World of Cultivation

The 376th section we need to fight!

The shots of Nanzhao and Cangze immediately shocked the group.

Purple rattan arrows, lightning fast, no one to avoid, the air swept through the purple mans stunning. Gray and green, with amazing changes, like an assassin wearing a human skin mask, it is impossible to prevent. In the blink of an eye, the sneak attackers who were just murderous have turned into white light and disappeared.

No one on the onlookers dares to move.

They may not be able to look at the high-order enchantments of Nanxun and Cangze as they can, but they can also see the unusualness of the two kinds of enchantments. Nanxun and Cangze stayed in the magical array before, and the demons were attracted by Zuo Mo, and they were completely unaware.

Their sudden appearance, and the subsequent shackles, immediately put out some of the thoughts of the demon mixed with the fish.

Nanxun breathed slightly, holding a rattan bow, standing beside Zuo Mo, looking at the surroundings with a vigilant look. The forehead of Cangze was covered with sweat, and the gray-green fog on his body was much lighter than before.

Zuo Moxin clearly understood that Nanxun and Cangze only cultivated the new black magic for the first time. This time, it must be exhausted.

"Go back, take a rest." The left Mowen channel slowed down, his hands waving at the same time, dozens of radiances rushing out like a storm, plunged into the open space around him, disappeared.

trap!

The onlookers are all secretly confused.

Both Nanxun and Cangze are at the end of the strong, but the eyes are not too hard, and they are completely relieved, without any muddy water, and leave quickly.

Zuo Mo cold and cold looking around, a lot of demons have bowed, afraid to look at him. His gaze was on the Ming dynasty, and the strange demon smiled at him.

He did not think carefully about the meaning of the smile in the decision, and left the board of the beast.

As soon as he left the wild animal chessboard, Zuo Mo was deeply impressed by how serious the consumption of this **** was, and quickly settled and restored his knowledge.

"This sword array is a good thing that can help you to understand the sword. But don't rely too much on foreign objects, we are sword repair. What is sword repair? Nothing but swords, no matter whether you have comprehend Sword, when you start to repair the sword, your heart will be like a sword embryo. You need to constantly temper and sharpen it to make it more and more refined and make it more and more tough. How can you sharpen and sharpen you? The sword heart? Fight, keep fighting! There is no battle, no sword repair. We sword repair, is to bring the edge to the world!"

Wei Sheng’s voice is not very enthusiastic, but his persevering gaze and the slap in the face have not changed his tone, but all the swords are boiled.

In the past, everyone was suffering from unsupervised, like a headless fly. Today, Wei Sheng is born, let all the swords repair, see hope. For other sects, disciples like Wei Sheng are still disciples. But here, Wei Sheng quickly became the teacher of all sword repairs, and no one doubted every word he said.

He is the real sword repair!

If many of Wei Sheng’s practices are put in the past, everyone will feel stupid. Who can think of a repairer of the Golden Age, who still spends two hours a day, like a beginner, a sword and a sword? But he was very quick, and he used the facts to let everyone understand how fundamentally basic cultivation is.

He used the swordsmanship of the refining period, the spiritual power of the refining period, and swept the masters including the Suzaku camp.

Such an incredible test, when the entire Suzaku camp integer day, is in a deadlock. Wei Sheng’s performance has subverted the common sense they have formed for a long time.

What spiritual power, what sword strokes, in front of Wei Sheng, is like no use. He used the facts to tell everyone that their cultivation entered a misunderstanding. Gradually, some people began to imitate Wei Sheng's cultivation methods, and practiced the basic swords that they had long put down for a long time.

Wei Sheng’s lecture hall is full of people every day.

In the lecture hall, Wei Sheng spoke about what he said. After the class, they quickly gathered together and talked about it.

"Wei Shi said that his mother's strength is enough!" Although Lei Peng did not repair the sword, but every sword never pulled down, today's Wei Sheng's words are much in line with his appetite. The young Wei Sheng was called Wei Shi.

"But there is any actual combat." People muttered.

"The actual combat is not without." Ma Fan said, since he was defeated by Wei Sheng last time, he has been reflecting for a long time. He was born in the path of Jianjian, and many things were ignorant and buried many hidden dangers. Now that Wei Sheng has singled out one by one, he has benefited a lot. Every word he said to Wei Sheng has to think over and over again several times.

"Yes, there is a soul outside, and there are even more powerful soul beasts. Isn't that the best practical object?" Green inserted a sentence.

"Yes! Do his mother!"

"Hmm, let's plan it, it's better..."

The poor sorrowful beasts, in this mist, languid for thousands of years, but because of Wei Sheng’s words, they suffered the catastrophe.

Originally, the backbone of Shulong, Awen, etc., also intends to participate in the lecture hall. Although Wei Sheng is talking about repairing swords, many places have similar implications for them.

However, this plan is to be ruthlessly killed by the Pu Yao.

What kind of joke? The shackles of the demon, even if it is a nominal shackle, where do you get someone to give them lectures?

For Pu Yao, this is simply a shame, yes, it is shame!

The more I thought about the more unhappy Pu Yao, I immediately ordered the Guard Camp to be closed. What is the big deal about the sword hall? Speaking of cultivation, hey, who can compare with brother?

Pu devil sneered in the heart.

With a big hand, the refining hall is like this.

Although Pu is a demon, but he is not stranger to the devil. He is arrogant and arrogant, and he has never been limited to "hardship". If those magic schools of the Devil world, sitting here, I am afraid that I will be scared. The hard-working people are just listening honestly, and many places make them suddenly open. As for what else, they don’t feel anything.

Although the battalion was closed, the Zhuque battalion’s every move still fell in the eyes of Shulong.

"In actual combat? Hey, it is really necessary." Pu demon held his chin and bloody.

Compared to the swordsmen of the Suzaku camp, the hard camps of the Guard Camp have little practical experience. And they are all slaves, the true meaning of the wild path. It can be said that the innate helpers have a lot of swordsmen in the Suzaku camp.

If the Weiying Camp is suppressed by the Suzaku Camp, isn’t he too dumb in his face?

Even Wei Sheng!

Humph! A golden dragon...

Where can you tolerate such a result?

What's more, there is a golden soul! After absorbing a golden soul, his spirit was greatly stabilized, allowing him to breathe a sigh of relief and be more eager for the remaining golden soul. At this juncture, of course, you must prove your worth.

No way, this student is the most realistic!

Pu Yao also put his mind on those sorrowful beasts. He didn't mean a little bit of discussion. He waved his hand and ordered it directly.

The battalion began to act.

Everything that happened in the camp, the grandson and grandson did not know. The arrival of Wei Sheng did not have much impact on him. When he left the empty mountain, he was just getting started, and he had no feelings for the empty sword. Wei Sheng, the master, he just heard the name, and the real person is the first time to see it.

At this time he was covered in red, like cooked shrimp. He was originally handsome, and his face was full of adolescents' shame. At this time, the whole body was red and even cute.

His spirit is fluctuating wildly. At the entrance of the bead, the raging soul of the soul, like the tide, almost engulfed him. His soul is like a seesaw, struggling in the big waves.

If it is the average person, in this case, the first idea is self-insurance.

The public grandson is temperamental and temperamental, and the first time he started suicidal plunder. Struggling, uninterruptedly devour the origin of the soul, to strengthen itself, the degree of thrilling, is the most dangerous once since the practice of Gongsun.

The repair of the grandson is the bottom of the whole team, but if he talks about his mind, even if he is left, he underestimates the tenacity of his mind. From the beginning of his contact with the war, it is in the squatting of the Pu Yao over and over again, tenaciously stiff. During that time, Pu Yao did not have any guidance, and the grandson needs to constantly find the law from failure. No encouragement, no support, only failure.

The most cruel growth model, the achievement of the grandson.

This formed a little girl's hot fighting style, but few people know that he is more embarrassed to himself.

He is a freak with a weak body, a low-cut, and a tough heart.

For him, this is just another battle. The sinister situation did not make him have a sway, and the mind that was tempered from the countless times of the Pu Yao was stable. What he is best at is to find a chance to take advantage of the desperate situation that seems to have no chance.

Like the raging spirit of the soul, he is faltering, but he is extremely calm, and devours the free source of the soul.

His knowledge quickly increased, and he became more and more comfortable.

He is like a conductor of the Suzaku camp, commanding his own knowledge.

Roundabout, interspersed, encircled...

These methods he is most familiar with are used by him with ease. He was like a sly fox, waiting for an opportunity to swim, and when he saw the opportunity, he slammed into a piece.

The origin of the soul is so turbulent, he is so weak. He didn't panic. On the contrary, he was very excited because he found the thrill of fighting. This pleasure, like a drug addiction, made him deeply fascinated.

He gradually controlled the situation.

His knowledge is getting stronger and stronger, his help is getting better, his calculations are more precise, and his knowledge is more controllable. They are like from the original rookie to the elite soldier.

Gradually, there was a hint of enlightenment in my heart.

This silk is becoming clearer and clearer, as clear as behind the window paper, and you can see it with a glimpse.

His knowledge of the gods is like a wind and a cloud, and the last trace of the soul is swallowed up.

Hey, like what is broken, like what is broken.

He is standing on an empty battlefield with a very empty mind.

Oh, it turned out that this is the warlord!