Bear Child's Journey Through Ten Thousand Worlds

Chapter 204
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Wang Xiaoming was a little surprised when he saw the frame stopped on the roulette.

【Ding!Congratulations to the host for winning the Thunderbolt Misery World, time and space travel for three seconds to open it, please prepare the host! 】

Listening to the system's prompt, Wang Xiaoming secretly wanted to enter the world of suffering. Do I have to think about my own poem name?

At the moment when the space vortex was turned on, Wang Xiaoming said to the system thoughtfully, "What's the mission?"

【Ding!Task 1000: Go to the summit of Yongxu, find Tired Harvest, and comprehend the Nine Suns Art. If the task is successful, you will get [-]+ experience for engaging in trouble. If the task fails, your comprehensive ability will be reduced to D level. 】

Wang Xiaoming couldn't help but smile when he heard the system's prompt. Such a task is very interesting.

The moment the space vortex opened, Wang Xiaoming was directly absorbed into it.

In the turbulent flow of space, Wang Xiaoming thought carefully. In the world of suffering, use many powerful characters, such as Emperor Qitian, Emperor Tathagata, Yiyingshu, Ye Xiaochai, Baqi evil god, Moxi Great Emperor, Empress Hanba, etc. A changing character.

Of course, in this miserable world, all the protagonists, there is no such thing as a male or female supporting role. As for the protagonist in this world, only Qingxiang Bailiansu can really be regarded as the male protagonist.

Wang Xiaoming thought to himself, the water in this world is too deep and there are many characters, no matter what period it is, there will always be big people who shake the martial arts world.

This difficult situation is indeed very difficult. From time to time, a powerful boss will appear, making the people in the difficult situation miserable.

Wang Xiaoming also thought that in this world, the most important thing is to appear on the stage, and to appear on the stage must have an appearance title, which made him a little distressed.

Suddenly, Wang Xiaoming was on a wilderness, and a spatial vortex appeared, and Wang landed lightly.

After landing, Wang Xiaoming looked around and found that there was nothing there, and he didn't know where it was.

The only thing that is certain is that he has come to the world of suffering.

It's just that we don't know that period yet.

Wang Xiaoming pondered for a long time before saying: "What about Shihao, hehe, I thought of it."

"Half-god, half-sage and half-immortal, all Confucianism, all Taoism, all sages, with a good system in my mind, I am the sky to dominate the world!"

While muttering words, Wang Xiaoming couldn't help laughing. He had already put on the skin of Li Baifeng Qiuhuang, his white clothes fluttered, his white hair fluttered, and his whole body was slightly immortal, which was very in line with the style of this world.

Wang Xiaoming was very happy when he came up with his half-baked poem name, and then started to do the task.

"Go to the top of Yongxu, find the local tyrant gold, and comprehend the Nine Suns Art!" Wang Xiaoming said to the system.

【Ding!Due to the grand structure of this world, the journey to the summit of Yongxu is far away, so the host needs to pay 500 experience points for doing things! 】

Wang Xiaoming's face sank, he hadn't gained the experience of doing things, so he had to pay for the shuttle, this system is just trying to trick people!
This can't help but make Wang Xiaoming regret in his heart. The poem account also praised you as a good system. You are really blind, it is a pit system.

Although he thought so in his heart, Wang Xiaoming didn't say it out. After all, he had already gained a lot of experience in dealing with troubles after his trip to Douluo Dalu. It doesn't hurt to deduct a little bit, but he just hoped that the system would not be too sloppy.

With a thought, Wang Xiaoming paid directly.

【Ding!Congratulations to the host for making the payment successfully. This time, you have spent 500 points worth of experience, balance: 101674.6]

【Ding!Spatial displacement will start soon, host please get ready! 】

After the system notification sounded, the space vortex in front of him opened, directly absorbing Wang Xiaoming.

Everlasting Summit
In a place like a fairyland, the terrain is precipitous, and the immortal energy is concentrated. On the top of the mountain, a space vortex appears. Wang Xiaoming, dressed in white clothes, falls lightly to the ground.

After landing, Wang Xiaoming looked around, and he was slightly relieved after confirming that this was the base of the famous Jian Juan Shoutian.

Seeing that the top of the mountain is flat and surrounded by green forests, Wang Xiaoming shouted: "The local tyrant's gold, tired of harvesting the sky!"

After shouting for a long time, he didn't see anyone, and there was no response. Wang Xiaoming's face was slightly puzzled, did the local tyrant Jin go out?

He won't be on the top of Yongxu, right?

However, at this moment, a strong wind swept across the ground, a light wind hit, and a golden figure came from the sky.

Immediately, I heard a resounding poem: "Jiangtian is the same color without dust, and fish and dragons dive to watch the Taoist body."How can heaven and man have two kinds of righteousness? The truth is true only in human beings.

When the sound of the poem trumpet fell, one could see the flowing figure in a golden Taoist robe, holding Fengchen in his hand, and slowly landed. There were waves of dust on the ground, with his back to Wang Xiaoming, standing in front of him.

Wang Xiaoming looked at this figure from the back and thought to himself that he is indeed a local tyrant Jin, known as Bei Fangxiu, and his appearance is so full of style.

"Do you dare to face each other head on?" Wang Xiaoming coughed lightly and said to the golden figure.

Hearing Wang Xiaoming's words, the golden figure suddenly looked back, and with a wave of his sleeves, an invisible gust of wind swept towards Wang Xiaoming.

Wang Xiaoming let the blowing breeze blow his body, his robe fluttered, his face was very calm, as if I was watching you pretending to be quiet.

When he turned around, he revealed a handsome face, with a golden hat on his head, his immortal air was concentrated, like a cultivating immortal.

Dressed in gold, holding floating dust in his hand, and carrying a golden long sword on his back, he is naturally Bei Fangxiu, famous sword Tired Shoutian!
Tired Shoutian looked at the white robe in front of him, and he also looked like a fairy, but he was very young, which made the original serious expression of Tired Shoutian a bit more relaxed, and asked softly: " May I ask who is little friend? What is the purpose of coming to my humble house?"

Listening to Tired Shoutian's voice, Wang Xiaoming was indeed extraordinarily magnetic. He couldn't help but smile and said, "My surname is Bai and my name is Xianjun, and my name is Xiaoming. I'm here to find you."

Tired Shoutian frowned slightly, his expression condensed slightly, and he asked softly: "Bai Xianjun is quite unfamiliar, how dare you ask me why you are looking for me?"

Wang Xiaoming walked slowly, and when he came to Tired Shoutian, he didn't rush to answer, but turned around in front of him.

Tired Shoutian's face was as calm as a mountain, he could only hear the sound of Wang Xiaoming's walking footsteps, and asked: "I have never heard of this name in the martial arts, so I will tell you what I came here for, otherwise I will misunderstand you as some evil spirit. That would be bad."

Hearing what Tired Shoutian said, Wang Xiaoming thought to himself, you local tyrant Jin, are you threatening me?

"I came to you because I wanted to learn your Jiuyang Tianjue, because your technique is so cool, I want to learn it!" Wang Xiaoming said.

Hearing Wang Xiaoming's words, Tired Shoutian moved his body slightly, seemed very surprised, turned his head to look at Wang Xiaoming, and asked, "Do you want to learn the Nine Suns Art?"

"Yeah, what's the matter?" Wang Xiaoming couldn't help asking, looking at Tired Shoutian's surprised expression.

"How did you know the Nine Suns Art?" Tired Shoutian pondered for a while, and couldn't help asking in a deep voice.

(End of this chapter)