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"Yes, where there is no grass in Tianya, Brother Jian, you need to let go!"
Lu Ming patted Jian Feiliu's shoulder without saying much.
This kind of thing is difficult for outsiders to help, and you need to face it yourself.
Afterwards, go back to your room.
Now, there are still twenty days before the battle of the Kings List officially begins.
Lu Ming wants to improve his strength as soon as possible in these 20 days.
The six ancient aristocrats, who practiced the god-level exercises, were extremely arrogant and their fighting power was absolutely terrible.
Lu Ming himself also practiced the god-level exercises, the real recipe for fighting dragons, and knew the horror of the god-level exercises.
The true skill of fighting dragons, which can cultivate ten times the true yuan, has always been the foundation of Lu Ming's powerful combat power.
Well, the same is a god-level exercise, absolutely terrifying.
The battle of the Kings List will definitely be extremely tragic.
Lu Ming entered the Supreme Temple, sat cross-legged in front of the ancient tree of Wudao, took out a piece of earth mystic crystal, and began to practice.
Jiuyang Zhizun has returned to the Supreme Temple since his last appearance and chatted with Lian Cang for a while, and fell into a deep sleep.
Crushed the earth's Aoyi crystal, the artistic conception filaments filled Lu Ming's whole body.
This fast mystic crystal is the middle grade mystic crystal.
In a blink of an eye, more than a day passed, and Lu Ming raised the earth's artistic conception to the pinnacle of the first-class Xiaocheng, and within one step, he could break through the big one.
At this moment, Lu Ming felt a trace of bottleneck.
The earth's artistic conception actually encountered a bottleneck at the first level of small achievements. Like several other artistic concepts, Lu Ming practiced to the first level limit in one go before he encountered the bottleneck.
The artistic conception of the earth is indeed a special artistic conception, not comparable to the nine common artistic concepts.
Now that he encountered a bottleneck, Lu Ming stopped training and planned to go outside.
Opening the door of the room and walking out, I saw that a figure flashed away and went out.
Lu Ming's eyes moved.
The figure just now was Jian Fei Liu. It is now night, and Jian Fei Liu's expression seems a little anxious. What happened?
Lu Ming looked, and followed.
Jianfei flowed very fast, like a phantom, bypassing several streets and appearing in a secluded alley.
Lu Ming engraved a formation of convergent breath for himself, followed silently behind Jian Fei Liu, Jian Fei Liu felt nothing.
Lu Ming appeared on the roof of a house. Looking down, she saw a woman in the alley.
It was the sister of Jianfeiliu.
"You came to me, what is it?"
Jian Feiliu looked at the woman in front of her, his voice cold.
"Master, do you really hate me so much?" The woman looked at Jianfeiliu and smiled miserably.
"Hate you? How come? Everyone has their own ambitions. I can't force myself. If I hate, I hate myself. I hate that I was born with a low birth and a low talent. Even if I try hard to practice, I still can't compare to Wang Mang." Jian Feiliu Laughed at himself.
"Sir, I'm wrong, I'm really wrong!"
At this moment, the woman suddenly smiled violently, her body shivering and shedding tears.
"What's going on?" Jian Fei Liu frowned.
"Brother, you have to save me. I want to leave that beast. Since following him, he hasn't treated me like a human being. He abuses me every day. Brother, I beg you. Now, I can only rely on you. Now."
The woman walked to Jian Feiliu's side, grabbed Jian Feiliu's arm, and wept constantly.
She rolled up her sleeves and saw that her arm was covered with dense scars, all of which were whip marks.
"That beast, tortured me every day, pumped me with a whip, and left scars on my body, and I was not allowed to exercise for healing. I can't stand it anymore. I want to leave him, brother, I want to leave him. At the beginning, I shouldnt agree, I shouldnt."
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Jian Fei screamed like a beast in his throat.
On the roof, Lu Ming's eyes suddenly moved.
Not far away, there were a few streamers, flying towards this side very quickly.
"Bitch, dare to carry my old lover who met you quietly, cheap/good."
A roar echoed between heaven and earth.
At the next moment, three figures landed in the alley.
The woman screamed, her face pale and scared, without any trace of blood.
"Jianfeiliu, my woman, you dare to touch, today, you will die!"
In Wang Mang's eyes, a cold killer flashed through his body, but a blazing flame came out of his body. This flame turned purple, and the temperature was terrifying. The walls of the houses around him and the floor under his feet actually gasified directly. .
It makes the hard stones directly evaporate. This temperature is too scary.
"Flame burning tactics!"
Jianfeiliu's pupils contracted sharply.
The flames of burning the sky are the masters of the six tribes of the ancient ancestral family and the god-level exercises.
Wang Mang stepped out and walked towards Jianfeiliu. In his hand, there appeared a halberd engulfed by flames and he chopped towards Jianfeiliu.
The sword blew, and Jian Feilius pupils turned golden, and a golden war sword appeared in his hand. A golden sword light cut through the night, as if it could split the black night.
However, Wang Mang's War Halberd could not be split.
The terrible temperature burned everything, and a deep pit appeared on the ground, which was vaporized by flames, and a force of gold and purple mixed up into the sky straight into the clouds.
Jian Fei's body retreated sharply, his golden light shining, resisting that terrifying temperature.
"Someone is fighting, so terrible!"
Nearby, countless people were alarmed and flew towards this side. Suddenly, figures appeared in all directions.
"That is the tactic of burning the sky and the arrogance of the Wang family."
"Wang Mang is Wang Mang, Wang Mang, the 700th place on the Qianjiao list."
"The other person seems to be Jian Feiliu, and he and Wang Mang met each other."
Around them, someone recognized the two and was shocked.
"Jianfeiliu, is this strength? Too disappointing me!"
Wang Mang was shining with purple flames like a **** of fire. The terrifying temperature overflowed. Even the air was burning. The place where Wang Mang stood was a vacuum.
He stepped out again, the flame halberd pierced the night sky and cut towards the sword.
The golden light on Jianfeiliu's body was about to condensed into substance and turned into a golden armor, which was worn on him, and a golden swordlight came out again.
But this time, Jianfei flowed farther back, and the golden light on his body trembled, as if to collapse.
The two old men who followed Wang Mang appeared beside the woman, one of them buckled the woman's shoulder.
"Bitch, today, I will let you see with your own eyes, how I beheaded your old lover."
Wang Mang sipped coldly, wandered out, and killed Jianfei Liu.