Chapter 557 The Staggering of the World

   There was a loud bang.

  The disciples of the Zhu family, who were sitting cross-legged in the meditation room, woke up from their cultivation and mistakenly thought that the holy land of the human race had arrived.

  Because of the national conditions, Zhu Mourning and Zhu Shihan were isolated invisibly.

   "Don't make noise, this place is Quyan, and I haven't reached the Holy Land yet." Zhu Xiushi showed up with a cold face. Without the bad boys, the female tutor was full of majesty, enough to calm down the young people present.

  After the words fell, Bu Zishi walked over quickly, whispering to Zhu Xiushi with a dignified face.

   "There is such a thing?!"

  Zhu Xiushi turned pale with shock, and asked a group of people to wait in place, saying that there was an important matter to be dealt with first.

   "Senior, what happened, if it's trivial, I can do it for you." Zhu Mour frowned and asked.

   "It's nothing. Qu Yan didn't recognize Shuttle in the Holy Land and regarded us as intruders. There was a misunderstanding. The envoy and I will come forward and explain, and we will be back soon." Zhu Xiushi hurried away and left with Bu Zishi.

   Zhu Mour nodded and stopped asking, vaguely guessing something.

  Different from the other Xiaobai present, he had been to the Holy Land of the Human Race ten years ago, met a few unlucky people who were removed early, and knew a little about the assessment rules of the Holy Land.

   Good thing!

   It is incompetent to be dismissed, and I can't blame the examiner for not showing affection. Those who are capable are not afraid of the assessment, and they want to leave a good impression on the examiner in front of others.

  Thinking of this, Zhu Mourn patted Zhu Shihan on the shoulder: "There may be conflicts in the future. Qu Yan is a big country, and the monks are strong. Remember to go all out, and don't let the other party underestimate us Wu Zhou."

  Zhu Shihan was dumbfounded, he had a little misunderstanding, just explain it, where is the conflict?

   Before he could open his mouth, wisps of mist were drawn into the shuttle, splitting the nine palaces and gossip, bringing him a portal in an instant.

  The void is pure white, making it difficult to distinguish up, down, left, and right.

  Amidst the uncertainty, a figure covered with a black robe stepped out slowly.

  The air condensed under its feet, and after stepping on it, the sound was like thunder, and clusters of roars exploded.

  His body looks slow, but every time he takes a step, he has a distance of tens of feet, and within a breath, he has already arrived in front of Zhu Shihan.

  The wind was raging, and a huge wind wall was suddenly raised.

   "This senior, the junior is from the Wu Zhou family. He passed by your country just to go to the holy land of the human race. Just ask clearly, and it will not be too late to do it." Far away in a foreign land, Zhu Shihan didn't want to cause disputes, and he retreated silently while accumulating strength.

  The black-robed figure remained unmoved, Zhu Shihan took a step back, and he took ten steps forward, and the aura around him became more and more dignified. When he approached Zhu Shihan, his aura had already reached its peak.

  Boom! !

  The agitated boxing intent condensed into substance, involving the surrounding space and blending into one, mighty and mighty.

   "Huangji Sacrifice Seal."

  Zhu Shihan shouted loudly, and the fist power he had accumulated for a long time suddenly blasted out.

  The two fists collided in the air, and the surrounding space was compressed into rocks. With a loud noise, the deep thunder sound echoed endlessly in the portal of the great formation.

  The next second, the red fire wings spread out, and the phantom of Suzaku rose into the sky, heading straight for the place where the black-robed figure stood.

"good."

  Nie Ziyi, who presided over the formation, nodded. Zhu Shihan's realm is a bit inferior, but he has the fate of Suzaku, and his future is limitless. Given time for him to realize his talent, becoming a master is not a problem.

  Just as he was thinking, Master Buzi stepped through the gate and came with Zhu Xiushi.

  The three female cultivators met, plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum each had their own merits, exchanged a few words briefly, and turned their attention to the areas of concern.

  First is Zhu Mourning, who is outstanding in strength. With one against two, he can easily suppress the two black-robed puppets.

  Nie Ziyi intentionally tested his upper limit, waved his big hand, and added three more puppets.

  In the picture, Zhu Mourning has a great talent in martial arts, and his expression remains unchanged when he is under heavy siege. Judging from his posture of coping with ease, it is clear that he is far from exerting his full strength.

qualified.

  Nie Ziyi took out a small notebook and drew a red circle.

"Huh?!"

  Suddenly, a sense of a broken puppet came to his heart, and Nie Ziyi turned to look at the source. In the line of sight, Zhu Qilan's face was stern, and he slowly fell down with a knife in his palm. The background was a black-robed puppet that had been dismantled into pieces.

So fast!

  Nie Ziyi was slightly surprised, feeling that Wu Zhou has many highlights, and Zhu Qilan's strength may be even higher than Zhu Mourning.

  These three people still behave like this, wouldn't that Lu Bei who inherited the immortal sword intent...

  Lu Bei: ∠("∠)＿

   "Didn't you eat? You don't even have the energy to beat someone, and you're still robbing like others!"

   "Change, you don't feel ashamed, kid. It's not that the suzerain looks down on you. Put it in Tianjianzong. Don't think about robbery. You will plant trees to open the way."

  Nie Ziyi: (_)

What the hell?

  In the picture, Lu Bei is lying on his side in the void, with his head propped on one hand, and his posture is quite enchanting.

  The black-robed puppet punched across the air, and the sound of thunder exploded. It was like a million troops leading soldiers to fight, traveling thousands of miles. Wherever the soldiers passed, everything visible and invisible would be wiped out.

  Boom!

   A punch landed on Lu Bei's vest, and the latter remained motionless, laughing a little itchy.

  The black-robed puppet raised its foot horizontally, shaking the black streaks and lines in the void, violent energy fluctuations spread along the cracks, and the world seemed to be collapsing faintly.

  Boom!

   One foot landed on Lu Bei's shoulder, and the latter turned over, saying that this unique skill was not bad, it just relieved the itching, and continued on the other side.

  So, the painting style has changed.

  The black-robed puppet jumped up and down, Lu Bei yawned in the storm, and sat up cross-legged out of boredom.

  No practice, just looking into the distance with blank eyes.

In a daze.

  Nie Ziyi was silent for a moment. If I remember correctly, the puppet Lu Bei faced was the strongest among all the black robes.

  She waved away the water curtain in front of her, regained her composure, and reopened the door where Lu Bei was.

  Lu Bei: (\'3_ヽ)_

   lay down again.

   After confirmation, the opening method is correct.

   "Master, Sect Master Lu is like this." Bu Zishi silently transmitted the sound, Nie Ziyi saw Lu Bei for the first time, and at first he was not used to it, but once he got used to it, he got used to it.

  Besides, the tutor Zhu Xiushi finished having fun, and turned to look at the other students. Except for Zhu Qilan, Zhu Mourning, and Zhu Shihan, the rest of the Zhu family's disciples performed mediocrely. They can only be said to be qualified, but not up to the standard of excellence.

   With such a comparison, the world is uneven.

   Some people try their best to barely survive;

  Some people are relaxed, chatting and laughing to reach a height that their peers can't touch in their lifetime;

   Some people, you tell him about the hardships of life, and he asks you to make a price and ask how much the night package is.

  Boom! !

  The black-robed puppet landed with a punch and hit Lu Bei's front door heavily. There were only a few crackling sounds, and one arm broke from the elbow.

   The puppet drew back and retreated violently, leaving fragments in place.

  Lu Bei woke up suddenly, his confused eyes refocused, and he was overjoyed and said, "What's the matter, is dinner ready?"

  Nie Ziyi: "..."

  The black-robed puppet is a masterpiece she is proud of. It is sewn with the secret method of the Holy Land of the human race, and with the ancient text of the Great Xia as the core.

result…

  Every time she heard Lu Bei speak, she felt her face hurt.

   When we met for the first time, the female examiner had a very bad feeling for a certain contestant, and wished to draw a red cross on him on the spot.

  In the picture, the white mist billows, the black-robed puppet exits the stage with a severed arm, and Nie Zixiong walks out, stopping ten steps away from Lu Bei.

  The iron tower has a strong and powerful body, and the sound of the rushing river is deafening when breathing. It is a powerful monk who has accomplished physical training.

  Lu Bei tilted his head, stood up on his knees, pretended to be stupid and said in a daze: "Finally, a ruthless character came, as expected of Qu Yan, a great country of the human race, who are all cultivators in the tribulation period."

"Wu Zhou's shuttle has no official documents, and Qu Yan will not let it go. I dare to say something, and I ask you to take a look at this and stay in Qu Yan for three to five months. When the people above ask about the situation, you will see it." Let your Excellency go." Nie Zixiong didn't know that the step master had leaked the script, so he read the lines as they were.

   "Your face..."

  Lu Bei pondered for a moment: "You have a lot of face, but this suzerain has never met you, so why sell your face?"

   "Where's their face?" Nie Zixiong raised his fists sternly.

   "Then you have to try to know."

   Lu Bei grinned, raised his hands, and clenched his ten fingers together into a fist. With a flash of golden light, he slashed at Nie Zixiong with his sword.

   With a punch, the void was suddenly filled with terrifying fist marks.

  The gate of the great formation was crumbling, as if the entire sky had collapsed, only the fist prints crazily swallowed all directions, and the mighty force enveloped everything.

   So fast, is he really a sword cultivator?

  Nie Zixiong clearly remembered that in the information about Lu Bei, it was written that his physical skills were extremely strong, not only his speed was superb, but it was difficult to perceive during the ordinary tribulation period, and even his strength was shockingly tyrannical.

  The intelligence is correct, but the direct offensive is too obvious!

  Nie Zixiong raised his long arm, grabbed the air, his fingers slid across the void, his eyes flashed black, time suddenly slowed down the pace of walking at this moment.

   "Boy, it's just useless, let someone teach you what boxing is!"

  Nie Zixiong yelled loudly and folded his arms under his stomach.

   Seeing that Lu Bei didn't use the immortal sword intent, it was purely physical strength. He didn't want to use the big to bully the small, and he also used physical strength to fight back.

  As a body trainer, he is extremely confident in his physical body.

  The front of the fist pierced straight out, and the extremely violent fist prints erupted in an instant. Under the pressure of the majestic force, the void trembled and let out an overwhelmed wailing, and strands of space cracks spread.

  Nie Ziyi, standing at the eye of the formation, stabilized his mind and increased his control to prevent the aftermath of the collision between the two from spreading and hurting innocent passers-by.

  One big and one small two fists clashed in the air, crushing with force, the hurricane rolled up his robe and made a sound. A wave of air surged like a tsunami, and from the place where the fists collided, they surged in all directions.

  The void suddenly shattered, and darkness swept down.

  After a brief stalemate, Nie Zixiong's face froze with excitement, and he took a few steps back silently, putting one hand behind his back.

  Icy, shaking.

   The sweat is cold, and the hands are shaking all the time.

  With no feeling in his arm, he wasn't sure if his hand was broken.

  Impossible, how could it be broken, body repairer and sword repairer wrestled their wrists, it should just be numb...

  Yes, yes, it will be fine in a while.

"not bad!"

  Lu Bei blew his fists and said in relief: "It is a man who can take over 30% of the power of the suzerain. Looking at this holy land conference, there are only five fingers who can surpass you. I would like to call you a strong enemy."

   "..."

  Are you the examiner, or am I the examiner?

  (end of this chapter)