Chapter 97：

"Your image of the past will always remain on the seventh immortal altar, waiting for the next challenger!"

The voice of Taixu Yuanling fell:

Chen Qingyu couldn't help but startled:

"Why is there no picture?"

After he defeated Wang Jue, Zhao Jiukun, and Xiang Libra, a brief overview of the lives of these opponents would appear.

But this time:

After he defeated Chen Zhengxing in his youth, no picture emerged.

"how so?"

Chen Qingyu felt a little depressed in his heart.

He is still curious about his father's experiences when he was young, especially his story with his mother.

He hasn't seen his mother yet.

Moreover, he also wanted to see what the big mistake Chen Zhengxing made back then, so that he was deprived of his identity and sent to guard the Taiyin Catacombs.

result:

Chen Zhengqing's photo-taking body in his youth, after being defeated by him, no picture flashed.

"Could it be... is it because Dad is still alive?"

He couldn't help but have a guess in his mind:

The three previous opponents are all peerless powers that have long since passed away.

The mountain sage, like Libra, who is closest to the present era, has also been dead for more than 30,000 years.

Perhaps the only one who is the only one of the top ten heavenly powerhouses, who is still alive in this era, is the most special one.

"Maybe that's the reason."

Chen Qingyu shook his head, although he was a little regretful, he didn't care too much.

He turned his head and looked deeper into the void, the sixth magnificent altar, with a flash of war in his eyes:

"Four games in a row! I won all of them!"

"I won't be reconciled, just stay in the seventh position in history!"

Although his father said that as long as he defeated his old self, he would tell him the secret:

The secret that would allow him to undergo a qualitative change and leap in strength in a short period of time.

However:

Chen Qingyu also had his own pride in his heart.

He only got 60 points in the 100% exam paper, how could he be satisfied?

Only completing the minimum requirements is not enough for him!

And he also wants to try, can rely on his current strength to directly climb to the top of the [Immortal Altar] and create a myth!

"Come on! Sixth in the Immortal Heaven Ranking!"

He took a deep breath and said aloud:

"I will continue to challenge!"

…………

Outside, [God Capital Changluo].

[Immortal Altar] Infinite golden light erupted again, and the entire Jinqiaotian roared and vibrated again.

The crowd of people around them had been looking forward to it for a long time, and when they saw this, they suddenly became excited:

"It's here again, it's here again!"

"Chen Shaojun is really fierce! He has defeated another top player in the sky!"

"Has he won four games in a row?"

"Yeah, could it be that today we are going to witness a miracle, and Chen Shaojun can make it all the way to the top?"

"This is a bit exaggerated, it's already amazing to be ranked seventh in the sky..."

When people are talking about:

The grand and boundless voice of Taixu Yuanling finally resounded in the sky again:

"[Shendu Changluo] Chen Shaojun, ranked seventh on the Immortal Heaven Ranking!"

The voice fell, and the crowd burst into cheers again.

At the entrance of the [Altar of Immortality], Chen Qinghan and the other four looked happy, with a hint of excitement in their eyes.

Every time Chen Qingyu took a step forward, the hope in their hearts increased by one point!

"etc!"

At this time, Wu Su'e suddenly thought of something, and her expression changed:

"The seventh... seems to be Chen's supreme genius, right?"

Chen Qinghan was stunned for a moment, then he reacted and muttered:

"Yes, I also remember the seventh in the Immortal Heaven Ranking. He is also an ancestor of our Chen family. It seems that his name is Chen Zhengxing."

"Chen's, you are amazing!"

Ke Zhenhai on the side, exclaimed repeatedly:

"We almost forgot an important thing!"

"Let's think about it, there are only ten places on the Immortal Heaven Ranking, six of which are human races, and four are alien races!"

"But now... the Changluo Chen Clan alone has occupied three places on the top of the list! It's terrifying!"

Wang Pojun on the side also has complicated eyes:

"A three-day list! It can be called half of the human race!"

Others don't know, but he knows it.

The tenth place on the original list was the saint who created their Liangshan Wang Clan, and the first ancestor of the ancient and modern swordsmanship—Wang Jue!

But unfortunately:

With the rise of Chen Shaojun and the immortal list, Wang Jue, who ranked tenth, was squeezed out of the list.

This is a disgraceful thing, and he naturally didn't talk about it with the others.

"Hahaha……"

Chen Qinghan let out a long laugh, his expression extremely excited:

"God bless me, the Chen Clan, I'm out of Shaojun's cousin! A three-day list! Supported half of the human race!"

"In this era, it's right for me, Chen's ZTE!"

for him:

To be able to witness all this with his own eyes, to witness such a historical moment, he is already satisfied.

Even though Chen Shaojun failed in the end, two months later he exhausted his life and died suddenly, and he could still smile at Jiuquan.

"..."

Wu Su'e and the other three looked at each other with a hint of envy.

obviously:

In this era of the Changluo Chen Clan, a young supreme genius like Chen Shaojun appeared, and his power must be prosperous!

Just like the records left in the history books by the most powerful people in history:

It is not the creation of a holy place, but the ancestor of ZTE!

…………

Outside the Dao Realm of Taixu.

Chen Zhengxing was drinking tea in the courtyard, thinking silently with a teacup in his hand:

"This kid Qingyu hasn't come out yet... It's not like he refuses to give up, he's still challenging, right?"

"Challenge once, even if one million is too empty, it's a loss for this kid to be willing."

He shook his head and put down the teacup in his hand:

"I told this kid a long time ago, how can it be so easy to climb the [Altar of Immortality]?"

"Even if it's the tenth 'Sword Saint Wang Jue', it's not that easy..."

Suddenly:

Chen Zhengxing's body froze suddenly, and there was a hint of shock and confusion in his eyes.

But he received a reminder from Taixu Yuanling:

His past photo of himself on the Immortal Altar of [Jinqiaotian] has been defeated, causing his ranking to drop to the eighth place!

And the person who defeated him was named: Chen Shaojun! !

Chapter 116 The Strong Enemy Beyond Imagination

"Chen Shaojun... Isn't that the alias of this kid Qing Yu?"

"He, he actually..."

At this moment, Chen Zhengxing felt a strong sense of absurdity in his heart.

He also thought that his son was still challenging the tenth in the heavenly list and trying to ascend to the [Altar of Immortality].

But the result?

Suddenly, Taixu Yuanling told him that his son had defeated him in his youth, took his place and ascended to the seventh place on the list!

In other words-

Just when he thought that Chen Qingyu was still competing with the 10th on the Heavenly Ranking List, in fact, they had already won consecutive battles and defeated the 10th, 9th, and 8th one after another!

Now, even his own photo on the Immortal Ranking has been defeated by Chen Qingyu!

"It's too sudden!"

Chen Zhengxing came back to his senses, couldn't help feeling complicated, and sat on the spot in a trance.

He no longer remembered how many times his son had shocked him, and how many times he had subverted his imagination.

Ten, twenty, or thirty?

From cultivation talent to awakening ability; from defeating Chen Qinggu, to advancing by leaps and bounds, sweeping invincible, and getting stronger and stronger.

He was shocked at the beginning, and then gradually became numb, thinking that no matter how amazing his son's performance was, it would not shock him.

But this time:

Chen Qingyu climbed to the [Altar of Immortality], and he was still able to sweep all the way, and his performance was like a broken bamboo, which once again brought him a long-lost shock.

"This kid..."

When he came back to his senses, he couldn't help taking a deep breath, feeling filled with emotion:

"It is my luck to have such a child."

Taking pictures of his youth, being defeated by his son, he naturally only had joy and relief in his heart.

the student surpasses the master.

All fathers in the world, of course, hope that their sons can surpass themselves, achieve greater achievements, and fulfill their unfulfilled dreams.

Hope your son will become a dragon, nothing more than that.

"Okay, great news!"

He smiled happily, suddenly thought of something, and his expression changed: