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Chapter 128 [Terrorist Roar]

Three special envoys from the Central Region, one in white, one in middle-aged man in blue, and one in black, and the other in old man in black, returned the gift with his sleeves.

The young man in white was about twenty-seven or eight, with a gentle expression, but there was a sense of unhidden arrogance between his eyebrows that made this gentleness discount.

The middle-aged man in the blue shirt has a shiny hair and a white face. He looks elegant and has a faint look at people, but he is much more natural than the young man in white.

The old man in black robe has a short body, a gray-bearded hair, a rosy complexion, and his eyes are always used to squinting, as if he is laughing at any time. Unfortunately, a pair of triangular eyes destroys this harmony, but instead gives people a feeling of a silence.

These three people stood there, without any breath leaking out. If they had not shown their shocking skills under the attention of the crowd, it would have almost made people unable to believe that they were martial arts powerhouses - uh, wrong, they were indeed not martial arts powerhouses, but above martial arts.

Cultivator!

Except for some older strong men, 99% of the genius seeds of the genius had never seen a cultivator. At this moment, they only had one feeling in their hearts: Is this the legendary cultivator? It is powerful and unpredictable. If they could squeeze into the top 30 in this national battle, does it mean that sooner or later they will be sideways and become mysterious and powerful cultivators!

For a moment, more than 300 young geniuses were filled with hearts and blood was ignited.

At this time, the floating boat had slowly landed on the flying stone that the king of Wuyang used to watch the battle at the highest point of Baoding Peak. Then, on the side of the boat was rolled down into a pedal, and a group of men and women rushed down. Some were servants, some were servants, some were guards, and some were guards, all of them were entourages of the three special envoys.

At this time, you can clearly see that the flying boats are covered with armored soldiers, with tight defenses, as if they are guarding something or guarding something.

This strange scene was seen by everyone, and questions could only be suppressed in their hearts.

The followers stood behind the three special envoys. A red-clothed servant walked to the middle-aged man with a flag representing the family logo, and inserted the flagpole into the ground, and inserted the stone five minutes. A clear voice echoed over Baoding Peak: "The second owner of Baiyu Mountain Villa in the Mountains and Seas, Zuo Yuheng, was summoned to the Tianjing Domain to preside over the selection of talents in the Central Domain."

Another thin follower held a sect pennant flag and came to the black-robed old man. His voice was sharp and he stabbed his eardrums: "The elder of Beimeng Sect in the Shanhai District, Wu Sen, was summoned to the Tianjing Domain to preside over the selection of talents in the Central Domain."

Finally, there is a beautiful girl in the palace dress, holding a flag of the four-sided royal family. Her voice is delicate but very penetrating, like a whisper: "The Ninth Prince of Lu Liguo in the Mountains and Seas, Gong Aobai, was summoned to the Tianjing Domain to preside over the selection of talents in the Central Domain."

The central domain corresponding to the Tianjing Under the Domain is the mountain and sea area. The sources of these special envoys also cover three major inheritance systems, including the royal family, sect, and aristocratic families, which can be said to be carefully considered.

However, for Wuyang, Zhuyue and Xinghai, the most important one is undoubtedly His Highness Ninth Highness of Lu Li Kingdom. Because Lu Li Kingdom is the directly subordinate country of their three inherited sub-countries in Tianjing Domain.

Wuyang Jun Yao Miao came forward to express his respects on behalf of the people: "The three envoys worked tirelessly, traveling thousands of miles across the two domains to benefit us. The monarch and ministers of the lower domain are so grateful. Miaotian is the lord of the host country for this battle against the lord of the host country, and thanks to the lord of the lord of our country and all the envoys of the lord of our country!"

Gong Aobai, the youngest but the most honorable person, came forward to respond to the direct country, and gave a reply, thanked him, and many etiquettes were all in one go.

After nearly an hour of struggle, the horns were long and the drums and music were played together. Three special envoys from the Central Region were in the middle, the kings of Wuyang accompanied each other, the geniuses of various countries were in front of each other, and the important officials were surrounding them. The stars were surrounding the moon, and they were calling each other and rushing towards Shengjing.

...

At the same time, in front of the Fenglong Cave in Panlongling, Luo Xiao's figure appeared out of nowhere. A strong and powerful aura rolled away from all directions with him as the center, with a momentum comparable to the seventh-level high.

"Well, Yuanli has just completed its full-grain state, and his breath has skyrocketed, and he is still a little uncontrollable..." Luo Xiao stretched his waist long and looked at the sunshine that had not been seen for many days. His whole body and mind were comfortable, and he felt a sense of satisfaction that was perfect and unobstructed.

The spiritual consciousness sank into the dantian, and the originally nine-part spiritual buds in the core had grown into spiritual branches, with branches five inches long, which is the sign of the realm of the middle stage of the seventh stage. This month of retreat was equivalent to jumping through the first stage and reaching the middle stage. As for the diameter of the spiritual branch... it would be fine if you don't say this, there is really no comparison.

In terms of realm, Luo Xiao is already in the middle of the seventh stage, and he has become more diligent in his cultivation and has reached a higher level.

The samurai's cultivation mainly depends on the state of the condensation of the elementary power, from low to high: sixth-level gas state, seventh-level particle state, eighth-level liquid state, ninth-level semi-solid state, and tenth-level solid state.

The seventh-order particle state is that the aerosol-shaped elemental force condenses into large or small gas particles, causing the viscosity of the elemental force to greatly increase. This stage is also called semi-liquid, and the concentration naturally exceeds the gaseous elemental force.

The same quality and size of the core, the energy stored in the semi-liquid state is more than three or five times stronger than the gas state. It is manifested in the battle that the sixth-level warrior exhausts the energy, while the seventh-level warrior may still be blushing and breathing...

When the realm has reached and the cultivation has reached, only the seventh-level mark is left - the combat power of the Suzaku Warrior!

The next moment, Luo Xiao's figure flashed a few times, but he didn't see his way clearly. He had already appeared at the top of Panlong Peak.

The mountain wind whistled and his clothes were swept. Luo Xiao's figure naturally moved with the strong wind. He seemed to merge into the wind, as if he would ride the wind at any time.

With a long roar, the mountains echoed and the clouds rolled.

The shadow of the wind is great!

The seventh-level Suzaku Samurai, achieved!

At dusk, Luo Xiao appeared under the Baoding Peak of Baoxiang Mountain. He no longer disguised himself, but he was not suitable to wear a bronze mask to sway the market. So he put on a hat and rode out of the mountain.

Compared with the daytime, there were much less crowds under Baoding Peak at this time, but there were still many people lingering here, flying towards the huge flying boat on the stone on the top of the mountain, pointing fingers and admiring.

Luo Xiao was also watching the flying boat. Although he missed the shock of the flying boat coming to the sky in the morning, he had heard a lot of legends about flying boats in the years of the martial arts hall. Of course, these legends were only superficial, and the one who really made him understand this strange thing was the nameless old man.

In front of Fenglong Cave, when the old man Wuming talked about the cultivation of the Central Region, he focused on a very important thing: magic weapon.

For cultivators, magic weapons are like spiritual weapons to warriors.

The floating boat is a giant magic weapon, and has even reached the level of quasi-magic weapon.

The old man Wuming talked a lot at that time, and only mentioned the floating boats slightly. There are three key points: First, the floating boats are very precious, and the entire mountain and sea area has only three floating boats that can fly across the region from a long distance.

Second, the source of power of the floating boat is the spirit stone, mainly the medium-grade spirit stone.

Finally, since the various domains are separated by oceans, and the vast oceans are the world of sirens. Therefore, the floating boat is the only way to leave the lower domain and go to the middle domain.

The old man Wuming emphasized this third point, which is to hope that Luo Xiao would participate in the battle of the Tianjiao Kingdom, bring glory to Wuyang Kingdom, and also gain a bright future for himself.

"The only way..." Luo Xiao rubbed his smooth chin, thinking about it, and suddenly a heart-pounding roar that shocked the soul exploded in his ears.

The next moment, the stimulated nucleus was not controlled at all, and the instinct exploded, and the nucleus spread around like waves, branches urged to break, and grass chips flew, like a small whirlwind.

The same situation also happened everywhere in Baoding Peak. Many ordinary people who were close to each other suffered from the disaster, and many people suffered from broken teeth and fractures.

For a moment, the entire Baoding Peak was in chaos, and the people of Shengjing, who were dozens of miles away, could be heard vaguely, and all looked surprised at Baoxiang Mountain.

It seemed to be driven by this strange roar, and the same roar came one after another, like a beast roar, or a ghost roar, with endless resentment and hatred, and even more violent and violent, making people feel numb and their qi and blood sank.

When the first strange roar appeared, Luo Xiao was caught off guard, and was caused by his defensive instinct, but he quickly stopped his mind and held Yuanyi, and his Yuanli returned to the core, without any leakage. The strange roar afterwards still made ordinary people feel terrified, but he could no longer interfere with him.

Suddenly, the strange roar stopped abruptly, and the mountains and fields were silent, as if nothing had happened before, only the buzzing of ears reminded people that everything before was not a nightmare, but actually happened.
Chapter completed!
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