The Red Age of Sword and Magic

Chapter 241

Ah Hua was very unconvinced, very, very unconvinced.

The fighting holy ranks it has seen before are basically over sixty.

Even if Wang Wu was inspired by the shit-shoveling officer, died once again, suddenly realized the Dao, and became holy by accident, he is over 50. At least he is older than this king, which is understandable.

Great sages and prophets are exceptions who rely on their minds to obtain the approval of heaven, and heaven compensates them for sanctification by washing their bodies with aura.

Ah Hua is convinced of great sages and prophets. After all, people's brains are good. Ah Hua has to admit that its highest goal at present is to become a human after being promoted to the holy level.

Great sages and prophets are sanctified by the compensation of heaven, and the body of pure spirit is not obtained through self-exercise.

Their ability to control their saint-level bodies is much worse, and their force is so low that they are not counted as high-end combat power. Ah Hua, who was born as a beast, is not very envious.

But the combat-type holy class generally relies on hard work and roots, and the requirements for mental understanding are relatively not very high.He has a particularly good mind, and generally does not practice martial arts.

When it comes to the roots, human beings are no good.

What is gained is what is lost. Human beings have evolved a smart head, but the body and the response to spiritual energy are extremely weak.

The vast majority of human beings are ordinary Muggles, and there is no one in a million cultivators.

Demonic beasts do not need to practice, they can naturally absorb the aura of heaven and earth, possessing magical power and powerful force.

As long as you have more contact with human beings and gain a little wisdom, you can become holy.

Ah Hua claims to be a philosopher in Warcraft, and has evolved very fast.

I feel that I have both the talent of monsters and the wisdom of human beings. I am a proper son of heaven, the protagonist of the era, and I will become a holy claw in my 40s. Er, the premise is that it is possible to come.

Then he broke the age record for the sanctification of Warcraft. Compared with humans, he is also No.3.

No.1 is Taishang, who became a saint after two years of practice, that is the ancestor of the gods, we can't compare.

No.2, the 40-year-old sanctified guy is the sword demon Dugu Qiubai. He is a top-level human being with roots, hard work, and high understanding.

Uncle Ah Hua allows human beings to have someone stronger than themselves.

In the end, what happened to Huo Yuanjia?He's only in his 30s, so he's younger than me.

You practice hard to believe in this great king, but the standard age for those who practice hard to become a saint is sixty, brother.

Are you smart?Seeing that your weight is about the same as this king, human beings say that you have well-developed limbs and a simple mind. If you are really smart, why can't you pass the exam for a scholar?
Human beings have an education system, and your family is not poor.

How are you?How could you be so sick.

He has an average mind and hasn't been inspired by a shit-shoveling officer like Wang Wu. No matter how good his roots are, can he be better than a monster?

It doesn't make sense to be able to surpass Sword Demon and become a saint in his 30s.

The only explanation is that this guy's luck is surprisingly good.

Although the mind is not smart enough, the simple thinking of an ordinary mind coincides with the requirements of becoming a saint in martial arts.

That is to say, this guy's head was born for Wu Sheng.What is it called?This is called talent.

A cup of fairy wine from the shit shovel officer is not the key to achieving the holy level in terms of increasing spiritual power. Even my king is still dozens of cups away, let alone you.

This glass of wine only cured Master Huo's illness. Once the illness was gone, this guy's talent exploded all at once.

The excrement shoveler is both rooted and hard-working, and has mastered the dragon-slaying technique. He was lucky enough to meet Ke Ke, supported by immortal wine, and doesn't need to think about magic power. A Hua can predict that he will become a saint sooner in the future.

Master Huo's sanctification was so sudden, Ah Hua never expected it.

Ah Hua felt that her status as the favorite of heaven was being threatened. This guy climbed to his head by relying on his talent, and he was destined to be famous all over the world after he was born.

Huo was so jealous, Ah Hua decided to attack this Master Huo—not to congratulate him on his sanctification.

The freshly baked boxing master Huo came out of the tent with a smile on his face. This simple and honest smile looks stupid at first glance.

Ah Hua gave him a blank look, and hurried back to the pet space, holding her head with her paws, trying to calm her wounded heart.

The best way to heal a pet's spiritual injury is to find a beautiful woman to masturbate.

If only I were in Bern now, I could have a hundred beauties masturbate myself.Or Ming Na is fine, even Xiao Guizi can make do with it.

However, Ah Hua, the only beauty in the team, just doesn't like it, and is even very hostile. Alas, my king's life is really hard.

"sixth."

Sanmao finally became numb, and there was no language to flatter Randy. A short vocabulary clearly reflected what the Chosen One was.

"In the past, it took three or four years to produce one holy level in the world, but now there are six in a year, and all of them are related to Randy Boss.

Boss Randy is simply a holy catalyst, I am determined to follow Boss Randy. "

"Osman, it's useless for you to mess around. It's impossible for a mage like you who relies entirely on resources to become a saint of law, but it's much easier for me to become a saint of robbers.

When the time comes, hey, little Ao, wash the feet of this Thief Saint. "

"I'll tell you again that my surname is not Ao, but Peng. And do you think Lafayette is a saint, or is the little emperor a saint?

Maybe when I go back to New Ottoman, I will become a sultan, a grand commander or something, and it is worth seeing the holy rank. "

"But the Lafayette and the little emperor are probably going to be finished. Brother Liu said that the possible future commander Chen Zongzhuo is a holy rank, and the future boss of our dragon group, Shi Yuan, is also a holy rank.

Your new Ottoman commander, Mustafa, is also a saint. Is it a dream that you, a junior mage, want to be the commander? "

It was impossible to win a fight with Sanmao, so Osman gave up directly, and said rudely, "Give me back the lucky bracelet".

"No way! Why should I pay back what I borrowed based on my ability?"

Fu Rixin stroked his beard and counted with his fingers, "Of the six holy ranks that have been promoted in the past year, four belong to Daxia.

Now that the national calamity is coming, I have been promoted to two combat-type masters in a row, which shows that my Great Xia's national fortune is still alive, and the revival can be expected. "

"Boss, there are cavalry coming from behind."

This time it was useless for Randy to fly into the sky to observe, Sanmao listened with his ears on the ground.

"Four thousand horses. If there are one man and two horses like Tubuxin's soldiers, there will be at least 2000 people this time."

Sanmao's scouting skills are still reliable, and after a while, two thousand cavalry arrived from the west.

When they got to the side of the team, they stopped, all dismounted, and began to build a camp. Is this to be stationed here?

These cavalry did not go to harass the village. In the official army of Daxia, the military discipline was surprisingly good.

From the way these soldiers walked, Randy saw the shadow of the left commander's army.

Well, there is Dadu behind him, and Dong Fuxiang's military guards are stationed there, all of them were trained by the arrogant general Zuo Dashuai transferred from the northwest.

A thin general walked over with his hands behind his back, followed by seven or eight entourages, who should have inspected the camp.

Turning a blind eye to the robbed village, he saw an adventure team set up a tent here, but strolled over, "Someone here was sanctified just now? I am blessed by the great summer, I want to pay a visit."

Sanmao poked Randy, "Boss, isn't this someone? What's his name? Let's see, he's now promoted to an intermediate formation master."

"Who?"

Randy thought for a long time, then slapped his head, what a coincidence, the general himself knew him, and immediately went up to meet him.

(End of this chapter)