Extraordinary Perspective

Chapter 1160 1162 Master! (third change)
In a temple on a green hill, a young man looked at the statue of a Bodhisattva in front of him. There was no respect in his eyes, but a hint of disdain on the contrary.

This young man was dressed in white clothes, the ancient clothes, with long hair tied behind his head, like a scholar who came out of ancient times, but his body did not exude the literati atmosphere of a scholar, but full of There is a killing spirit that only a general can have.

The young man has sharp edges and corners, has extremely handsome facial features, and a fair face, like white jade. This appearance alone will make people unforgettable at a glance.

If he walks on the street, he will definitely cause many star-chaser girls to scream, he is too handsome.

It's a pity that the pupils are too indifferent, as if everything in the world is just a scenery to him, not worthy of his nostalgia.

He was in this temple, but he had a playful mentality, as if he was a god descended from the sky, and he looked down on everything.

"There is no god in the world, and the weak always pin their hopes on the gods. It really has not changed for a thousand years." The young man said lightly, in his tone, there was a vicissitudes of time.

"Little friend, one must always be in awe in one's life. If one loses faith, it is like a boat on the sea without lights. It can only drift with the current, ups and downs." A meditator The old monk spoke suddenly.

"You mean, I should believe that there is a god in the world?" The young man sneered.

"The gods have always existed, and they have always been watching us." The old monk continued.

"Foolish, if there is a god in this world, I would really like to see it, but unfortunately, it is just an illusion created by people. It has been like this for thousands of years. In my opinion, if you want to worship Buddha, you might as well worship me." The young man said .

"Little friend, you are insulting the gods. After death, you will go to the [-]th floor of hell."

"I have never believed that there are eighteen levels of hell. If there is, I will break through this hell." The young man said.

"Absurd, absurd... At a young age, you have no awe in your heart, and you don't pay attention to gods and Buddhas. What else in this world are you afraid of."

"Hehe, I am not afraid of anything, because others have always been afraid of me." The young man laughed loudly.

The old monk shook his head, feeling that young people's hearts are higher than the sky, and in today's society, they will suffer a lot sooner or later.

However, when the old monk stood up and looked back at the figure of the young man, his pupils shrank suddenly. He saw the clear footprints of the young man left on the stone slabs of the main hall. As the footsteps of the young man fall, there are traces that are not deep and not shallow.

The young man put his hands behind his back and didn't turn his head, but the old monk was already dumbfounded, because he saw the young man walking towards the air step by step, walking in the air.

"Living Immortal..." The old monk immediately knelt down, clasped his hands together, and bowed to the young man.

The young man who was leaving showed a faint smile, and shook his head gently: "Ignorant human beings, walking in the air is just a means of warriors. You call them gods and Buddhas like this. You really are ignorant."

After visiting the mountains, the young man lamented that this modern society is becoming more and more unfavorable for cultivation.

"In such a world, I'm afraid it will be difficult to find a strong man." The young man shook his head, showing a look of pity, and then he came to the place where martial artists often gather in the martial arts, and felt a few slightly powerful breaths, and couldn't help but once again Feeling: "It's really weak, it can't even reach the real energy state, this continent is getting more and more degraded."

Warriors in the martial arts world have no sense of the prying eyes of young people.

When the young man returned to his residence, he saw a middle-aged man standing at the door waiting for him.

"It's done?"

Hearing the young man's question, the middle-aged man shook his head silently.

"Huh? A trivial matter has stumped even you, the King Realm. I wonder if I kept the wrong person in the first place." The young man's eyes fell on the middle-aged man.

"Master, things have changed. If it wasn't for the appearance of Ye Qiu, I would have brought back the formula of Wan Ling Ye." The middle-aged man lowered his head, a martial artist in the king realm, bowed his head to the young man, It can be seen that the identity of this young man is extraordinary.

"Oh?" The young man showed surprise. The reason why he wanted to know the formula of the Wanling Liquid was because of the magic of the Wanling Liquid.

The energy contained in the panacea medicine can make ordinary people get rid of all kinds of diseases, strengthen their bodies, and prolong their lifespan. This kind of effect is too unusual. Although he has also tried the effect of the panacea medicine, it does not help him, but He was very curious, how ordinary humans would come up with something like panacea liquid, which has the effect of elixir.

"Ye Qiu...you mentioned this person, I remembered it, I heard that the panacea medicine was made by him, but you are alone in the king realm, facing a young man, you will not return in vain. "

Speaking of this, the muscles on the middle-aged man's face trembled.

"What happened?" The young man realized that things were not as simple as he thought.

Then, the middle-aged man narrated how he and Ye Qiu fought, and even told the fact that Ye Qiu told him to leave in the end.

The young man showed a bit of surprise, being able to defeat his old slave, this Ye Qiu is very unusual.

"It's up to the owner to beat a dog. It's a bit of a bone for Ye Qiu to humiliate you like this when he knows I exist." The young man didn't get angry immediately, but showed a hint of appreciation, but this admiration was fleeting. It turned cold in an instant: "But, the person who touched me, even if you have the backbone, you will still die."

"Master, this person's strength is not low, so don't be careless." The middle-aged man reminded.

"Are you worried that I won't be able to deal with him?" The young man's eyes flashed suddenly, and the middle-aged man quickly changed his words: "No, I just remind the young master not to underestimate him."

The young man didn't take it seriously, and said indifferently: "In this world, it is really not easy to cultivate to the level of a king. Naturally, I will not underestimate him. On the contrary, I am very interested in him, and I can't wait to see him." him."

"I thought there was no one in this world worthy of my attack. Although this person's strength is only at the king level, he can practice his hands. I haven't made a move for so many years. I feel that my bones are going to rust. It's time to take action I'm active, I just hope he doesn't disappoint me too much." The young man said slowly.

The middle-aged man lowered his head and said: "Young master, no matter how strong this person is, he will eventually lose."

"Hehe, I hope that he won't be able to fight more. Before the big opportunity opens, I won't be too lonely with such a guy to play with me." The young man showed a smile.

"The great opportunity must belong to you, young master. At that time, we can take the opportunity to leave this declining world and return to the ancestral land." The middle-aged man said.

"Sleeping for thousands of years, I can't wait to return." The young man sighed, but he could hear the excitement in his voice.

(End of this chapter)