"That's right, there is no fragrant grass anywhere in the world, brother Jian, you need to put it down!"
Lu Ming patted Jian Feiliu on the shoulder and didn't say much.
It is difficult for outsiders to help with this kind of thing, and you need to face it yourself.
Afterwards, they went back to their rooms.
Now, there are still twenty days before the battle of the Heavenly Kings List officially begins.
Lu Ming wants to improve his strength as soon as possible during these 20 days.
The six great ancient families practiced god-level exercises, and the strength of the Tianjiao among them was absolutely terrifying.
Lu Ming himself has also practiced the god-level kung fu, Zhanlong Zhenjue, and knows the horror of the god-level kung fu.
Zhanlong Zhenjue, which can cultivate ten times the true energy, has always been the foundation of Lu Ming's powerful combat power.
Then, it is also a god-level skill, and it is absolutely terrifying.
The battle of the Heavenly Kings List will definitely be extremely fierce.
Lu Ming entered the Supreme Temple, sat cross-legged in front of the ancient tree of enlightenment, took out a crystal of the profound meaning of the earth, and began to practice.
After chatting with Lian Cang for a while since he appeared last time, Nine Yang Supreme returned to the Supreme Temple and fell into a deep sleep.
Click!
After crushing the spar of the profound meaning of the earth, the fine threads of artistic conception permeated Lu Ming's whole body.
This quick profound meaning spar is a middle-grade earth profound meaning spar.
In a blink of an eye, more than a day passed, and Lu Ming raised the artistic conception of the earth to the pinnacle of the first-level small success, and he was one step away from breaking through the big success.
At this time, Lu Ming felt a bottleneck.
The artistic conception of the earth actually encountered a bottleneck in the small achievements of the first level. Like other artistic conceptions, Lu Ming only encountered bottlenecks when he practiced to the limit of the first level in one breath.
The artistic conception of the earth is indeed a special artistic conception, and it is not comparable to the nine common artistic concepts.
Now that he encountered a bottleneck, Lu Ming stopped his cultivation and planned to take a walk outside.
He opened the door and walked out, only to see a figure flashing away and heading outside.
"Brother Sword!"
Lu Ming's eyes moved.
The figure just now was Jian Feiliu, it was already night, and Jian Feiliu's expression seemed a little anxious, what happened
Lu Ming's expression moved, and he followed.
Jian Feiliu's figure was extremely fast, like a phantom, he bypassed several streets and appeared in a secluded alley.
Lu Ming engraved a formation for himself to restrain his breath, and followed Jian Feiliu soundlessly, Jian Feiliu didn't notice it.
"Um?"
Lu Ming appeared on the roof of a house, looked down, and saw a woman in the alley.
It was Jian Feiliu's junior sister.
"You came to me, what do you mean?"
Jian Feiliu looked at the woman in front of him with a cold voice.
"Brother, do you really hate me that much?" The woman looked at Jian Feiliu and smiled miserably.
"Hate you? Why? Everyone has their own ambitions, and I can't force it. If I hate, I hate myself. I hate my humble birth and low talent. Even if I practice hard, I still can't compare with that Wang Mang." Jian Feiliu Laugh at yourself.
"Brother, I was wrong, I was really wrong!"
At this time, the woman suddenly smiled miserably, her delicate body trembled and shed tears.
"What's going on?" Jian Feiliu frowned.
"Senior brother, you have to save me. I want to leave that beast. Ever since I followed him, he has not treated me as a human being and abused me every day. Senior brother, I beg you. Now, I can only rely on you gone."
The woman walked up to Jian Feiliu, grabbed Jian Feiliu's arm, and kept crying.
She rolled up her sleeves, only to see that her arms were covered with dense scars, and those scars were all whip marks.
"That beast tortured me every day, beat me with a whip, left scars on my body, and didn't allow me to exercise my skills to heal my injuries. I really can't take it anymore. I want to leave him, senior brother, I want to leave him. Back then, I shouldn't have promised, I shouldn't have promised."
The woman cried again and again, and the tears kept streaming down.
"Beast, beast!"
Jian Feiliu let out a roar like a beast in his throat.
"not good!"
On the roof, Lu Ming's eyes suddenly moved.
Not far away, there are a few streamers of light flying towards this side at a very high speed.
"Bitch, dare to meet your old lover behind my back, bitch."
A roar echoed between heaven and earth.
The next moment, three figures landed in the alley.
"Wang Mang!"
The woman screamed, her face turned pale with fright, without the slightest trace of blood.
"Jian Feiliu, my woman, if you dare to touch her, today, you will die!"
In Wang Mang's eyes, a cold murderous intent flashed across his body, but raging flames emanated from his body. This flame was purple in color, and the temperature was terrifying. The walls of the surrounding houses, as well as the floor under his feet, actually gasified directly. .
To directly gasify hard stones, this temperature is too terrifying.
"Raging Flame Burning Heaven Art!"
Jian Feiliu's pupils shrank sharply.
The Lie Yan Burning Heaven Art is a god-level kung fu technique that belongs to the royal families of the six great ancient families.
Boom!
Wang Mang stepped out, striding towards Jian Feiliu, a halberd condensed from flames appeared in his hand, and he slashed towards Jian Feiliu.
Keng!
The sword rang, and Jian Feiliu's pupils turned golden, and a golden sword appeared in his hand. A golden sword light pierced the night, as if it could split the black night.
However, he couldn't split Wang Mang's halberd.
boom!
The terrifying temperature burned everything, and a deep pit appeared on the ground, which was gasified by the flames. A golden and purple energy rose into the sky and went straight into the clouds.
tread! tread! ...
Jian Feiliu retreated sharply, his whole body shone with golden light, resisting the terrifying temperature.
"what happened?"
"Someone is fighting, what a terrifying movement!"
Nearby, countless people were alarmed and flew towards this direction. Suddenly, figures appeared in all directions.
"That's Lie Yan Burning Heaven Art, the pride of the Wang family."
"Wang Mang, it's Wang Mang, Wang Mang who ranks 700 on the Thousand Pride List."
"The other person seems to be Jian Feiliu. He confronted Wang Mang."
Around, someone recognized the two of them and was quite shocked.
"Jian Feiliu, is this the only strength? I am so disappointed!"
Purple flames were shining all over Wang Mang, like a god of fire, the terrifying temperature overflowed, and even the air was burning, and the place where Wang Mang stood became a vacuum.
He stepped out again, and the flaming halberd pierced the night sky, slashing towards Jian Feiliu.
The golden light on Jian Feiliu's body was about to condense into substance, turning into a golden battle armor. Wearing it on him, a golden sword light slashed out again.
But this time, Jian Fei retreated further, and the golden light on his body trembled for a while, as if about to collapse.
Swish! Swish!
Two old men who followed Wang Mang appeared beside the woman, and one of them clasped the woman's shoulder.
"Brother!"
The woman yelled.
"Bitch, today, I'm going to let you see with your own eyes how I killed your old lover."
Wang Mang shouted coldly, walked out, and killed Jian Feiliu.