World of Cultivation

The 357th Festival Shadow Magic Awen

Since the establishment of the guard camp, it seems that it is doomed to looming competition with Zhuque Camp. Although most of the guards in the camp are still prisoners of the Suzaku camp. At that time, the Suzaku Camp was sharp and unparalleled, and the hills and the hills were unparalleled. In fact, for quite a long time after the establishment, the battalions were in a very embarrassing situation. Their combat power was weak, not only could not fight for adults, but in many cases even burden.

Even many people in the Suzaku camp can't understand why adults set up such a weak military camp.

Everyone in the squad has a sigh of relief, and they practice madly and physically. They never ask what they are practicing, not asking why they are so cultivated, but just burying their heads. bitter? They are slaves and they are not afraid of suffering.

Finally, the situation gradually changed after the formation of the dragon. After becoming a champion, Shulong not only regained his youth, but also quickly jumped into a first-class level. The lethality of the Wuhuan murderer began to provide combat power, but the main character of the battle was still the Suzaku camp.

The heavy weights make them slow, which puts them in a more defensive position.

The situation has finally changed.

Shulong tightly held the long shackles in his hand, and the cold touch of his hand came, as if there was a force to get into his body, his chest filled with endless fighting spirit.

They are not as simple as a weapon!

Shulong suddenly saw the left Mo and the ghost at the gate of the camp and quickly saluted.

Zuo Mo looked around and saw that everyone was training hard, and his face showed a few smiles: "Not bad."

He was still worried about the morale problem. Now he sees the scene in the camp, and his heart is suddenly loose. In fact, the morale of the Weiying has always been quite good. The mysterious atmosphere filled here is to let the Guard Camp see more hopes than the Suzaku Camp. They are also practicing hard. On the contrary, the morale of Suzaku Camp was greatly affected, but they also settled down after Zou Mou lost a past "Yu Ling".

The way out can be slowly searched, but if there is no aura of cultivation, it is like a sword hanging over the head.

Awen saw Zuo Mo, and ran quickly: "Adults."

When he saw Awen, he smiled and asked: "Awen, how is your cultivation?"

When Arvinby was just rescued, he had to be a lot stronger, and he had a delicate black armor. He didn't look cumbersome, but he was light and delicate.

"Hey, adult, look." A literary treasure held his own black spear: "I also turned the soldiers! And I also realized something fun!"

The black-colored spear has no pattern, but gives a finely polished texture. The lines are smooth and natural, and there is a blood trough on each side of the spear. The flamboyant red blaze hangs on the spearhead, but it makes the black spear that was originally murderous and chilling a bit more flamboyant.

"Can the spear be separated?" asked left.

"No." Awen scratched his head. "The black spear is made up of suffocating suffocation. When you leave your hand, you will scatter."

Zuo Mo also came to a few interest: "Come and come, demonstrate."

Awen was desperate, and one turned his head and turned over twenty feet. When other people in the camp saw it, they stopped their work and cheered on Awen.

"Little monkey, come one!"

"Little monkey, don't lose face in front of adults!"

"Haha, little monkey, if you can't change someone early!"

When Awen was rescued, his body was very thin. Although he is a lot stronger now, his body is indeed thin in the camp of the man who is full of men. In addition, the character of Awen is lively and active, and people are clever, and everyone will simply call him a little monkey.

"Auntie, you will be jealous!"

Awen sighed back and smiled, his face slammed and stood with a spear.

The original noisy battalion immediately quieted down, the smiles on the faces of the crowds, and the expression turned serious. Although Awen is young, but his talent is wonderful, he sits firmly in the second position of the battalion, and his combat power is second only to Shulong. They are very curious, and Arvin has settled in the fog for so long and realized something.

The face of Shulong showed a happy color. He was the oldest, his character was steady and heavier, and his heart was eager to win. Awen basically taught him all the way, seeing his progress, and he was very happy.

Awen looks solemn, the air around the body is flowing, the speed is getting faster, and it will sizzle in an instant, like a front scream.

Hey!

A golden iron and iron intersected, and the black armor on his body suddenly popped up with many long black gold cymbals.

Zuo Mo was shocked.

Awen’s figure is slim and slender, and at this time, these long black feathers are more flexible. I saw Awen's feet slightly bent, and then the body shape disappeared in place.

So fast! The left Mo Pu hole is slightly shrunk, his eyesight is extraordinary, and he can only see a black shadow. Suddenly in my heart, Awen’s speed at this time, unless the left is not using the Mingyi wing, otherwise, it will only eat gray behind his ass.

"This kid is a good talent." Pu Yao couldn't help but come out: "Look, this is the gap! People can cultivate to this point with a broken "hardship", don't you feel embarrassed?"

"Hey? Why do you want to be?" The left eye did not turn his eyes, and he said with a word: "The stronger he is, the better."

Pu Yao thinks of the guy in front of him, the thickness of the skin has long been immune to this level of ridicule.

Left Mo touched his chin and went straight: "Not bad! The speed is so fast, you don't need to play the turtle in the future, you don't know if you can fly? You can fly!"

"Don't think so well." Pu Yao is not looking at the left, but sneer: "This kid is a different talent, other people are far worse than him. They can only do heavy hard work." Then the tone turned: "There are so many sects that are smashing the dog's eyes, so good seedlings, and turning a blind eye."

Pu Yao began to habitual group irony.

Zuo Mo did not pay attention to him, but looked at Awen very seriously. Awen's speed is superb, and he is no less inferior than those who are practicing the sword. His flexibility is better than sword repair.

Zuo Mo, who is already a veteran, is very clear. With such an amazing speed, what advantages will it have in actual combat.

In midair, Avin flipped, and the black spear in his hand pierced sharply.

hiss!

In the place 30 feet away from him, suddenly there was a spear in the air!

"What is this?" Zuo Mo shook.

"Broken, a little trick, fuss." Although this is said in the mouth, the face of Pu Yao is still difficult to conceal: "So small to understand the gap, in the magic guards can be considered rare."

Pu Yao immediately has some regrets: "In fact, the talent of Shulong is not bad, but the age at which he began to practice is a little bigger."

Everyone else was amazed, they widened their eyes, lest they miss a detail. Nowadays, many of the techniques that Alvin shows are inspiring to them, especially those who break through the tactics.

Alvin in the air seems to have completely broken through the shackles of space. He pierced the spear tip and appeared anywhere in his body within a hundred feet.

The Pu Yao, who is in a good mood, immediately began to show off: "In fact, this type of hardship is rare. The biggest duty of the magic guard is to protect the master, not to kill the enemy. So the most common of the magic guards is the big one. These guys in Weiying are too weak. The best magic guards are Lingshan Niu De and Stone Rhinoceros. They cultivate the words of "hardship". Hey, it is a moving hill. If it is a demon cultivation "It is easier to come out of this type of shadow magic that is known for its speed. Who can use it to be a bodyguard when the devil dies? Isn't it too long?"

Hearing this, Zuo Mo only noticed that other people in the Wei camp were really big. Everyone has exaggerated muscles, and they are generally half as tall as the average person. Together with the thick armor, it is like a moving steel fortress.

At this time, the red dragonfly in the hand of Awen’s black spear suddenly turned into a flame and wrapped around the spear.

"kill!"

Awen screamed, and a red and black ray of tears blew the air.

boom!

Everyone felt that the eyes were suddenly bright, and a burning and fierce air wave swept through the entire camp.

Waiting for the air to disperse, a deep pit about five feet wide appeared in the corner of the camp.

It’s a very simple matter to hit a hole that is five feet wide. However, this pit seems to be a bit deep. Zuo Mofei flew to the side of the pit and glanced at the bottom of the pit. His heart suddenly became stunned. This pit was afraid of no less than twenty feet!

A wide five feet is not difficult, but a pit that is 20 feet deep can be a very difficult thing!

And this pit is like a knife tofu, the bottom and upper part of the pit are the same width. This can only explain one thing, that is, the power of Awen’s attack is not scattered and evenly distributed.

Zuo Mo's self-confidence is even if he is so, it is estimated that a life has gone to the majority.

A Wen’s figure flashed and appeared next to Zuo Mo.

"Not bad, little monkey." Zuo Mozan said: "But let me open my eyes."

Awen’s face was red, and some of them were embarrassed: “Let the adults laugh.”

"Hey, little monkey, is this going to be shy again?"

"Haha, the little monkey is thin!"

The people around him suddenly started to groan, and Awen was even more embarrassed, scratching his head and standing aside. Seeing him like this, others laughed more joyfully.

Zuo Mo can't help but laugh.

"What are you talking about?"

The elders in the room blasted, and many elders couldn’t help but stand up. These elders were emotionally excited and naturally forgot the power of convergence. All the furniture in the room was smashed into pieces.

Cangze scalp numb, he did not dare to scream: "He said so."

"How could he know how to cultivate the scars? It must be a liar!"

"Do you know if he is a liar? Just grab him and you will know it!"

"Catch? In case he really will? Offended him, then we will lose!"

The clan elders spoke openly, each blushing neck thick, and it looked like a murder.

Cang Ze bury his head lower, and his heart secretly complained.

"Okay, shut up!" A low voice sounded, all the sounds disappeared.

The elders still spoke, and Cang Ze wiped the cold sweat, and his heart was not fortunate.

"What conditions does he have?" The wrinkled big elder opened his eyes.

"The Ten Commandments of the Golden Soul, every year."

The elders in the big room are dead.