King of Gods

In such a scene, the people in Lingwu Temple were shocked and sluggish, and they were overwhelmed.

Who had expected that the Guangyun Hou of Xiangyun State’s military force would be easily defeated by a younger generation.

"Master!"

Ye Lingyun and others, exclaimed, flying and guarding the side of Guanghou Hou.

A group of people, glaring at the morning, but also can not hide the fear of the heart.

"No one of you should shoot!"

Hiroyuki Hou stabilized his body and voiced to the disciples who were present.

He was alone, squatting and barely standing in the same place.

Zhao Feng’s heart was inexplicably touched, and he looked at the image of the strong enemy of Guangyu Hou.

If there is no Guanghou Hou, the public martial arts strong on the field, in front of Quan Chen, will only be the fate of being slaughtered.

"Xu Shishu, I am not a murderer."

Quan Chen smiled leisurely, his eyes passed over Guanghou Hou and others, and finally settled on Bei Mo.

Hey!

He swayed and came to Beimo in an instant.

"What do you want to do……"

The northern ink was tight, and the internal strength of the whole body was found to be still banned.

Spring morning just stood in front of him, like laughing and laughing, not shooting.

"Bei Mo Shidi, you are a pro-disciple of Xu Ran Shishu, you should know the practice system of the Zongmen world. The martial art is essentially an entry-level foundation, and the martial arts sacred world is a new beginning."

The sound of the spring morning is very gentle.

The people present, Zhao Feng, Ye Lingyun and others, are all a glimpse, do not quite understand the purpose of the spring morning.

"I know."

North ink secretly slammed the body and banned it. The martial art is in the world of Zongmen. It is called 'solid state'. It is intended to consolidate the body and shape the foundation. On the solid state, there is also a 'department'. 'The true spirits'. Among them, 'departing the world', is the martial arts sacred place in the secular mouth, extraordinary sanctification, out of the ordinary people's category..."

Solid state, detachment, true spirit...

His description, let Zhao Feng, Feng Yuyue and others, can not help but fall into it.

I didn't expect the martial arts to be heavy. In the Zongmen world, it was just an introduction, the basic realm for strengthening and fixing the foundation.

"The world of Zongmen, the vastness of the vastness, the cultivation of your masters, has been stuck in the ‘departure of the world’ two heavens, in the Zongmen, but a small shackle.”

Spring morning mocked a smile.

A little trick?

Everyone stunned and immediately became angry.

"Hugh to insult my master!"

Ye Lingyun, Yang Qingshan and others, roared and furious.

Spring morning stands in the same place, faintly distracted, disdain to explain.

He is alone, facing a sacred master of Guangling County, plus nearly ten strong martial arts martial arts, but he has mastery.

On the side of the Guangshou Hou, they dare not act rashly.

"This is strength! Master the real power, even if one faces the entire county, you don't have to fear."

Zhao Feng was shocked and deeply helpless.

The youth in front of us have such power and, with their own strength, step on all the strongmen of Guangling House.

"Look, your master has not denied it. He is a jealousy in the sect, a genius like you, worshipping such a person as a teacher, and its limitations can be imagined?"

The morning of the spring is slow.

North ink face red, a few impacts on the body, but repeatedly failed.

"In the end what you want?"

North ink was powerless and finally gave up.

He has to admit that the youth in front of him have the power to transcend the master. It is even more difficult to imagine, the other's masters, beyond the real world, advanced higher spiritual realm, what strength.

"My master is the "real spirit" master, respected as the elder of Xiaoyuezong, and his status is lofty. His old man masters the mysterious power of supreme practice and looks down on the heavens and the earth. This is the master of the Zongmen world. !"

The sound of the spring morning is gradually heated, and there are a few fanatics in the eyes.

Really spiritual.

This is the level that even Guanghou Houhou must worship for.

In the morning of the morning, let Guanghou Hou rebutted without a word, and his look was bleak.

Perhaps the words that Quan Chen said are facts, that is, truth.

For a time, in the pits of the battlefield, I fell into a short silence.

Guang Yu Hou blinked, and finally sighed: "Northern ink, you make your own decision."

"Ha ha ha... Xu Shishu! You have such a cooperation, even you think that you are not worthy of being a master of Bei Mo?"

Quan Chen smiled a little, and his eyes showed a bit of self-sufficiency, and he also had a sense of superiority.

After the words, he smiled and looked at Bei Mo: "My teacher respects ‘ Haiyun real person’, consider accepting you as a disciple, can you be willing to apprentice?”

Apprentice? This……

North ink showed hesitation and vacillation on his face.

"If you promise, worship the elders, you can now enter the sect and become a disciple directly. You don't have to suffer at the outer door. In this way, you will stand at a higher starting point in the first place and hope to enter the real world of Zongmen in the future. The stage, with the true dragon genius on the mainland, a longer and shorter, chasing the legendary footprints of the king, exploring the remains of ancient powers..."

In the voice of Quan Chen, full of confusion, uncover a vast world with unlimited possibilities.

Not far from Zhao Feng and others, the mind is somewhat uncontrollable.

What is the real Zongmen world and the real mainland stage?

When he was in Yuyang City, Zhao Feng was full of curiosity and expectation for the outside world.

"The Zongmen world, mastering the true meaning of life practice, if you are willing to worship under the elders, you can have a higher starting point and an infinite future."

The sound of the spring morning gradually slowed down.

He did not take a shot of Bei Mo, just talking and laughing, sketching a world full of infinite wonders and temptations.

At this moment, Bei Mo will face such a choice. Is it to become a disciple of Zongmen, or to follow the elders of Zongmen World?

"Oh, you should also know that Xu Ran and my teacher respected the 'cloud sea real person' and had a good hatred in the early years. If his disciple enters the Zongmen, I promise that there will be no great achievements."

In the morning of the spring, the movement was a bit cold.

Zhao Feng, a few people, could not help but fight a chill.

It is not difficult to imagine that the masters of Quanchen and the Xuan of Xuanhou have an irreconcilable conflict of grievances.

If the disciples of Hirose Hou, entering the Xiaoyuezong, are likely to be suppressed, the more prominent the performance, the greater the resistance will be suppressed.

Even if Bei Motian's talent is high, he has just entered Xiaoyuezong. He is just a baby still in the cradle. In the eyes of the elders of Zongmen, like an ant, he wants to suppress him and prevent him from growing up. It is easy.

Hearing here, North ink oozes cold sweat on his forehead, and his eyes are full of fear from the heart.

"How are you considering?"

Quan Chen reached out and gently clicked to unlock the inner strength of the martial arts.

Bei Mo’s face struggled a lot, sometimes looking to the decadent Guangxu Hou, and sometimes staring at the gentle spring morning.

Yang Qingshan and others are preparing to scream, but they are blocked by Hirose.

After a long time, Bei Mo face said with no expression: "I am willing to follow the 'cloud sea real person'."

After making this decision, he resumed the old fashion as always, and suffered from the pains of Yang Qingshan and Nangongfan.

"Good! Good birds choose to live in wood! After a few years, you will be glad to choose today."

Spring morning smiled and smiled.

Immediately, he flashed his body and came to the opposite side of Guanghou Hou.

"Xu Ran Shishu, I am the elder of the Zongmen, take away this genius who volunteers to follow, you will not refuse?"

Quan Chen smiled and looked at Guanghou Hou.

In his eyes, with a bit of playfulness, he admired the helpless side of Guanghou Hou.

"Go."

Guangyu Hou was pale and his eyes were dull. The whole person seemed to be old for twenty years. He waved his hand weakly and did not look at Beimo.

At this moment, Zhao Feng and others in the vicinity could not bear to see it.

They are very clear about what kind of care and expectation that Hirose Hou has invested in Beimo.

At this moment, such a super genius, the eye of the enemy was taken away, how not not mournful?

Zhao Feng seems to have heard the convulsions and blood in the heart of Hirose.

"Xu Ran! Shi Zun asked me to repeat a sentence: In your life, you are destined to be stepped on his feet, never turning over; women are taken away by him, and the best disciples are also making wedding dresses!"

Before the spring morning, I left a cold and cold sentence.

Wow!

Guangqi Hou was so angry that he immediately spit out a bite and almost passed out.

"In your life, you are destined to be stepped on his feet, never turning over; the woman is taken away by him, and the best disciples are also making wedding dresses!"

This sentence is in the military field, echoing once or twice.

Zhao Feng and others, the bottom of my heart is cold, it is hard to imagine, what kind of humiliation the Guangshou Hou used in the sects.

It is conceivable that Hiroaki was defeated by "the man" again and again, and even the most beloved woman was taken away by the other party.

He worked hard and wanted to cultivate a genius. He wanted to compare "the man" on a certain day in the future, but he did not expect that the disciples who poured in countless efforts were easily taken away by the other party.

"This is a game of unequalness. The so-called "cloud sea real person" is trying to play tricks."

Zhao Feng’s heart provoked a strong indignation.

He is just a registered disciple of Hiroyuki, and he has no deep feelings.

But at the moment, there is a strong impulse in my heart. If possible, I must seek a fairness for this poor old man and for this cheap master.

The eyes of Quan Chen and Bei Mo flew away, and everyone in the military field was speechless.

Ye Lingyun, Yang Qingshan, Nangongfan and others are full of sorrow and anger, and they are the masters and teachers of the sea, and the northern ink of the letter.

"Don't blame North ink."

Hirose Hou smiled.

"Master, why have you maintained the beast now?"

Nan Gongfan looked unscrupulous.

Hiroki Hou took a deep breath and sighed: "Ink is very smart and very sensible. With his potential qualifications, if you don't give in, you may be killed by the morning on the spot. Often like this genius. After entering Zongmen, he will soon be accepted as a disciple by a certain person at the top of Zongmen. This is what Yunhai really wants to see."

After listening to the analysis of Guang Yu Hou, Zhao Feng suddenly realized.

There is no retreat in Beimo, and the second is that the good birds choose to live in wood.

After a storm, Guangshou Hou Cang was weak and looked at the remaining disciples. He smiled: "Bei Mo has gone, but the three places will still not change."

North ink has gone, three places, the competitiveness is smaller.

This is mixed for the remaining few people.

"Your talent qualification is far less than that of Beimo. If you don't show outstanding performance, then Yunhai is a real person. It will not be self-destructive. It is deliberately difficult for you. Of course, the following people's bullying and martyrdom are inevitable... ..."

The voice of Guang Yu Hou is bitter and seemingly weak.

For the remaining disciples, he did not hold any hope, just to do his duty as a teacher.