C139 Yi Alliance Zheng Yang!

Human World, Heavenly Martial Continent.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

Tongxin City, Qin Yuan's room.

Qin Yuan, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, slowly opened his eyes.

Qin Yuan turned his neck and made a cracking sound.

"Time flies!" Qin Yuan sighed, "I have been in Heavenly Martial Continent for nearly three years!"

"Three years. I wonder how Immortal World has changed!" Qin Yuan looked up at the roof and recalled.

"But soon!" Qin Yuan clenched his fist, causing the air to explode. "I have already reached the Martial King Second Layer, and I am not far away from the Immortal Realm! In five years at most, I will be able to reach the Immortal Realm! At that time..."

Five years!

Qin Yuan was sure that he would be able to break through to the Immortal Realm from the Martial King Second Layer in five years' time. If outsiders knew about this, they would definitely look down on him.

Immortals! This was a special term! It had been a thousand years since anyone in Heavenly Martial Continent had achieved immortality through tribulation, but Qin Yuan was sure that he could become an Immortal within five years.

Five years! Perhaps this was the time when those peerless expert who had been pursuing the Immortal Realm for so long had gone into seclusion.

"Calculating the time, Big Brother should have come!" Qin Yuan pinched his fingers and said.

"Dong! Dong! Dong!"

As soon as Qin Yuan finished speaking, there was a loud knock on the door.

"Brother, open the door! I am Zhan Feng!" Zhan Feng's voice came from outside the door.

Qin Yuan smiled. He stretched his legs and stood up. He walked to the door and opened it.

"Let's go! Today is the final match! If we succeed, we will reach the sky in a single step. If we lose, we will fall into the streets!" Zhan Feng exaggerated.

"Yes! Let's go! I also want to see the other young generation!" Qin Yuan said in a deep voice.

"I'm afraid this will disappoint you!" Zhan Feng sighed, "In these three days, I have been collecting information. The contestants from the other four continents are basically from the older generation! They are all old people who are about to die!"

"Hmm?" Qin Yuan raised his eyebrows. "They are all old people!"

"Not all of them! At least, we are not brothers!" Zhan Feng laughed.

"Then there are no other young generation in the other four continents!" Qin Yuan asked, puzzled.

"Yes, but there is only one." Zhan Feng said with a smile.

"One!" Qin Yuan frowned, "Who!"

"Zheng Li?!" Zhan Feng said with difficulty.

"Zheng Li! Who is this man?!" Qin Yuan looked at Zhan Feng.

"Zheng Li! Sigh, let's talk while walking!" Zhan Feng sighed.

"Zheng Li is a Martial King Stage warrior from the Yee Alliance of Middle Continent," Zhan Feng said slowly.

"Yee Alliance!" Qin Yuan frowned, "What kind of power is this?"

"Power!" Zhan Feng smiled and said, "It's not even the Yee Alliance!"

"Then what exactly is this Yee Alliance?" Qin Yuan frowned more and more.

"The so-called Yee Alliance is an alliance formed by a group of people." Zhan Feng explained slowly.

"An alliance formed by a group of people!" Qin Yuan said in a deep voice, "Who are these people!"

"Who are they?" Zhan Feng smiled bitterly. "They are basically the younger generation like us!"

"They are all the younger generation!" Qin Yuan repeated, "How is that possible! The younger generation are all self-confident and never put anyone in their eyes! Pride! Arrogance! These are the terms of the younger generation!"

"They are not convinced of each other, how can they form an alliance!" Qin Yuan said in a deep voice.

"That's right! The young generation of Middle Continent had far surpassed the young generation of the other four continents! Ordinary people can't make them submit, but he is an exception! " Zhan Feng said with a bitter smile.

"Who, who is he? The Alliance Master," Qin Yuan said in a deep voice.

"Yes, he is the Alliance Master," Zhan Feng said seriously.

"Who is he?" Qin Yuan asked in a deep voice.

"Him!" Zhan Feng's eyes were filled with memories.

Before Zhan Feng came out, he was from the War God Pavilion.

"Feng'er, after you go out, don't provoke Zheng Xiang from the Middle Continent. Otherwise, you won't even know what you are doing!" On the main seat, a hazy shadow spoke to Zhan Feng, who was standing below, and instructed him solemnly.

Although the figure was hazy, the Qi that was occasionally emitted from his body caused the Qi of Heaven and Earth to become chaotic.

"Why?!" Zhan Feng asked curiously.

"What's so special about Zheng Xiang? He is also a young man!" Zhan Feng refused to accept it and said, "Dad, you are not the one who told me that the War God Pavilion is not afraid of anything! You even dared to fight a god, so why did you make me avoid him? "

"Yes! Dad told you that the War God Pavilion doesn't fear the heavens and the earth. We even dare to fight a god! However, the key is that he isn't an ordinary god!" The hazy figure said solemnly.

"Hmph! I don't care if he is an ordinary god or a special god. I will definitely trample on him and make him my stepping stone to become a god!" Zhan Feng said coldly.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning came from afar and struck at Zhan Feng.

"Hmph!" Zhan Feng let out a cold humph and raised his fist towards the bolt of lightning.

"Boom!"

"Bang!"

The lightning bolt collided with Zhan Feng's fist.

A huge storm spread between the two.

"Hmph! War God Fist!" Zhan Feng shouted.

The originally ordinary fist flashed with a golden light, and the entire fist turned golden.

"Zhan Tian! Fight the Earth! God of War!" Zhan Feng shouted.

On the golden fist, a faint shadow appeared.

That shadow was a person.

That shadow also slowly clenched his fist and punched towards that lightning.

That punch was filled with a brave and fearless aura.

"God of War!" a voice suddenly sounded in the air.

"Boom!"

The lightning turned into dust under the fist.

"Not bad! A bit of the shadow of the War God!" A slightly praising voice sounded from the void of space.

"Who are you!" Zhan Feng shouted.

"I am the Zheng Xiang you are talking about, the one who wants to step on me!" The voice in the void sounded once again.

"You are Zheng Xiang!" Zhan Feng exclaimed. "How is that possible? You are in the Middle Continent, and this is the Eastern Continent! Why is your attack here?"

"Haha! Everything is possible!" Zheng Xiang said faintly.

"Haha! It seems like your War God Pavilion has a future!" Zheng Xiang's voice seemed to be everywhere.

"That's true! But, compared to you, it's still much worse!" The blurry shadow on the main seat said with a bitter smile.

"Not bad! Not bad at all! I'm also just a lucky coincidence!" Zheng Xiang said tactfully.

"You are called Zhan Feng, right? I am waiting for your challenge in Middle Continent!" Zheng Xiang's voice entered Zhan Feng's ears.

"Haha! I still have something to deal with. You guys continue to chat!" Zheng Xiang came quickly and left quickly.

He left without any hesitation.