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Chapter 1290 Opportunities after the war

No one knows who wins and loses the mysterious strong men of the Huang family and the Bajue Sect, and even those wise men in the Huang family can't see any reason.

I thought that it was a showdown between powerful and powerful people. If they didn't want these sage realms to watch next to them, then these sage realms were really not qualified to watch this showdown.

They only knew that about an hour later, the ancestor of the Huang family came back in a mess, leaving only one sentence in a hurry that the affairs of Bajue Sect should not be mentioned anymore, so they entered the ancestral hall and ignored the matter outside.

And above the sky, a light and fluttering warning came from the warning, but it was like a sound in everyone's ears.

This is just a warning to their Huang family hiring the pseudo-sage realm to deal with their young sect leader. The next time, it will not be that simple.

Bajue Sect, as domineering as ever.

Such a thing happened, no matter how much the Huang family blocked it, it could not be blocked. That night, it had already spread throughout the continent, causing shock to all forces.

And according to speculation, the ancestor of the Huang family must have lost, otherwise it would be impossible to be so low-key with the Huang family's actions.

It is true that it is unforgivable. After this time, the Bajue Sect and the Huang family will probably have the chance to punish each other, but they will never say such words again until they die.

If they never die, they will never stop? I guess their Huang family will be completely dead, and the Bajue Sect will not be damaged.

Zhao Yu was completely unaware of these things. He had never even come out for seven days.

No matter how much the pseudo-sage says, he also has the word "sage". How could the injuries caused by the attack be healed so easily?

In the plan of the Seven Elders, they were preparing to consume Kun's strength, and at least Kun's strength was not enough to survive three. However, the plan could not keep up with the changes. A sage appeared in Baoyan Villa, which disrupted the Seven Elders' plan. Only when they had no choice, the Seven Elders would let Yang Sen and Ling Sen lead the team directly to the north.

Many people were involved in the fall of the law back then, and even more were occupied by the magpie's nest.

Since these things have been born, they must be taken back. Otherwise, how can the Bajue Sect gain a foothold?

Why do these first-class forces still dare to underestimate the Bajue Sect after the Ghost Emperor and the Seven Old Ones attacked? Isn’t it because they feel that the Bajue Sect has declined and is no longer as good as before?

Why did Zhao Yu have so many kills along the way? Isn’t it just that those people want to step on the reputation of the Bajue Sect?

What the seven elders have to do is not only liquidate those who took advantage of the situation and take back the industries that Bajue Sect belonged to, but also to prevent the things that happened back then.

The Bajue Sect's mind has never been on this continent, and their eyes have always been placed in the upper realm.

But this time, the Ghost Emperor and the others will no longer go up in such a hurry as they did back then, not taking care of the lower realm, leaving a safe way out.

Seven days later, Zhao Yu finally opened the door.

Although the injuries on his body have almost healed, Zhao Yu's face is still very pale, like a patient who has not recovered from a serious illness, looking quite weak.

If it weren't for what I saw with my own eyes, no one would have imagined that such a young man had defeated a Saint Fight Warrior with his own hands and even killed Kun, who was the 22nd in the killer list.

"Shaolin."

Seeing Zhao Yu pushing the door out, Yang Xiao shouted overjoyed.

"Donor Zhao."

Next door, Master Jiewu led the little monk Yichan and laughed softly at Zhao Yu.

During these seven days, not only did Yang Xiao feel anxious, but the old monk Jiewu was not much better.

If Zhao Yu was severely injured by someone in the same level, then the old monk Jiewu could be reasonable in front of the seventh elder, but Zhao Yu was severely injured by the powerful man of the pseudo-sage, which was not at the same level at all.

At that time, the old monk Jiewu thought that the Qi Lao and the others had some help, but he did not expect that the Qi Lao would let Zhao Yu and Yang Xiao attack a pseudo-sage.

Thinking about it now, the old monk Jiewu was still a little scared.

If Zhao Yu had something to do, then he would really not be able to explain to the Seventh Old Man.

This is also the reason why the old monk Jiewu took out two healing medicines to Zhao Yu without blinking.

At that time, the old monk Jiewu was still asking for help from Zhao Yu, but he didn't expect that after being so seriously injured, Zhao Yu didn't even swallow a pill, so he meditated and entered into meditation, which made him stunned. Finally, after Yang Xiao came back, the old monk Jiewu took out two pills of concentration.

This is a unique elixir of Dacifeng Temple. It can not only restore internal energy in the shortest time, but also eliminate hidden dangers to the greatest extent.

Zhao Yu was digesting the medicinal power of this pill for the past seven days.

In fact, after all, Zhao Yu doesn’t value elixirs much, or should be said... some of them are underestimated.

He is a modern person and really has no confidence in this kind of thing like a pill.

But this time, he had to say... it was really amazing.

I don’t know what the so-called doctors and alchemists in this world exist, but they can actually merge those herbs into a pill.

His aura was already faintly showing signs of breaking through to the Saint Warriors.

That’s right, Zhao Yu is now at the peak of the seventh level of a great warrior.

There are great opportunities between life and death, either breakthroughs in mind or breakthroughs in strength.

"Thank you, Master Jiewu, for giving the medicine." Zhao Yu sincerely thanked him when he saw the old monk Jiewu.

If it weren't for Master Jiewu's Dingli Pill, it would probably be impossible for Zhao Yu to recover so quickly.

Furthermore, because of Dingli Wan, Zhao Yu stepped up the stairs directly.

"The peak of the seventh level of the Great Fighting Warrior?" The old monk Jiewu was stunned for a moment. He had no idea that a life-and-death interception would actually make Zhao Yu's strength cross a step. Don't think of this step. If you can't enter the seventh level of the Great Fighting Warrior, then you will never be able to enter the realm of the Saint Fighting Warrior.

But how old is Zhao Yu? He probably doesn’t even have any twenty-five years old.

Such a young warrior at the peak of the seventh level, the entire continent is not to mention anything that has never been before, but for six hundred years, this is definitely the only one.

The Ghost Emperor was probably not as strong as Zhao Yu's age.

"Well, if it weren't for Master Jiewu's Dinglima, if you want to enter this watershed, you really don't know that you have to wait until the Year of the Monkey and Horse Month." Zhao Yu said with some emotion.

In fact, when he broke through the seventh level of the Great Fighting Warrior, Zhao Yu vaguely felt that he could go further, but with just a slight possibility, he could not break through.

Unexpectedly, the problem that had troubled him for more than a month was solved by a small pill.
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