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Chapter 142: Three thousand volumes of martial arts, under the moon over the cloud valley(2/2)

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"Those behaviors that go against their own inner desires end up deceiving themselves and others, making them feel that they really have to rely on that way to survive. Such cannibalism is so disgusting."

He raised his head and looked outside the building, "But their habit seems to come from the deepest bones and blood. It's very strange."

Ye Motian actually didn't care much about this kind of thing. He just thought that the girl was too stupid and didn't look pleasing to the eye, so he asked this question. He was more concerned about the body of the man in black robe.

"Can these collections of books in Laojun Mountain enlighten senior brother?"

"How useful it can be, if you ask me now, I don't know. Don't say that the Wuwei Sutra is not found here. Even if it is, it is not of much use."

The man in black robe had deep eyes and said, "But, I will succeed."

"I will personally repay the hatred caused by the entire church!"

The wind blew the light out of the building and towards the sea of ​​clouds.

Laojun Mountain is just the beginning.

Far away in the mountains, Xu Miyuan has led his people to the necessary place leading to Xiushuo City.

They are confident that they have definitely surpassed the schedule of those fugitives, and are quietly waiting for those people, waiting for Yu Tu, who is famous in all directions, the most righteous in the world, and has no power to tie a chicken, to approach them.

Xu Miyuan looked into the distance, his expression unmoved for ten years, and in Gujing Wubo's heart, a ray of perverted excitement and expectation suddenly arose.

In the carriage, Amphibian put down the communication token.

If the opponent is Huo Luo Tao, it is difficult to figure out the goal of invasion and plunder, but since it is the leader of the Demon Cult, it is normal whether it is against Han Wengong or Laojun Mountain. Shaolin is also likely to be among their goals.

within.

He was sending a letter just now to remind Gulan Xiang.

"cough!!"

Guan Luoyang was sitting on the opposite side of the carriage and coughed in a weak voice when the carriage jolted.

An Fei held the bamboo tube soaked in the Emerald Rebirth Bead with his other hand, but knew that this thing had little effect on Guan Luoyang now.

There have been attempts before. If the vitality of the feathered tea is not careful, it will be assimilated by another breath wandering in his body, and it will even accelerate the deterioration of Guan Luoyang's injury.

"In your previous state, you could even fight against a four-star star within a single world system, but that person actually beat you like this with just one move?!"

"He should still be four stars. After all, my token to delay him is also four stars."

Guan Luoyang coughed again and said, "The span of the star rating increases as you go back. I have some experience. No wonder the base has that joke."

A famous joke about star rating in the base is that in a long time ago, there were seven teams of reincarnators who started a team battle in a world with a wasteland background. On that planet, at that time, there were many restrictions.

In the environment, the strength of the strongest person is only six stars, also known as "less than 250,000 horses".

And those seven teams of reincarnations, which totaled more than thirty six-stars, after dealing with a few local six-stars, thought that the entire world was their stage, and the natives were just insignificant backgrounds.

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As a result, they were soon found by the emperor of the wasteland because they acted too arrogantly. One person killed most of them, and the rest could not even escape and were captured directly.

Later, the surviving group of people didn’t know what they had gone through. After returning to the base with miserable faces, their first words were to look up to the sky and curse: "Lord God, I will x your x six-star!!"

There are many versions of this joke. Some of the protagonists are scientists with 250,000 horses, some are magicians, and some are armored warriors. The soup remains unchanged, but the seven teams of reincarnations who were tortured by blood remain unchanged.

It is precisely because of the existence of these unfunny jokes that someone in the base actually divided each star level divided by the Lord God into upper, middle, lower levels, etc., and promoted it among the reincarnators.

Anfeiyu was speechless: "You can still joke now, you are in such a good mood."

"Whether I grimace or take it easy, it won't have much impact on the situation. Why don't I choose to take it easy?"

Guan Luoyang pressed his chest, trying his best to block the "qi" entangled in his chest. His eyes dropped a little and looked at the floor of the carriage.

No matter whether he grimaced or relaxed, it would not affect the emotion in his head that was hotter than the pain in his chest.

Failure is not surprising. From competitive sports in childhood to martial arts to now, there is only one truth that cannot be changed no matter what kind of world changes - if you lose, you have to fight back!

We must turn the anger that can make us dizzy into a stable fighting spirit.

Wu Pingqiang's voice came from outside the carriage.

"We will reach Xiushuo City in another sixty miles."

"But not far ahead is Yungu, the terrain is dangerous, everyone, be careful!"

Less than an hour after Laojun Mountain was attacked.
Chapter completed!
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