Chapter 557 The Variation of the World

   There was a loud bang.

  The disciples of the Zhu family who were sitting cross-legged in the quiet room woke up from their cultivation and mistakenly thought that the Holy Land of the Human Race had arrived.

  Because of national conditions, Zhu Miao and Zhu Shihan were virtually isolated.

   "Don't be noisy, this is Quyan, and I haven't reached the Holy Land yet." Zhu Xiushi showed up with a cold face. In the absence of bad boys, the female tutor was full of majesty, enough to calm the young people who were there.

The    voice fell, and the pacemaker walked over quickly, with a solemn face and whispered to Zhu Xiushi.

   "There is such a thing?!"

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

   "Senior, what happened? If it's a trivial matter, I can do it for you." Zhu Miao asked with a frown.

   "It's nothing, Quyan didn't recognize the Holy Land Flying Shuttle, and regarded us as intruders. There was a little misunderstanding. The messenger and I came forward to explain it, and I'll be back soon." Zhu Xiushi was in a hurry and left with Master Buzi.

   Zhu Miao nodded and stopped asking, vaguely guessing something.

   Unlike the other Xiaobai present, he went to the Human Race Holy Land ten years ago and met a few unlucky people who were dismissed early, so he had some understanding of the assessment rules of the Holy Land.

   Good thing!

   Being expelled is incompetent, I can’t complain that the examiner is not sympathetic, and those who have the ability are not afraid of the assessment, so I can’t wait to leave a good impression on the examiner in front of others.

   Thinking of this, Zhu Miao patted Zhu Shihan on the shoulder: "There may be conflicts next, Quyan is a big country, and the monks are very powerful. Remember to go all out, and don't let the other side look down on our Wu Zhou."

  Zhu Shihan was dumbfounded and had a little misunderstanding. Just explain it. Where did the conflict come from?

   Before he could open his mouth, wisps of mist swept into the shuttle, dividing the nine palaces and gossip, and brought him to a portal in an instant.

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

  Between surprise and doubt, a figure with a black robe covering his face slowly stepped out.

  The air condensed under his feet, and after stepping on it, the sound was like thunder and bursts of roars.

   His figure seemed to be slow, but every time he took a step, he was several tens of feet away, and within a breath, he had already arrived in front of Zhu Shihan.

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

   "This senior, this junior is from the Wu Zhou people. He passed by your country only to go to the holy land of the human race. You can ask clearly, and it's not too late to start." Far away in a foreign land, Zhu Shihan didn't want to cause disputes.

  The figure in black robe was unmoved, Zhu Shihan took a step back, and he took ten steps forward, and his aura became more and more dignified. When he approached Zhu Shihan, his aura had already reached its peak.

  Boom! !

   The turbulent fist intent is condensed into essence, implicated in the surrounding space and integrated into one, mighty and mighty.

   "The seal of the emperor's sacrifice."

   Zhu Shihan shouted loudly, and the punching 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 low sound of thunder echoed in the portal of the great formation.

   In the next second, the red fire wings spread, and the illusory shadow of the Vermillion Bird rose to the sky, and went straight to the place where the black robe figure stood.

"good."

   Nie Ziyi, who was in charge of the grand formation, nodded. Zhu Shihan's realm was a little bit worse, but he had the fate of Vermillion Bird and his future was limitless. It was not a problem to give him time to realize his talent and become a master of the party.

   As he was thinking, Bu Zishi stepped through the door and came with Zhu Xiushi.

   The three female nuns met, each with their own strengths and strengths, and they exchanged a few words for a short while before turning their eyes to the areas they were concerned about.

   First of all, Zhu Miao, with outstanding strength, can easily suppress two black-robed puppets with one enemy and two.

  Nie Ziyi deliberately tried out his upper limit, waved his hand, and added three more puppets.

   In the picture, Zhu Miao is very talented in martial arts, and his face remains unchanged when he is under heavy siege. Judging from the posture of his coping with ease, he knows that he is far from exerting his full strength.

qualified.

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

"what?!"

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

So fast!

  Nie Ziyi was slightly surprised, and lamented that Wu Zhou had a lot of bright spots, and that Zhu Qilan's strength might still be higher than Zhu Miao's.

   These three people still have such a performance, isn't that Lu Bei who has inherited the immortal sword intent...

  Lubei: ∠("∠)＿

   "Haven't you eaten, you don't have the strength to beat someone, and you're still learning the way of robbery!"

   "Let's change people. Your kid is not ashamed. It's not that the sect master looks down on you. If you put it in the Tianjian sect, don't think about the robbery. You can plant a tree to open the way."

  Nie Ziyi: (_)

What the hell?

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

   The black-robed puppet punched in the air, and the sound of thunder exploded, as if millions of troops were leading troops to fight, traveling through thousands of miles.

  !

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

   The black-robed puppet kicked horizontally, and the black lines shook off the void. The violent energy fluctuations spread along the cracks, and one side of the world had a faint tendency to collapse.

  Boom!

   A foot landed on Lu Bei's shoulder, who turned over, indicating that this hand was just enough to stop the itching, so he continued on the other side.

   Since then, the style of painting has changed.

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

   No cultivation, just staring into the distance with both eyes blank.

In a daze.

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

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

  Lubei: ('3_ヽ)_

   lay down again.

   After confirmation, the way to open is correct.

   "Master, Sect Master Lu is like this." Bu Zishi silently transmitted his voice. Nie Ziyi first met Lu Bei, and he was a little unaccustomed to it at first, but once he got used to it, he got used to it.

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

   In such a comparison, the unevenness of the world appeared.

   Some people try their best to survive;

  Some people are relaxed, chatting and laughing to a height that their peers cannot touch in their entire lives;

  Some people, you talk to them about the hardships of life, and they ask you to make a price and ask how much the night is.

  Boom! !

   The black-robed puppet fell with a punch, bombarding Lu Bei's door heavily, only to hear a few crackling sounds, and one arm broke from the elbow.

The    puppet retreated violently, leaving shards in place.

  Lu Bei suddenly woke up, his confused eyes refocused, and he was overjoyed and said, "What's the matter, are you going to have dinner?"

  Nie Ziyi: "…"

The    black-robed puppet is her proud masterpiece. It is sewn by the secret method of the sacred land of the human race, with the ancient texts of Daxia as the core. It is the strongest one. In terms of physical strength, it is enough to single out the tribulation period.

result…

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

   When we met for the first time, the female examiner had a very poor sense of a certain contestant, and could not wait to draw a red cross on the spot.

   In the picture, the white fog rolled, the black-robed puppet exited the stage with a broken arm, and Nie Zixiong stepped out and stopped ten paces away from Lu Bei.

The   Iron Tower's body is strong and powerful, and the sound of the rushing river is deafening during his breathing. He is a powerful cultivator with success.

  Lu Bei tilted his head, stood up on his knees, and pretended to be stupid and said: "Finally, a ruthless character has arrived. As expected of Quyan, a great human nation, the robbers are all monks in the robbery period."

"Wu Zhou's flying shuttle has no official documents, and Qu Yan will not let him go. A dared to say, and asked Your Excellency to take care of him and stay in Quyan for three to five months. Let your Excellency go." Nie Zixiong didn't know that Buzishi leaked the script and read the lines as they were.

   "Your face..."

  Lu Bei pondered for a moment: "The face plate is not small, but the sect master and you are never acquainted, why should I sell your face?"

   "What about their face?" Nie Zixiong raised his fists sternly.

   "Then you have to try it."

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

   punched out, and the void was suddenly filled with terrifying fist marks.

  The portal of the great formation was crumbling, as if the whole sky had collapsed. Only the fist prints devoured all directions frantically, and the mighty power enveloped everything.

   So fast, is he really a sword repairer?

  Nie Zixiong clearly remembered that the intelligence on Lu Bei stated that his movement skills were extremely strong, not only the speed was unparalleled, it was difficult to perceive during the normal tribulation period, but even the strength was terrifyingly tyrannical.

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

  Nie Zixiong raised his long arm, grabbed it in the air, his fingers slid across the void, and a black light flashed in his eyes. Time suddenly slowed down the pace of his actions at this moment.

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

   Nie Zixiong shouted, and folded one arm under his abdomen.

   It can be seen that Lu Bei did not use immortal sword intent, it is purely physical strength, he does not want to bully the small with the big, but also fights back with the physical strength.

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

   The punches pierced straight out, and the extremely violent fist marks erupted in an instant. Under the oppression of the majestic force, the void trembled and let out an overwhelmed wailing, and the cracks in the space spread.

  Nie Ziyi, who was 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 dispersing and hurting innocent passers-by.

   Two fists, one big and one small, collided in the air, squeezing and crushing with force, and the hurricane rolled up its robes and screeched. The air waves like a tsunami surged up, and from the place where the fists collided, they surged in all directions.

   The void shattered suddenly, and darkness swept down.

   After a brief stalemate, the excitement on Nie Zixiong's face froze, he silently took a few steps back, and put one hand behind him.

  Icy, shaking.

  The sweat was cold, and the hands were shaking all the time.

  Because the arm is completely unconscious, he is not sure if his hand is broken.

  Impossible, how could it be broken, body repair and sword repair arm breaking, it should just be numb...

   Yes, that's right, it will be fine in a while.

"not bad!"

  Lu Bei blew his fist and said with relief: "I can take over 30% of this suzerain's strength. It's a person. Looking at this Holy Land Conference, I can only surpass you by five fingers. I would like to call you a formidable enemy."

  “…”

   Are you the examiner, or am I the examiner?

   (end of this chapter)