Chapter 831: Reverse Scale

"If you want to reason, I will reason with you. If you want to do something, I will accompany you to the end. I am not afraid of others being afraid of you."

Reaching out and flicking lightly, Xiao Chen pulled off the cloak on his body, dressed in white, fluttering in the wind, raised his head and stared at Di Wuque, with a calm and indifferent heart.

"It's the white-robed swordsman Xiao Chen, he has become a saint!"

Xiao Chen, who showed his true face, immediately caused everyone to exclaim. The news of the Qing Emperor's descendants has spread from Tianwu Domain to the entire Kunlun.

When the Stigmata Monument appeared, many people were guessing whether Xiao Chen would be able to rush there. After all, the time he had become a semi-saint was too short, even if he was a descendant of Emperor Qing.

There are not many people who are optimistic about his sanctification in such a short period of time, and his appearance today is really a big surprise.

"No wonder, he got so angry. What Di Wuque said earlier really touched his back."

"Those two warriors from the Protoss race deserved to die. To touch their brows at this time is not courting death."

"But at this time, it seems that Di Wuque is too irrational to play tricks. Di Wuque was sanctified a year ago. And no one has seen him really attack with all his strength. Xiao Chen has just become sanctified. I am afraid that he is not his opponent. "

All kinds of discussions were endless, and no one expected that the event of leaving a name, which was supposed to end here, would have such a turning point.

After seeing Xiao Chen's face, Di Wuque in the air relaxed his expression, as if he was waiting for him, and said with a smile: "Sure enough, as I expected, you are indeed sanctified, you dare to leave your name, let me see Take a look at the strength of the descendants of Emperor Qing."

"Look at you and me, who can continue the myth of Emperor Qing."

Xiao Chen's heart was always calm, even if Di Wuque repeatedly provoked him, he was not too angry. Still the same sentence, after ten thousand years, whose light is more dazzling, future generations will judge.

The reason why he stood up was to express his own attitude and to continue the myth of Emperor Qing. It was really not his turn to say this.

On the colorful arch bridge, Di Wuque is full of confidence, as long as Xiao Chen dares to fight with him. What he left behind could ruin Xiao Chen's reputation, and he couldn't even engrave his name in front of the world.

At that time, not only can Xiao Chen's vigor be completely suppressed, but he can also be left in a slump. So-called green?

The story of ? will go to the end, and the myth will be continued by him.

Now that Xiao Chen was inspired by his words, half of the plan has been achieved, and the remaining half is waiting for Xiao Chen to take the bait.

"Di Wuque, it is really not your turn to continue the myth and glory of my ancestors. No matter how high your name is engraved, it has nothing to do with Emperor Qing, and it has nothing to do with me, Xiao. I am not Emperor Qing, I am Xiao Chen."

"But since you want to fight, then I will fight with you."

Xiao Chen said something lightly, and with a leap of footsteps, he came to the front of the Stigmata Monument. The bottom ten meters of the Stigmata Monument was blank.

No one would engrave their name here, even if they were in trouble, they would fly thirty or forty meters later to engrave their own name.

But they don't know, these years are long and ruthless, the name on the stone tablet, engraved on it is disappearing, and after disappearing, someone who comes after it is engraved on it.

After ten thousand years, no matter how high you engrave, if you don't have a name, who will remember you. Even if you become a king, how many people will take your dim light in front of rows of dazzling golden handwriting seriously.

Xiao Chen stood under the stigmata, under the eyes of everyone, standing in front of the stigmata, engraved his name on the bottom of the stigmata.

One stroke at a time, the engraving is extremely serious. He is Xiao Chen, not Lei Di, nor Qing Di.

"You have to fight for a while, and I will fight with you for a lifetime. After ten thousand years, who will shine more brightly. Looking at the descendants of thousands of reincarnations, who will remember who left the name."

A stele, a Kunlun.

There are so many sages and sages in ancient times, the waves are surging, and there are countless heroes. Who would take the initiative to put his name at the bottom in front of the Stigmata Monument.

That corner that even a hundred-year-old holy warrior would scoff at.

All the warriors at the scene were stunned, and the densely packed crowd on the top of the mountains in all directions were also dumbfounded.

Some people were puzzled, some people sneered in their hearts, thinking that Xiao Chen knew that he was invincible, but deliberately put on airs.

There were also some people who were thoughtful, thinking carefully about the meaning of Xiao Chen's words, as if they understood something, but they seemed to understand nothing.

Shui Lingling, the master and elder sister in the crowd, smiled slightly, with a soft and pretty face, indescribably beautiful, and said: "Junior Brother Xiao Chen seems to really understand people, as long as you reach the king, your name will never disappear, and the stronger your strength is, the more you shine." The brighter it is, it doesn't matter where it is."

Under the black cloak, Ying Qiong was stunned for a while when facing Xiao Chen's astonishing move, and then smiled wryly: "This can be regarded as his style, it's really meaningless to fight for a moment."

The white-haired goddess Tian Youxi moved her gaze away from a blurred area at the top of the Stigmata Monument, and saw Xiao Chen who left her name below, with a thoughtful look in her eyes.

If anyone had the most exciting expression, it would naturally be Di Wucai. He looked at Xiao Chen who left his name below, and the expression on his face froze.

Why did he leave his name here? Then the means he prepared were for nothing.

Originally planned, as long as Xiao Chen dared to leave his name on it, at the moment of engraving, Di Wucai was sure, and immediately used his own superb magic skills to drop Xiao Chen from the air.

Other protoss are afraid of the will of thunder, but he is not afraid. The exercises he cultivates are the highest gods in teaching, the oldest cultivation secrets of the protoss.

Xiao Chen was just engraving the words below, so his methods were naturally wasted, and his plan to make Xiao Chen lose his entrance to the Stigmata in a state of embarrassment was ruined in an instant.

In his heart, Xiao Chen has always been a serious problem in his confidant. In his eyes, the current Xiao Chen is not strong enough even if he is sanctified. If you really meet and spend a lot of effort, you can still completely defeat the opponent.

What he is afraid of is Xiao Chen's potential and Xiao Chen's growth rate. If one day the other party really grows into the second Qing Emperor, the plan of the Protoss to unify Kunlun may be shelved again.

If his plan can really succeed, when Xiao Chen is most confident, give him a thunderous blow, let him be stepped on by himself in front of the world.

It can definitely leave a huge shadow in the other party's heart, and it will definitely hinder his future cultivation.

It's a pity that due to Xiao Chen's nature, his plan suddenly came to naught, and he has to wait for a similar plan, I don't know when it will be.

"Xiao Chen, I really think highly of you. Your courage is nothing more than that. I am as famous as your grandfather, and I am the best in the world. I am under the pressure."

"You are at the bottom here, what qualifications do you have to compete with me for the rest of your life, you, a grandson, look down on your grandpa too much."

Di Wuque came back to his senses, smiled slightly, and began to sneer at Xiao Chen, insinuating that Xiao Chen is a grandson in his words.

In the scene, many people's faces changed, they couldn't see that Di Wuque had such a vicious mouth, relying on himself to be tied with Emperor Qing, he just mocked Xiao Chen like this.

Everyone in the Protoss laughed loudly and booed.

"As a grandson, there are so many names. What kind of swordsman in white robes, and the descendants of the Qing Emperor, that's all."

"Pretending to be ostentatious, playing tricks on mysteries, if you really have the ability, you will surpass our son of God now, or you will be your grandson."

Xiao Chen pulled the corner of his mouth lightly, looked up at Di Wuque, and said with a smile: "Di Wuque, I really think highly of you, even if you are stronger than me now, it will only be a matter of time before I surpass you."

With a light tap of his toes on the ground, Xiao Chen rose into the sky like a sharp arrow, and in the blink of an eye, he reached a height of two thousand meters without any pressure.

The speed of the lift-off is astonishingly fast, 2,500 meters, 2,800 meters, 2,900 meters.

Di Wuque still hadn't reacted yet, Xiao Chen passed by him, surpassing the height of 3,000 meters.

There are two types of pressure on the Stigmata Monument, one is invisible to oppress the warrior's spiritual level, and the other is to physically oppress the warrior's physical aspect.

After observing for such a long time, Xiao Chen has already seen the mystery of it. His mental strength is second only to Emperor Wuque, and his physical realm is second only to Queen Iron Hand King Kuidou.

But in terms of being able to perfectly integrate the two together, there are so many people present, only him, Xiao Chen.

From ancient times to the present, in history, he is the only one who can cultivate his physical body and spiritual power in the realm of low-rank martial saints, and at the same time reach the realm of Xiao Chen.

Di Wuque was unable to pass the 3,000-meter limit due to his physical limitations, but Xiao Chen didn't have so many restrictions.

With a whoosh sound, Xiao Chen gritted his teeth and rushed over the last 300 meters away from the Stigmata Monument, landed steadily, and stood on the top of the Stigmata Monument.

Looking down, the group of protoss warriors who had originally laughed at Xiao Chen immediately shut their mouths in a daze.

The reason they scolded Xiao Chen's grandson just now was that Di Wuque stood taller than Xiao Chen, but now Xiao Chen stands 300 meters higher than Di Wuque at the top.

According to their theory, it is clear at a glance who is the grandson.

Seeing Xiao Chen standing on the top of the Stigmata Monument, Sifang Mountain, and the warriors on the scene, all became agitated, with expressions of disbelief in their eyes.

"What, what's going on here, the pressure inside the Stigmata Monument, isn't it effective?"

"Am I dazzled? Don't tell me it's true. Xiao Chen actually stood on the top of the Stigmata."

Emperor Wu, who was watching the excitement on the top of the hill, and some older saints couldn't do it anymore, so they flew over one by one, wanting to see what happened.

The expression on Di Wuque's face was unpredictable, just now he was still relying on his height, insinuating that Xiao Chen was a grandson. Unexpectedly, the retribution was not good, Xiao Chen stood on the top of the Stigmata Monument all of a sudden, slapped himself in the face, and now he didn't even have the chance to take back his words.

He took out a bottle of wine from the Qiankun Ring, sat directly on the top of the Stigmata Monument, and looked at Di Wuque below.

Gave yourself a cup on the island, and said with a slight smile: "Di Wuque, I am full of sages and sages from ancient times, your ancestors' grandparents are all among them, you have to be a little better, don't you even have the qualifications to be a grandson?" .”

In terms of poisonous mouth, Xiao Chen can't lose to anyone. Since the other party has spoken, Xiao Chen has nothing to be polite about.