Immortal Realm’s Smuggling Kingpin

Luo Qian felt dull: Such "pretend B" is really boring. If a lion is installed in a group of lions, that feeling is very enjoyable. A lion, pretending to be among a group of sheep or even a group of mice, is somewhat dull and has the feeling of chewing wax. A group of rats that can be handled by a cat, a lion jumps in, and has to behave like a cat, it is not called "pretend B", it is called "silly B".

Luo Qian faintly looked at the Kunlun disciples on the ground. As long as these people leave the Kunlun Mountain Gate, they are all people in the realm of comprehension. If they are willing, the country will make great efforts to attract such a group of people. At my feet, obedience is like a concubine who longs to be favored by the emperor, but the emperor feels dull. Luo Qian sighs a bit. The rouge and vulgar fan is really not in my mind.

A trip to the Nether that I thought would be very interesting, suddenly felt a dull feeling. Luo Qian shook his head in confusion, and made a casual move. He was in charge of Kunlun and was shot into the sky by him without the ability to resist. A ball of blue light was enveloped between the two, and the conversation between the two could not be heard. All the disciples only saw the master's confusion for a while, and they kept shaking their heads, while the noble **** was disappointed.

Luo Qian was indeed very disappointed, the dignified Kunlun faction did not know anything about the fourth-level world. But after another thought, he also understood: If people in the cultivation world knew the fourth-level world, they would have heard of it in the immortal world. The immortal world has no rumors about the fourth-level world, which means that the cultivation world is completely ignorant of the world that is lower than its own.

If it wasn't because Luo Qian had already used the Realm God's Nest. Having seen its benefits, Luo Qian even doubted whether this fourth-level world really existed.

Luo Qian didn't find what he wanted in Kunlun, so he waved casually. The head teacher floated back. There is a voice of praise below, and the Kunlun disciples are under the leadership of the master teacher. After bowing in a uniform, Luo Qian felt a little sad in his heart. These people must also be arrogant figures in ordinary times. It is because they are wearing the "fairy" cloak that they can make them bow to their knees. When lower beings face higher beings, they are born with a sense of fear. Luo Qian casually threw a piece of low-grade fairy jade, and floated away by himself. Kunlun faction is ecstatic. If they are primitive tribes. I'm afraid I will sing and dance around the fire for months. This inferior jade immediately replaced the "Kunlun Mirror" and became the treasure of Kunlun Mountain. Luo Qian's portrait, together with this inferior jade, was enshrined in the highest point of Kunlun Mountain Xian Ling Hall-if Luo Qian knew that he and a piece of low-grade immortal jade were placed in an even position for worship. I'm afraid I will be dumbfounded.

Luo Qian came out of the reckless Kunlun, suddenly lost his clue. Luo Qian regretted this time. My own ability to control the human world is really bad, only Chen Baozi is an agent. But I don't want to be as powerful as the fairy world. When I need to obtain some secret information in the human world, I feel a little powerless. At first, the human world was only regarded as a raw material supply market. Without really looking at it as a "world".

He flew around above the atmosphere. Looks a little blind and aimless. Unknowingly, he flew out of China and entered the Western world. Luo Qian already knew that there was an agreement between the Chinese local monks and the existence of the Western world's supernatural powers. The East is a forbidden place for Western supernaturalists, and the monks in the East are accustomed to practicing in retreat and do not understand the development of the West. Luo Qian naturally did not have to comply with such a rule. But when he flew over the cold Norway land, a strange force attracted him.

A trace of pure power was revealed in the deep black coniferous forest. This kind of power is rare among practitioners in the human world, especially in a world like the West that doesn't pay much attention to "hardening and clean cultivation". Because only that kind of training can quench the impetuous, light and uneasy factors in one's own power. And in an environment like Norway. It is undoubtedly a paradise for asceticism.

If Luo Qian is not a life in a high-level world. Then he must not be aware of the breath of power, the master of the power hides it very well, but Luo Qian is too much higher than this world. He fell quietly, like a shooting star that would not burn. In the forest, the thick and thick branches of the bowl were luxuriant, blocking all the light that was not so bright on the canopy. The forest was dark and the cold wind was blowing, making it even more eerie.

Legend has it that this is the hometown of witches, who like to ride broomsticks to the river to do push-ups.

Luo Qian easily found a crude wooden house with the warmth of flames. It should be glowing red on the window covered with frost and white fog. That power radiated from this cabin. Luo Qian concealed all his breath, Kunlun’s experience made

Exposing his strength too much may be more in line with his state of mind with the life of this world-he was originally from here. It's like a child walking out of a mountain village. At the moment you become famous, you can return to your hometown, but you can't appear in front of your fathers and villagers as a winner.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk" knocked on the hard and heavy wooden door with a dull voice. The wooden door was opened with a "creak", and ice **** fell from the door frame. Obviously, the door had not been opened for a long time. Inside the room is a young Nordic man in a wizard's robe. He has very typical Northern European facial features, with a narrow face and a long straight nose.

The young man looked at the uninvited guest curiously. He couldn't feel a trace of power from Luo Qian's body, but walking into the forest with ease like this is impossible without extraordinary power. "Don't you ask me to go in and sit down?" Luo Qian speaks the language of the Western God Realm. This language is different from any Western language, but any Western language can understand it. The young man was obviously taken aback. In Western myths and legends, there are many "God's messengers" who came to visit the legends of Dianhua believers. The young man had obviously guessed the identity of Luo Qian.

He bowed very friendly: "Please come in." Luo Qian walked in. The layout of the room was simple and clear at a glance: handmade tables and chairs, iron fireplaces, and a few deerskins hanging on the walls. The young man took out a sweet vodka to entertain him. Luo Qian asked curiously: "How long have you been here alone?" The young man recalled: "It's been sixty years."

"Your power is very special. Can you tell me what power you are cultivating?" Luo Qian felt that asking questions like this was a little suspicion of spying on others, so he immediately added: "If you are willing to tell me, in exchange, I can Give you a way to manipulate power."

The young man's heart moved: This is not the enlightenment of God's messenger, and find an excuse to teach me a new practice method. He smiled and nodded slightly to Luo Qian: "Okay." He thought about it again, and whispered: "Sixty years ago, I was traveling in America and I was robbed in Cleveland. A white man saved me. He defeated six gun bandits with guns alone. I followed him for a year and he taught me how to accumulate and use power. Then I returned to Norway and started practicing here."

"Cleveland..." Luo Qian's impression of Cleveland originated from the Cavaliers, but that was many years ago. He asked, "Can I see it?" He stretched out his hand and held the young man's wrist. Everything in the young man's body was immediately known. Young people's control and use of power is very different from the methods circulated in the Western God Realm. Luo Qian frowned and felt that he had to go to America.

Cleveland is a beautiful city, with green areas accounting for one-third of the entire city area, and is known as the "forest city" in the Americas. Luo Qian left a copy of the practice method of the Western God Realm and bid farewell to the diligent "young people" to America. American heroes emerge in endlessly, from Superman to Batman, from Daredevil to Spiderman. Although most of these are the obscenities of the American people, Luo Qian believes that so many superheroes can be born in this society. , Is hiding some people with superpowers. It is as if Chinese martial arts are blown more and more miraculously by novels~www.readwn.com~ because of China's deep national martial arts heritage.

Those magical heroes have different abilities, but they are in line with Luo Qian's guess, from different low-level worlds, they have soared to the human world through cultivation. If a wise spider, after practicing ascendant, wouldn’t it be Spider-Man? However, before he entered the fourth-level world and witnessed it with his own eyes, Luo Qian's thinking was still limited to his own inherent thinking routines. He imagined the fourth-level world as a world similar to the "demon world". In fact, the demon world It should be a three-level world equal to the human world.

+Finding a person in a city is like finding a needle in a haystack, but Luo Qian is hard to come by-his spiritual consciousness has enveloped the entire city, and he quickly screened out those who did not meet the conditions, and the rest had "power" "Among the people, there is a devout Catholic priest, a three-level werewolf who hides deeply, three vampires who are not influential, and a teenager with the heritage of ancient Indian power. None of these people was his target. There was only one black man whose strength was somewhat similar to that of the young man in Norway.

Luo Qian doesn't know how to get into the horns. The Norwegian said that he met a "white man", so he let go of the dark-skinned guy and must find the white-skinned guy: it's only pediatrics to change his appearance when his strength reaches a certain level. Western superpowers like to hang around among mortals, just like vampires like to have a masquerade party, which is purely a kind of ringworm. Change your appearance and identity, and keep appearing all over the world, so as not to be discovered by some interested people.