Chapter 859 (1/2)

In the cognition of most warriors of the human race, wusheng is the peak of the warriors. As for Wushen, it only exists in legends.

However, those few people know that the martial god is real, but they have not been seen for many years before they are forgotten.

There are three martial gods of the human race. They live in seclusion in the sit forget peak, the sky sea and the mist cliff of the three forbidden areas of the human race.

Because these three martial gods existed for a long time, we didn't know their real names, but they were called by the forbidden area where they lived in seclusion. It was the sitting and forgetting martial god, the all sky martial god and the misty martial god.

For many years, the three martial gods no longer care about human affairs. Gradually, we have forgotten their majesty. But now, Nian Wuji claims to be the disciple of the fog martial god, which makes many people feel awe inspiring. Is it necessary for the martial god to reappear in the world? For a while, we look at Nian Wuji's eye God more dignified, and many people have the idea of flattering.

Just then.

A voice rang out: ”presumptuous question, what can you prove that you are the disciple of the fog God”

people looked up and found that the speaker was Nangong Tianbao, the leader of Tianlong sect.

”How do you call it”

Nian Wuji looks at Nangong Tianbao lightly and asks.

He didn't know Nangong Tianbao. Did he really or deliberately humiliate Nangong Tianbao.

You should know that all nine states are against each other, and Shengwu college has played a role in pushing forward. As the grandson of niange, Nian Wuji can also say that he wants to humiliate Nangong Tianbao and give vent to his grandfather.

”No disrespect, this is Nangong Tianbao, the leader of Tianlong sect, and I don't see the ceremony yet,” said the old man.

Nianwuji appears suddenly, and bows to Nangong Tianbao: ”it's Nangong senior. I'm disrespectful. Please don't blame Nangong senior.”

”I don't know why.” Nangong Tianbao waved: ”what can you prove that you are a member of the fog God of martial arts for more than years”

”ha ha.” Nian Wuji chuckles and turns his hand. Suddenly, a jade token with the size of a palm and the complicated cloud pattern appears in his hand.

With the appearance of the jade token, the whole banquet hall was covered by a solemn, majestic and inviolable atmosphere. Anyone who reached the state of wusheng felt a shadow and heavy in his heart.

With the palm turned, Nian Wuji put away the jade token and said with a smile: ”this is my master's order of misty martial arts. It's stained with my master's breath. Now, do you still doubt it”

”dare not”

Nangong Tianbao is a little puckered. As for Xuanyuan Wui, there's a layer of sadness on his face.

Seeing that the military barracks are going to be destroyed soon, it's hard to think that the grandson of niange is actually a disciple of the fog martial god. With the name of the fog martial god, the military barracks are likely to revive.

Chuge and other senior officials were very happy because they saw the hope of the military barracks to reunify the human race.

”I'm afraid there's something everyone doesn't know.” The voice of Nian Wuji rings again.

For a while, the eyes of all the people fell on him, and Xuanyuan Wui and others felt a little bad.

Only Nian Wuji continued: ”my Shifu, who used to be one of the garrison elders in the military camp, doesn't want to see the military camp destroyed even though he doesn't care about the world now, but I want to come here.”