Vol 12 Chapter 1470: Master God

Although many leaders have been promoted to King Wu, after listening to Fang Lang's speech for a while, they knew that Fang Lang did not hide anything. They immediately closed their eyes, looking shocked and admired.
With such courage and selflessness, it is no wonder that Fang Lang will become the supreme youth.
"If King Wu and the strong are like Ye Zhizun, why should I worry about not being able to develop in the 18 Beihai?" The Lord of Heaven sighed and said with some shame.
All the leaders felt ashamed, but looking at Fang Lang's eyes, they were full of admiration and admiration.
As for the king, there is no wind, there are still some old generations of powerhouses, or some young kings who have not been promoted to the king of martial arts, who listen carefully to prove their martial arts.
Fang Lang spoke for a long time and spoke very seriously, which benefited everyone a lot.
On the spot, three senior leaders were surprised and their eyes flashed brightly. They actually worshipped Fang Lang three times in public.
"This old man has been trapped on the top of Wuwang Mountain for more than a hundred years. Today, he finally has a chance to see Wuwang's kingdom. Lord Ye, thank you for your help."
"Thank you for your suggestion. If I am promoted to King Wu, I will do whatever you want."
"Xie Ye's highest suggestion..."
The three old men bowed excitedly.
There are some older generations around who face jealousy intensely, but without a trace of jealousy, they also gain a lot. Although it is not like these three people can be promoted to King Wu immediately, but they also see the clues, promotion to King Wu is not far away.
"As expected, Ye Zhizun, one sermon gave birth to three martial kings in the Eighteen Kingdoms of the North Sea!" The crowd applauded.
Fang Lang sat on the dressing table, smiled and glanced at the three old people below, and gently raised his hand, so that these three old people would never dare to worship again. The three old men were shocked in their hearts, and their eyes looked more respectful when they looked at Fang Lang. As expected, Ye Zhizun's power was unfathomable.
"This is your chance, don't thank me!" Fang Lang smiled faintly, and he was also very happy to see the three martial kings suddenly born in the Eighteen Kingdoms of Beihai.
"Without Ye Zhijun's advice, do we still have a chance?" The three elders were very grateful to Fang Lang.
Fang Lang said without saying more.
The Lord of the Kingdom, the Lord of the Kingdom, and everyone else looked jealous. The three elders accepted Tian Ye's suggestion, and almost half of them have a mentor relationship. They will definitely help Tian Ye and Ye Cheng in the future.
I am afraid that even if Fang Lang leaves the 18 in the North Sea, Ye Cheng is the most powerful force among the 18 in the North Sea.
"Brother Ye, when you were promoted to King Wu, we saw that you had ten small worlds. We don't know what's going on?" Wufeng said.
After hearing the words, everyone closed their breath and looked at Fang Lang expectantly.
After explaining these experiences, it is also necessary for the new King Wu to accept some questions, which can be used as a guide for the public.
This windless problem is what everyone present is concerned about, so suddenly a quiet field is staring at Fang Lang expectantly.
Fang Lang had expected that someone would ask this question, so he was prepared and smiled softly when he heard this question.
"In fact, when a person is promoted to the martial arts field, it is very normal to have more than two small worlds. As far as I know, some powerful geniuses even have 100 or more small worlds. However, 18 The military doctrine of Beihai has declined, and there are no related ancient books, so few people have cultivated more than two small worlds."
Fang Lang continued, "Thanks to the inheritance of Master Blood Demon Sword King, I was able to cultivate ten small worlds. Even if it is difficult to cultivate."
Everyone was shocked and envious.
"Brother Ye, I have been promoted to King Wu. I don't know if I can cultivate another small world?" The king then asked.
Fang Lang looked at the king, shook his head and smiled, "Yes, I can, but I don't think you would do it, because that's a fool."
"Oh?" The king looked puzzled.
The others also looked at Fang Lang suspiciously.
Fang Lang explained: "The smaller the world, the more powerful they are. I read in the ancient books of Tai Chi Holy Land that there is only a small world for a true genius, and this is the so-called only real world."
"I will also integrate these ten small worlds into one and develop the most powerful and only real world."
Fang Lang did not reveal that the Prince of Blood Demon Sword had been promoted to Martial Saint, so he lied and explained the matter with Tai Chi Holy Land.
However, people have no doubt about it, because it is beyond the sky, no one dares to question it.
Perhaps the only real world is not just a small world? Windless eyes flashed and asked.
Fang Lang nodded appreciatively and said, "Yes, the only real world is a small world, but the small world is not necessarily the only real world. I don't know now. I will know when you join some big sects. What I want to say is that no matter how many small worlds we cultivate, the final path is the same. We will become the only real world." "In this way, we don't need to spend time and energy to cultivate other small worlds." The king nodded and suddenly understood.
"The only real world!" All the leaders were also very excited. This road suits them too. Although it is difficult to succeed, there is at least one direction.
Next, some young masters asked questions, and Fang Lang answered them one by one.
The harvest is great and everyone is satisfied. Looking at Fang Lang, they became more awed and respectful.
Finally, as an old friend of Fang Lang, Yan Haotian, who helped Fang Lang a lot, asked a question everyone wanted to know.
"Brother Ye, we want to know, what is your current strength?" Yan Tianxue's voice just fell, and the field suddenly fell silent, everyone was looking forward to looking at Fang Lang.
Fang Lang laughed blankly when he heard the words, but he didn't expect that they would care about it, and he couldn't help being speechless.
However, seeing the look of expectation, a sly light flashed in Fang Lang's eyes. He smiled and said: "My achievement is the first level of martial arts."
"stop!"
Everyone was immediately discouraged when they heard this, and their faces were full of contempt.
Everyone knew that Fang Lang had just been promoted to King Wu. Naturally, he is at the level of King Wu, but what they care about is Fang Lang's strength, not his achievements.
Shenwu's King Wu has only the strength of King Wu, but Fang Lang is an unparalleled genius. Before being promoted to King Wu, he can kill King Wu's super strong son of God. ..