The most powerful emperor system

Chapter 1115 Stepping into the Quasi-King
Luoyang knew that the great figures of Bailu Academy also took the lead and taught by precept and deed. Even the dean and vice-principal had to teach. Of course, the objects of their education were those powerful kings.

"Thank you senior for your kindness, then this junior will leave." Luo Yang naturally knew how to advance and retreat, and left gratefully holding the wooden sign.

"Could it be that this young man is really so good that he deserves the price you paid for his cultivation?"

Another person appeared in Zhu Mei's room, that was Lu Jiude, he said in surprise: "It seems that only Zhang Xuanling has been able to receive such training from you these years."

Zhu Mei shook her head: "Zhang Xuanling is indeed extraordinary, he is the most genius existence I have seen in 10 years. But since I saw this Luoyang, I realized that Zhang Xuanling is far behind him."

"How far away? How big is the gap!"

Lu Jiude said in surprise, in his judgment, although Luoyang is the proud son of heaven, he should be inferior to Zhang Xuanling, after all, he witnessed that person's talent with his own eyes.

"How big is it? If Zhang Xuanling is a rushing river, then Luoyang is Wang Yang. If Zhang Xuanling is a fierce tiger, then Luoyang is a dragon. The gap is so big."

As Zhu Mei said, Lu Jiude, who let Mount Tai collapse in front of his eyes without changing his face, changed color, with veins throbbing on his forehead: "It seems that a wizard is about to rise!"

On the second day after getting the wooden card, Luoyang began to follow the Confucian scholars here to attend classes, listen to lectures, and do learning, and directly left Zhu Chenguang, who wanted to go out for a romantic trip, to the side, making this guy feel miserable.

In a blink of an eye, half a month has passed, and Luoyang has already attended dozens of classes. The lecturers include young teachers who have just entered the profession, some great Confucian scholars with brilliant heads and poor books, and some weird-tempered eccentric talents.

After half a month, Luoyang stopped attending classes, but spent the whole time in the Library Pavilion. He loved to read all kinds of books, and he never got tired of them.

He never let go of a collection of classics and histories, tales of ghosts and ghosts, classics of sages, quizzes and answers of celebrities, anecdotes and strange events, and geographical scenery.

Luoyang has the highest authority given by Zhu Mei, he can read any classics, and there are so many books here, so Luoyang can read them as much as he wants!
Luoyang's soul has reached the realm of the king of heaven, and has a pair of holy pupils and the third divine eye. The speed of reading is really too fast, like a wind blowing clouds, one by one.

It takes a quarter of an hour for others to read a book, but he can read a hundred thousand books in a quarter of an hour.

A month passed, and on a stormy night, there was a long howl in the Zangshu Pavilion, clear and intense, and a divine light rushed into the sea of ​​clouds in the night sky, alarming the entire Bailu Academy.

But Luoyang, who had been soaking in the library, appeared, his whole body burst into brilliant light, his wisdom was boundless, and he climbed to the sky step by step, stepping into the sky.

A heavenly gate descends, surrounded by thousands of neon lights, thousands of clouds, and spiritual power surges like a raging sea, sweeping across the sky. This is the tenth heavenly gate.
"break!"

These days Luoyang has been doing a lot of learning, accumulated a lot of knowledge, and moved with a single thought. Compared with the previous nine openings of the Tianmen, this time it seemed relaxed and freehand, and the gate collapsed with just one punch.

The vast heaven and earth vitality poured into Luoyang's body, and the catastrophe came immediately, and a picture of Taiji spewed out from Luoyang's dantian, directly enveloping the sea of ​​clouds.

Countless articles of sages appeared, wrapped outside the Tai Chi Diagram for blessing, and phantoms appeared around Luoyang, which aroused people's exclamation, and even the river of righteousness set off waves!

"This is the manifestation of the Hundred Saints! My God, this is a rare spectacle! This young man has been praised and affirmed by the Hundred Saints in just one and a half months!" A great scholar exclaimed, almost tearing his head off. own beard.

"Senior Zhang Xuanling also studied hard here for 300 years before leading to the appearance of the Hundred Saints! This junior is even more talented than Zhang Xuanling!" An old Confucian almost burst into tears.

"The dean is the dean. As expected of a person who has taken that step, his vision is not comparable to ours." Lu Jiude looked at the figure in the void, full of admiration for Zhu Mei.

And Luoyang was obliterating the Heavenly Tribulation in full view, and shot with the phantom of the Hundred Saints. The three eyes opened together, and finally shattered the vacuum, collapsing through the world, and the Thunder Tribulation was wiped out.

This time Luoyang officially reached the tenth heaven of mighty power, his cultivation base began to increase sharply, sublimated in the vitality of heaven and earth, and the primordial spirit between his brows became more flexible.

The Da Neng Ten Heavenly Layer has cultivated the Yuanshen to be the quasi-king, and the Luoyang Yuanshen has already been cultivated, and now his cultivation has caught up. He finally became the quasi-king, and his strength has grown by leaps and bounds.

All the mysteries around him dissipated, Luoyang came from the sky, landed in front of Zhu Mei and others, saluted respectfully, and bowed to the ground, thanking him for his kindness.

Zhu Mei showed a look of relief, he is not the kind of person who promises to return favors, he is just loyal, he only wants to cultivate more talents for the human race, and work hard for the great cause of the human race.

After Xiu became the quasi-king, Luoyang was idle for a few days, and finally Zhu Chenguang caught him and went to some strange places to have a good time, making Luoyang one head and two big.

A few days later, Luoyang began to practice again, and he felt a sense of urgency again, because Erya in the funeral coffin had completely broken through the third heaven of kings, and was now consolidating her cultivation.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk."

There was a knock on the door, and there was a white-haired man in a wooden house who was writing furiously, and he said without raising his head, "Come in."

The door was pushed open, and a slender and handsome young man walked in: "Senior, this junior wants to break into Baiyetang."

"Oh, there are already 26 people like you this month, but none of them can break through the [-]th hall. Do you still want to break through?" the white-haired man asked.

"Naturally." The young man was naturally Luoyang, and he put on a pose and said, "Please enlighten me, senior."

"Okay, since that's the case, I'll teach you a lesson!" The white-haired man suppressed his cultivation at the first entry of the fifth heaven of the king, which Luoyang just asked for!

"boom!"

The white-haired man thought that Luoyang was being too arrogant, so he wanted to teach him a lesson. Shots were the ultimate move. The article he just wrote flew out, turned into a sword, spear, sword and halberd and stabbed at Luoyang.

"boom!"

A moment later, there was another explosion, and the table in the wooden house had collapsed, and the white-haired young man sat on the ground, looking at Luoyang with the eyes of a monster.

"Senior, I have accepted it. Have I passed the test?" Luo Yang asked with a simple and honest face.

"It's over, I'm about to lose my temper and you still pass the test? Where did you come from, hurry up, let's go to the second class! Poor me, I have to repair the table, who is messing with whom?"

Luo Yang ignored his thoughts, clasped his fists together and rushed to the second hall. It was a thatched hut, in which lived a skinny old man, who was writing poetry at the moment.

"Good boy, passed the calligraphy hall so quickly? Interesting, then you can see how good my poetry hall is."

The skinny old man saw Luoyang walking in, and immediately wrote a poem in the air. There was an aura of gold and iron horses. There were warriors on the battlefield holding phoenix wings and gold-plated borings, and they smashed down towards Luoyang. for!

"break!"

After Luoyang's strength gathered to its peak, he shot, a ray of flames pierced the sky and the earth, the giant was blown to pieces, the thin old man's mouth grew wide, and the brush in his hand fell to the ground.

"Senior, I have accepted it." In a blink of an eye, Luoyang rushed to the third class.

"What a genius." The skinny old man realized after taking a breath, heaving and moaning endlessly.

And just when he picked up the fallen writing brush, there was a strange scream from the third hall not far away: "Ge Laozi, brat, don't run away!"

The skinny old man was stunned, because he knew that this was the third hall that was also broken. In just a quarter of an hour, Luoyang broke through 36 halls, setting a record!

"Luoyang, right? What a handsome young man. Are you really determined to break into your sister's medicine hall?" A woman sat in a room filled with the smell of medicine and said charmingly.

She wasn't born beautiful, but the style on her chest was really majestic: "It's so rude to rush around, I just need an assistant here, why don't you stay here and help me?"

"Eh?" Luo Yang was speechless for a while, and finally said innocently: "Auntie, what are you talking about, I don't understand."

"Auntie? Brat, you're finished!" Hongwei's woman was furious immediately, and the veins on her forehead twitched violently: "First poison you half to death, and then let you say whether I am a sister or an auntie!"

A quarter of an hour later, the woman sat down in the chair with a dejected expression, almost doubting her life.

Frustrated: "Stinky boy, you won, 350 seven kinds of poisons, and you still have nothing to do. You won, and your whole family won!"

"Hey, sister, you're actually pretty pretty." Luo Yang smiled awkwardly, turned around and ran away. He has a supreme physique and is invulnerable to all poisons, so naturally he is not afraid of this place.

Two hours passed in a blink of an eye, and Luoyang has reached No.70 Batang!
"Senior, don't embarrass me, I don't know how to play chess!" Luo Yang said with a sad face in Hall 78. In front of him was a chess board and an old man with a dark face.

"You fart!" The old man swears directly: "How did you pass the previous level? How did you pass the previous level? You can draw and play the piano, why can't you play chess? You look down on me!"

"I broke the paintbrush, smashed the guqin, and was beaten out by two seniors." Luo Yang said coyly.

"What?" The old man almost jumped up, and quickly put the chessboard away like a thief: "Well, as long as you can catch my ten pieces, you will win!"

After some noise, Luoyang walked away, only the old man was left looking at the crumbs of chess pieces on the ground, crying without tears: "Little bastard, I want you to catch it, not crush it!"

Finally, Luoyang broke into the No.90 hall, where there was a blacksmith, shirtless, sweating profusely, forging a peerless sword.

"Senior, look at the trick!" Seeing that Lie Xin was happy, Luo Yang swiped out his sword, and just like that, he used the Nine Styles of the Great Sword.

"Good swordsmanship!"

The man smiled, and fought with Luoyang when he drew his sword. Although this man had suppressed his cultivation in the fifth heaven of kings, he was the hall master of the eighth heaven after all, and he had lived for hundreds of thousands of years.

Neither experience nor swordsmanship attainments are comparable to Luoyang. He fought against Luoyang from a high position. After one hundred and eight swords, Luoyang lost in mourning.

"What's your expression?" The man was puzzled and said, "Don't you still want to win me? My God, you really want to win me!"

(End of this chapter)