The strongest talent tree

Chapter 386 Lu Wenjie’s Strength
On the other side, the magicians from the Sky Eagle group who had been guarding the entrance had just had breakfast and saw a melee as soon as they went out.

When he saw Feng Hao clearly, he immediately shouted loudly: "Damn it, that bishop is a fake, everyone, catch him quickly, don't let him run away!"

Unfortunately, Feng Hao and Yun Jiange had already fought their way out of the camp.

Many root-killing magicians were just about to pursue them, but suddenly they felt a churn in their stomachs, and their thoughts instantly invaded their brains.

"Damn, what's going on? I'm going to poop first, you guys keep chasing!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a series of fart sounds sounded all around. The scene was extremely spectacular. The poor root-killing magicians looked at me and I looked at you, their faces turned pale instantly.

Seeing Feng Hao and the two running further and further away, they didn't even have the slightest ability to pursue them. They all rushed to the toilet in the camp, holding their stomachs.

At the same time, the artillery fire that had been bombarding continuously all night was inexplicably heard. There was no way, the gunners responsible for controlling the fort were also attacked.

In the main tent, the middle-aged man and Lu Wenjie were not attacked because they got drunk last night.

In their sleep, they heard chaotic sounds outside the tent, and the two of them woke up instantly.

However, when they rushed out of the camp, they saw a miserable scene. The whole camp was filled with sea and stench, and countless root-cutting magicians were lying limply on the ground clutching their stomachs. Some were so exhausted that they could not open their eyes. Open your eyes.

"What's going on?" The middle-aged man's face darkened, he grabbed one of his men angrily and asked.

The poor man could only suppress the restlessness in his stomach and stammered about the situation just now.

After listening to his subordinates' report, the middle-aged man's face turned livid, and he gritted his teeth and shouted angrily: "Damn it, it seems that the news of our attack on Wuzhou City has already spread, trash, a bunch of trash!"

"Then what should we do next?" Lu Wenjie asked with a frown.

"The situation has changed and we must adjust our attack plan." The middle-aged man gritted his teeth and said: "It is estimated that reinforcements from various sects will arrive soon. We must find a way to capture Wuzhou City before they arrive. ."

Lu Wenjie groaned, looked at the chaotic scene around him, shook his head and smiled bitterly: "With their current situation, can they still fight?"

"It's okay, the main force is in the city. It doesn't matter whether these losers die or not." The middle-aged man snorted coldly, and his powerful consciousness spread instantly, quickly locking the positions of Feng Hao and the two of them, "Wenjie, you go first Stay at the camp while I go kill those two nasty little devils."

Hearing this, Lu Wenjie's expression paused, as if he had thought of something, and he quickly asked for orders: "We are just two brats, why is there no need for the Holy Envoy to do it himself? Just let the juniors go, it is better for you to continue to take charge of the overall situation."

"That's right." The middle-aged man laughed dumbly and said, "You can't go back empty-handed this time, and those two little devils will be handed over to you."

"Thank you, Holy Envoy." Lu Wenjie thanked him softly, and then flew towards the direction where Feng Hao fled.

……

On Feng Hao's side, after the two of them rushed into the Zhangen Cult camp, they ran all the way. Looking at the Zhangen Mage behind him who was being devastated by [Continuous Purge], Feng Hao couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Yun Jiange couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw that the enemy hadn't chased him. As he ran wildly, he asked Feng Hao, "By the way, Brother Feng, why are you here? And you're wearing the clothes of the True God Cult?"

"I still want to ask you!" Feng Hao rolled his eyes at him angrily, and then gave an overview of the situation in Wuzhou City.

After hearing what Feng Hao said, Yun Jiange's face instantly darkened: "Damn it, I should have killed more if I had known!"

"Let's not talk about this for now. Let's talk about you first. Why did you end up in the Zhangen Cult camp?" Feng Hao asked curiously.

Yun Jiange smiled bitterly and said: "I have been practicing outside during this period. I originally wanted to go back to the academy to spend the New Year, but as soon as I arrived near Wuzhou City, I noticed something was wrong. I finally found an entrance and was beheaded by a bunch of people. The magicians surrounded us, and you already know what happened next." "Yeah, it's better to do it in time than to do it in time." Feng Hao shook his head secretly and said, "I have to say, you came back at the wrong time."

"What? Brother Feng doesn't welcome me?" Yun Jiange frowned.

"That's not true. It's just that the current situation in Wuzhou City is not optimistic. It's really a bit..." Feng Hao sighed when you came back so rashly.

Hearing this, Yun Jiange waved the long sword in his hand and said proudly: "Brother Feng, it's not that you don't welcome me, but that you are looking down on me!"

"Okay, pretend I didn't say it." Feng Hao shook his head dumbfounded. He could only say that Yun Jiange was very arrogant, but it wasn't surprising. Many great swordsmen had this problem.

Om~!

Just when the two of them relaxed their vigilance and thought that no one was chasing them, a powerful magic suddenly enveloped them.

They saw circles of blue-black magic light shrinking towards them from all directions. Wherever the magic light passed, large areas of vegetation died instantly, and the air was filled with an aura of destruction.

The sudden change shocked the two of them. They clenched the weapons in their hands and looked around coldly.

"What a terrifying secret technique. I'm afraid the person who came here is not simple." Yun Jiange said with a solemn expression.

Feeling the terrifying fluctuations of magic energy around him, Feng Hao also smiled bitterly, "It seems that it is a question whether we two brothers can go back alive today."

"It's okay. Together, you and I should be able to deal with an average seventh-level magician." Yun Jiange said thoughtfully.

Feng Hao couldn't laugh or cry and said: "Do you think this kind of magic energy fluctuation is like a seventh-level magician? It is estimated that it is at least an eighth-level magician, and maybe even a ninth-level magician."

"..." Yun Jiange was speechless.

Just as the two of them were secretly laughing bitterly, the shrinking magic light around them suddenly stopped, and then, a vigorous figure rushed out from behind, it was Lu Wenjie who was pursuing them.

"It really is you." After confirming that it was Feng Hao, a trace of tenderness appeared on Lu Wenjie's indifferent face.

But Feng Hao was shocked when he saw Lu Wenjie, and said with disbelief: "I'll go, aren't you that naughty young man from Yuanfu Town? Did you release this secret technique?"

Yun Jiange on the side also exclaimed: "It's only the sixth level? Hey, Brother Feng knows him?"

Seeing Feng Hao's surprised look, Lu Wenjie showed a shy smile, "It was indeed me who released it. Brother Feng can rest assured that there is no one else behind me."

Hearing this, Feng Hao finally breathed a sigh of relief and asked in surprise: "My dear, how did you become so powerful?!"

"Because I awakened my own gene tree." Lu Wenjie said with a faint smile.

"What?" Feng Hao's eyes widened instantly and he looked at Lu Wenjie in disbelief.

To an uninformed person, this sentence might not sound like anything special, but to Feng Hao, it was a shock like a bolt from the blue.

If he remembered correctly, when Lu Wenjie came out, he was already a fifth-level magician that was artificially pieced together.

But now, he has awakened his own gene tree. Doesn't that mean...?
(End of this chapter)