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"You don't have to work hard, only you can see me. Grandma, I can't remember who locked me up here. Hiss... the Temple of War, I can't remember. Anyway, it means that you can open this confinement formation. We are destined.WWw.QUaNbEn-xIAoShUO.CoM" The middle-aged man is struggling a little, and his memory is intermittent, but it can be seen that he is the type with a big head and will not worry about such small things.
"Turn on?"
"Yes, the genes in your blood are very pure."
Wang Dong was very happy, "So my genes are very good, haha, I know I am not just a thing in the pool!"
"Shit, this can only mean that your ancestors have been poor for eight generations. No matter what age you are, even if you have some wealth, you will have to adjust your genes."
The middle-aged uncle killed classmate Wang Dong's complacency with another "stick".
Wang Dong pouted, "I don't even have parents, let alone eight generations of ancestors."
The middle-aged uncle was a little stunned, "Ahem, forget it, Prince General Xiang Ning has the guts. As long as I teach you a few Sanshou moves, you can dominate the world. By the way, what time is it now?"
"In the year 2565, we were in a mine on the Norton Star in the Sagittarius constellation and were surrounded by the Zago tribe."
"Two, five, six, five... Damn, I can't remember. What's so scary about a group of worms? If they are killed, it will be over. Even tens of thousands of Zago troops are just a cloud. I can't remember... I can't remember." People's expressions kept changing between expert and idiot, which made Wang Dong on the side have the urge to hit a wall.
"Uncle, can you crush another ant to death?" Wang Dong asked.
boom…
In the light, the middle-aged man seemed to explode something, forming a hurricane, but the problem was that the impact alone did not reveal the power at all.
After trying several times, the middle-aged man could only give up, "Boy, how about we make a deal. I'll teach you kung fu and you take me to the Temple of War. I vaguely remember that I have something to do with the Temple of War here. Maybe it's Those idiots locked me up here!"
"Uncle, uncle, do you know where the Temple of War is?" Wang Dong looked at him as if he was a fool, muttering in his heart, even a three-year-old child knows that the Temple of War was left by the Blade Warriors, a real god-like place. , where there are mysteries of invincibility and immortality. Unfortunately, the real temple is in the illusory subspace. It is said that only the descendants of General Li Feng can enter.
But to be honest, although he couldn't feel the attack, judging from the mental storm of the middle-aged man, he should indeed be considered a master, although he didn't understand the level.
"Whatever, this deal is a good deal for you. If you find the Temple of War, you will complete the mission, and I will teach you a set of exercises as a reward. How about it?"
The middle-aged man seemed very determined to teach Wang Dong.
Wang Dong's mind was spinning, "Why do you always want to teach me Kung Fu? Are you so eager to recruit disciples? Or is there some conspiracy?"
Beware the world of sweet talk and darkness.
This is another wise saying of the old man. Every time the old man is defrauded of all his money, he always feels this way.
"Yes, why am I like this?" The middle-aged man himself was also confused. It seemed that this was not his original intention, but something was driving him to do this.
Soon the middle-aged uncle returned to normal, "No matter what the reason is, what kind of rags are you cultivating? You have to set a trap to deal with a low-level Zago, and you have made yourself so embarrassed and embarrassed the human warriors. in those days…."
Unable to recall that year, the middle-aged uncle waved his hand and stopped thinking about it.
"Blade Technique." Wang Dong said matter-of-factly. His Sixteenth Degree Blade Technique was much stronger than the ordinary ones from Eight Degrees.
"Blade Technique???" The middle-aged man pointed at Wang Dong in shock, and then burst into hysterical laughter, "Ha, haha, if you do Blade Technique, I will be a Blade Warrior!"
"Its name is indeed Blade Technique. Blade Technique is the most popular eighth-brain area technique practiced by humans. It can be used regardless of whether it is enlightened or not. I am not the only one who calls it that, not to mention that the average one only has eight degrees. , I have sixteen degrees.”
Wang Dong said angrily that he still respected the old man very much. This man always exaggerated but showed no real ability.
"Hmph." His gaze seemed to penetrate Wang Dong. The operation of Wang Dong's Blade Technique appeared in the middle-aged man's eyes, as if transparent.
"It's interesting that the Blade Art has been simplified like this. It's so damn powerful. If the Blade Warrior knew that his invincible Blade Art had turned into a street stall, I don't know what he would think. It seems that time is really a terrible thing. Boy, do you want to learn the real Blade Art?"
"I think!" Wang Dong nodded without hesitation. Nonsense, if it was really the Blade Warrior's blade technique that dominated the world back then, a normal person would think that the Blade Warrior is an eternal myth of mankind. It is precisely because of him that the extremely powerful Zago tribe came to be. Will encounter a nearly devastating blow. Some people say that in fact, the Blade Warrior is simply the incarnation of God, and the power he uses is not the technology of this era of mankind at all.
Is there such a good thing
"What are the conditions?" Wang Dong knew that there was no such thing as a free lunch.
The middle-aged man sighed, "There are no conditions. If I want to leave this hellish place, I have to let you leave this hellish place. With your current strength, if you go out, you will die. If you die, I will stay in the ignorant confinement again." I won’t see the light of day, that’s all, let’s go out first, and you can just let me out for some air from time to time.”
"That's no problem!" Wang Dong nodded, "Well, I have a question, should I ask it?"
"Bullshit, you're a real man, why bother talking about mother-in-law and mother-in-law, just say it directly."
"Are you a villain?" Wang Dong asked tentatively.
…The atmosphere is a bit awkward…
Roar…
"I am a god-level warrior who is indomitable, famous all over the world, and respected by everyone. How can I be a villain? If you dare to question my character again, I will beat you to a pulp!"
The middle-aged man in the light roared hysterically.
Wang Dong shrugged. It seemed that even if he was not a villain, he was almost there. He was so impulsive and aggressive, but Wang Dong could feel that this person had good intentions.
"Okay, do you want to become a disciple? Let's start now."
"It's time for me to make an idea. You don't need to be a disciple. I'll teach you kung fu. If you have a solution in the future, you have to help me out. We won't owe each other anything."
"Whatever, let's get started." Wang Dong was really eager for stronger power, even a little impatient.
"Very well, the source of our human power is the spiritual sea. As long as we are strong enough, we will have god-like power, and the Blade Art is the most powerful technique for cultivating the spiritual sea."
"Could you be a Blade? Probably not, otherwise I would be sad."
"Nonsense, of course I'm not!"
"Then why do you know the Blade Technique? You can't coax me. Besides, since the Blade Technique is the best skill in the world, why are you being locked up here?"
Wang Dong was bombarded with questions like a barrage of questions. In fact, he was still a little suspicious.
"Damn, you kid is really careful. This is indeed the Blade Art, but what I cultivate is not the Blade Art. The reason why I tell you is that this damn formation is driving me to do this, and the Blade Art is on top. I If I don’t do it, the formation will make me very unhappy, what do you think I should do!”
"Oh, I told you earlier. Anyway, I am single and in a desperate situation. I dare to practice any technique. You are not famous, so I will give you a nickname. Since you say that you are a martial arts master, but you can't help it. To prove it, just call me the God of War."
"What does it mean to look like a god of war? I am!"
"Stop being entangled, a Martial God must have the magnanimity of a Martial God. If he doesn't even have this magnanimity, he is still a Martial God." Wang Dong was very experienced in dealing with this kind of people, and he was able to silence the seemingly Martial God with just one sentence.
"Boy, this Blade Technique is known as the number one skill in mankind. I'm afraid no one has practiced it since the creation of the Blade Warriors. I don't know why it appears here, but I've seen it and I've never seen it so difficult. It's not you. The kind of sixteen degrees, but two hundred and fifty-six degrees. As long as it doesn't work once, it's in vain. I just teach it. It's up to you how much you can understand. Since this damn broken crystal has chosen you, it must be a little bit. It makes sense.”
"Haha, I just said I have good qualifications."
It seemed that the God of War had severely despised Wang Dong. A human figure appeared in the light, and the dense red dots on it were the complete 256-degree genetic core power center of Blade Art.
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