.

Just like the three worlds that Cao Zhe is now connected through the Tower of Time.

The timelines of the world of Liaozhai and the world of Shendiao are generally close.

But the flow rate of Evil Westward Journey World is obviously faster.

"Since the contestants haven't come yet, it's understandable that the function of 'raising war' in this world hasn't been officially opened yet." Cao Zhe thought to himself.

At this moment, Cao Zhe's unexpected intrusion made the tense atmosphere in the center of the battlefield full of corpses of monster soldiers even more complicated.

After all, Cao Zhe, who saw this situation but didn't have the slightest "supernormal" reaction, could not be an ordinary person no matter what.

Sensing the focus of his gaze, Cao Zhe waved his hand: "Go ahead, don't worry about me, I'm just a celestial master who happened to pass by."

Hearing this, Qiu Chuji seemed to be thinking about something, but changed his position a little bit, guarding against Cao Zhe, but sarcastically said, "Tianshi?"

"Do you dare to ask what god you have conferred? Where did you practice Dafa? How dare you call yourself a celestial master?"

Although there are "celestial masters" everywhere in the world today, there are nine "celestial masters" out of ten Taoist priests.

But in fact, there are still not many who are truly qualified to call themselves celestial masters.

Other people's "polite" titles are too numerous to count.

Mostly, it is similar to the "Mr. Zhang", "Mr. Wang" and "Mr. Zhao" everywhere in the society. In fact, there are only a few people who are really qualified to be called that.

Most people are just such a joking title, honorific title, a kind of good blessing or expectation.

In the current world, at the very least...you have to confer a true 'god', or even a 'righteous god', before you have the confidence to call yourself a celestial master.

For the rest, if they call themselves shameless, they will be laughed at.

Although there are three thousand righteous gods in Tiangong, more than half of these three thousand righteous gods were granted by Wang Su's era.

Among them, Wang Su alone sealed more than 800 righteous gods.

Up to now, the positions of righteous gods have been issued very "cautiously", and often in ten years, there may not be a "righteous god".

Even if it is released, the divine power in charge may not be the core, and the strength of this righteous god is not strong.

Most Taoists with backgrounds rely more on the righteous gods enshrined by their ancestors in their practice. Through communication with these gods, they get feedback and promote their practice.

After all, what Fengshen consumes is the luck of the dynasty.

Although under Wang Su's operation, the sealed gods also feed back the dynasty, so as to achieve circulation and balance.

But in fact, the culprit was still planted, not because it was not released, but because it was delayed.

Hearing this, Cao Zhe scratched his chin, then carefully considered his words, trying to appear as unassuming as possible, and said, "It's not that I have ever conferred a god in a serious way... Heaven has taught me a few lessons, maybe the celestial master I think is the same as you think Heavenly Master, it is not a type.”

"Ha! You can't be ashamed!"

"Since we are also here for the "Jade Sutra", please act!" Qiu Chuji was talking to himself, and he didn't care whether others had such intentions or not.

Cao Zhe shook his head and said, "Not yet!"

"Afraid of getting hurt!"

Qiu Chuji sneered and said, "Are you afraid of hurting me, poor Taoist?"

"Or hurt yourself?"

Cao Zhe said: "Not at all! I'm afraid I will hurt the world!"

"After all... this is our own world, if it is not necessary, it is better not to hurt it."

Qiu Chuji couldn't understand what Cao Zhe was saying.

So he directly drew the sword in his arms, flicked his fingers, and drew the sword to recite the mantra.

The dragon-shaped pseudo-god on the sword, swallowing divine light, turned into several flying swords, covering Cao Zhe, Guo, and Yang in unison.

He was so arrogant that he wanted to [-]v[-] at the same time.

Not only that...he dared to take the initiative to attack Cao Zhe.

It has to be said that in terms of courage, Cao Zhe can be called the strongest.

Guo and Yang felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy, the stars behind them shone brightly, covering their whole bodies faintly, turning into armor.

A hundred years ago, Zhang Tianshi, the celestial master, was appointed as the star god, and the ancestors of Guo Xiaotian and Yang Tiexin were all among them.

Therefore, although they do not practice spells, do not have supernatural powers, and have never conferred gods, they can still borrow some of the divine brilliance and starlight for their own use by relying on the power of their blood.

Such a person, even if he does not become an official in the court, should be a prestigious generation among the people.

How could it be an ordinary hunter?

Qiu Chuji's doubts were quite reasonable.

However, although the two of them were surrounded by star gods, their blood was far away after all, and they didn't have much strength to borrow.

Compared with Qiu Chuji, who had directly sealed the false god, their actual combat power was much worse.

Before Qiu Chuji was besieged by demon soldiers, it was only because the opponent came prepared and it was just a way to restrain Qiu Chuji.

A large number of sword lights crowded towards Cao Zhe first.

Although Qiu Chuji thought that Cao Zhe was talking nonsense, he also believed that Cao Zhe was the most threatening.

Have to say... he felt right.

But... it doesn't feel completely right!

To Cao Zhe, Jian Guang is like a spring breeze blowing on his face.

Before getting close to the ground three feet in front of him, it all melted and dissipated.

The False God Flood Dragon wrapped around Qiu Chuji's sword uttered a mournful cry.

Then it turned into light spots and dispersed by itself.

The accumulated meritorious deeds cannot offset the calamity after the sword is released, not only makes the false god dissipate, but also shatters the sword body.

Qiu Chuji himself also suffered a great backlash, he vomited blood and retreated more than ten meters in an instant.

The whole person became 'pale'.

If it wasn't for the jade talisman hanging on his body, he would have died in an instant.

Of course, he was able to live thanks to Cao Zhe's "intention" not being half aggressive.

All backlash comes from its own power.

It has little to do with Cao Zhe.

Otherwise, no matter what protects Qiu Chuji, he will definitely die.

Chapter 435 You, Something's Wrong

Qiu Chuji was as hot as a fire, but now, he was softer than used toilet paper.

He fell to the ground like a fish that was about to die, panting for breath, staring at Cao Zhe with wide eyes, still stubbornly blazing with anger.

As if he wanted to kill Cao Zhe with his eyes.

Of course there is the Mujian, but Qiu Chuji can't use it now.

Even if it can be used, it will not hurt Cao Zhe, it will only make him die faster.

At this moment, while Qiu Chuji was vomiting blood, he also said intermittently in a weak voice: "Good... good method! Pindao didn't deserve to lose today, just come and take my head. It's not a loss if the characters fight each other."

What I said...as if Cao Zhe had made a move on him, and his Porcelain skills were considered excellent.

Although this person is reckless, impulsive, self-willed, and has no beginning and end in his work, but overall, he is still a man.

He is not afraid of death, he is still qualified.

"What do I want your head for?"

"It's too dirty to be a wine bowl, and it's too smelly to be a urinal!" Cao Zhe glanced at Qiu Chuji's shriveled, not round head at all, and said with disgust.

As soon as these words came out, Qiu Chuji vomited blood two or two more times, and the whiteness became more thorough.

For him, saying such words was even more uncomfortable than killing him.

Cao Zhe walked up to Qiu Chuji, squatted down, and stared at him: "Read Taoism?"

Qiu Chuji felt that he had been insulted on a deeper level, but inexplicably... the feeling that he was about to die suddenly broke, and he seemed... not so anxious to die.

It was supposed to be a will.

And now...he seems to be able to explain for a few more hours.

Cao Zhe scattered the 'Qi' in his body all over his body, as long as he didn't have any malice, then the place he was in would be the most blessed land of the immortal family.

Although Cao Zhe deliberately restrained the emission of qi, if someone approached, he could still feel it and get some benefits.

Just as Cao Zhe had no intention of hurting Qiu Chuji, at this moment he also had no intention of saving Qiu Chuji.

Everything is just what he carries along 'by the way' between walking, sitting and lying down.

This is also a symbol of Cao Zhe's unsatisfactory performance. If he completes again, all the "uncontrolled" outside of subjective consciousness will also become under control.

Ordinary people can only control themselves and keep themselves 'clean'.

However, Cao Zhe can control "accidents". If he doesn't want to, there will be no "accidents" around him. This is probably the direction of his further practice.

"Qiu Chuji, the poor Taoist, Quanzhen of Zhongnan Mountain taught Changchunzi!" Qiu Chuji told the truth, and used such facts to tactfully refute Cao Zhe's question.

"Then it seems that you haven't read the Taoist scriptures well enough. You are so fierce, and you don't have the attitude of 'the best kindness is like water' that Taoism advocates." Cao Zhe chatted casually.

Qiu Chuji remained silent.

His values ​​are relatively modest.

If the strength is not as good as others, then the truth lies with others.

If he wanted to refute, he had to work hard.

"Can you tell me about the Conferred God?"

"I'm quite interested! Just chat casually, don't worry about it, I'm not a villain, so don't be so wary of me," Cao Zhe said.

Although he used the big net on his arm to obtain a lot of information in an instant.

But these messages are superficial, and there is no induction and conclusion.

Just like searching for some information on the Internet, most of what you find is not only superficial, but also has different opinions, which makes it difficult to choose.

Cao Zhe naturally has his own judgment, but he still wants to find a "professional" to understand more systematically.

Qiu Chuji is a good choice.

Wang Chongyang was the most extravagant figure in the world in the last 30 to [-] years.

Qiu Chuji, as his disciple, although it is inevitable that he will be reduced to second-rate due to his poor personal ability, in terms of foundation, he should be solid.

Qiu Chuji glared at Cao Zhe with anger in his eyes: "If you kill me, kill me! If the poor man blinks, he won't be able to say 'hero'. You have such strength, why should you humiliate me like this?"

Cao Zhe sighed, chatting with someone like Qiu Chuji would always make people more depressed.

The most depressing thing is that he is 'stupid'...but he is not afraid of death.

"You don't have to be so wary of me."

"Think about it carefully, you are already like this, and I want to do something to you, can you still resist? Why should I do anything unnecessary?" Cao Zhe said in a good voice.

After all, he has also been a master and a master of heaven, so Cao Zhe is still very magnanimous.

"Hmph! Crooked ways, full of deceitfulness, who knows, what's the idea! If you want to persuade me with good words, and use the poor way to do evil things, get rid of this desire as soon as possible, and the poor way will never be fooled!" Qiu Chuji insisted. .

With a smile on his face, Cao Zhe stood up gently and flicked his long sleeves.

A gust of wind was sent into Qiu Chuji's body, blowing through his internal organs in an instant.