Most Conceited War God

At the bottom of the waterfall of rubble, a young figure shot up into the sky like a dragon, his body rising up by a few inches, then he struck out with the Shaolin Divine Fist. With a loud bang, the waterfall of rubble was split into two halves by Ling Jian's body.    

Swish!    

Ling Jian's body was pressed tightly against the stone wall, and with another strike of his palm, the stone wall around the waterfall began to tremble. With a crisp cracking sound, Ling Jian's body flashed behind the stone waterfall and then, after resting for a while, his body moved again, following the mountain wall that was several tens of feet high, violently striking the wall, but he did not move at all.    

Swish!    

Ling Jian's movements were surprisingly fast and agile, as if he was a monkey that was climbing up a cliff. In just a few seconds, he had climbed from the bottom of the cliff all the way to the top.    

Bang!    

Ling Jian's body leapt forward, and just as his figure was about to reach the top of the cliff, he suddenly jumped up, and then landed steadily on the top of the cliff.    

"Hehe, it seems that my strength has improved again. Not bad, I hope that I can reach the seventh level of the martial way in the Cloud Sky Mountain Range."    

After suppressing the thoughts in his heart, Ling Jian's eyes flashed. He then leaped down the cliff again and began to cultivate.    

"Let's go!"    

"..."    

Beneath the cliff, the youth's figure was like a spirit monkey and a dragon serpent. He slowly climbed up the cliff from the bottom of the cliff, and then once again descended from the top of the cliff.    

Such demonic training had already made the youth forget the existence of time and immerse himself in the waves of training.    

Just as the youth was training like this, at the bottom of the mountain, in a forest, several figures were approaching with unfriendly eyes. Their footsteps were very slow, very light, their voices were being suppressed with extreme precision, and without any surprises, they were all martial arts experts.    

"Young Master Jie, that Xue Tian Tu must have fled in this direction."    

There was a group of seven or eight people, and among them, there was a young man that was leading. He wore the dao robe of the small World Sect, and on the left side of his chest, there was a flashing sword light engraved.    

That person was none other than the young sect master of the little World School, Jie Qianqian.    

The one who spoke was an old man, his figure was skinny, he appeared to be dried up, his eyes were reserved, and hidden within was a sharp glint, a pair of protruding cheekbones was extremely eye-catching, at that moment, he was looking around the forest with unfriendly eyes, his appearance was like a hawk, under his ruthless gaze, even the fallen leaves seemed to tremble, under his gaze.    

The grey-robed old man, on his left chest, was also engraved the robe symbol of the small world sect. The grey-robed old man, on his chest, on his left, was also engraved the robe symbol of the small world sect, and impressively, he was also a member of the small world school.    

"Old Man Gray, what Xue Tu Tian took from our sect's hands is very important. Although I do not know what secrets the things our sect brought back this time are, but my father told me that this item is very important and must not be lost!"    

Jie Qian wore white clothes and he was quite handsome. However, at that moment, his handsome face was frowning bitterly. The faint sadness that appeared between his brows instead made the youth give off a cold aura.    

"Young master Jie, look, something's happening over here!"    

"Oh?"    

Jie Qianzhi quickly turned his head to the side, looked at the location that Qian Stone was talking about, and frowned.    

"Let's go over and take a look!"    

Jie Qianzhi's eyes narrowed as he solemnly said.    

"Second Saint, if you discover something, then this contribution will be remembered by this young master!"    

Jie Qianzhi's eyes narrowed as he glanced at the Second Saint, Shitou Lang.    

Qian Shilang was the Second Holy Son of one of the Six Great Holy Sons of the Ten Thousand Thunder Sect. The Six Great Holy Sons of the Ten Thousand Thunder Sect, the Seven Great Holy Ladies, were also cultivating in the Cloud Sky Mountain Range. However, the Second Holy Son coincidentally bumped into Jie Qian.    

After all, the more people a person had, the stronger their strength would be. Amongst all the other Saints, the Second Holy Son's eye of discernment was not bad at all.    

A group of seven to eight people were already slowly walking towards the direction pointed out by the thousand stone wave. The sound of footsteps gradually resounded. The forest on the ground that was stained with blood emitted a sticky, fishy stench.    

"Young master Jie, you should still remember the earth-shattering explosion before right?" Thousand Stone Waves who was walking in front suddenly turned his head and said to Jie Qianshui with a smile.    

"Oh?" A hint of contemplation instantly appeared on Jie Qianzhi's handsome face. Then, he lightly nodded and smiled, "Could it be …"    

"Young master Jie, this might not be a good thing!"    

The muscles between his brows all became serious. He opened his mouth to look at the bloodstains in the forest and said, "Perhaps, it is very possible that the things on Xue Tian Tu's body have already been stolen!"    

"What does Elder Gray mean?"    

The people he brought out this time were all experts. The people from the old rivers and lakes, especially Old Gray, had sinister methods. Other than that, he was also very shrewd and very outstanding.    

"Young master Jie, listen. What's that sound over there?"    

Elder Gray pointed at the place where the rock waterfall was.    

"The sound of falling rubble!" His handsome face also revealed a hint of faint amazement as he involuntarily cried out, "That place is extremely dangerous. The violent vibration earlier spread out from that place. If it wasn't for that earth-shattering sound suddenly echoing out, we wouldn't have stopped chasing down Xue Tian Tu!"    

"That's right. At that time, if we didn't stop, there was a high chance that we would end up in the same situation as Xue Tian Tu."    

Xiao Yan's grayish-white, deep eyes looked in that direction and nodded gently.    

"Old Gray also thinks that the thief has been killed by the rocks?"    

Jie Qianzhi asked Old Gray.    

"Not only was he killed, it's even possible that the things that Xue Tian Tu had were taken by someone else!"    

The Second Holy Son, Qian Shilang, could be said to be as good as dead.