Violet looked at Fang Yu, both cold and puzzled.
"I mean, you should wake him up first, and then kill him, it's better to relieve your hatred." Fang Yu said.
"..." Violet looked down, her face changed slightly, and flew down.
Fang Yu stood in the original position and looked far away.
At this time, the surviving members of the Holy Light Group stared at him in a daze.
Fang Yu waved to them friendly, and then remembered something.
Where did Bai Ran go
Fang Yu was taken aback, thinking that before he left the castle, he ordered Bai Ran to watch Gary.
And Gary ran out... so in vain...
Fang Yu's eyes changed slightly, and he immediately rushed to the castle behind, and released his spiritual consciousness, looking for Bai Ran's figure.
Soon, he saw Bai Ran, who fell on the snowy field on the side of the castle, was seriously injured and passed out.
Fang Yu landed beside Bai Ran and knelt down.
Bai Ran still breathes, it's not a big problem.
Fang Yu stretched out his hand and placed it on Bai Ran's forehead, with light glowing.
"The level is still not enough..." Fang Yu said, looking at Bai Ran, shaking his head slightly.
He brought Bai Ran by his side, not really wanting Bai Ran to do anything for him, but a kind of exercise.
But from the current point of view, the opponents Fang Yu had contacted were all too high in strength, far surpassing Bai Ran's level.
In this way, it is difficult for Bai Ran to exercise, but every time he is beaten and scarred.
Of course, Fang Yu would not ask Bai Ran to be like Lin Batian, to keep up with him in every move.
But at least, Bai Ran has to have the most basic self-protection ability.
"As far as the martial arts world today is concerned, talent is not bad. It's a pity that the foundation is too weak, and the most critical time has been abandoned for more than 20 years..." Fang Yu frowned slightly, appraising the Tiandaomen disciple back then. Eyes, to evaluate Bai Ran.
The new disciple's entry level will be rated according to the cultivation talent. This is what most sects of the year would do, and Tiandaomen is no exception.
Generally speaking, there are four levels.
Ordinary, good, excellent, top-notch.
The higher the talent, the more cultivation resources will be obtained after entering the sect.
When Fang Yu entered the Tiandao Sect, he was rated as the top talent by Master Daotian.
Of course, no one expected the subsequent progress, including Fang Yu himself.
But even if it has been unable to break through the Qi Refining Period, the resources given to Fang Yu within the Heavenly Dao Sect have not been reduced, and have always maintained the configuration that a top talented disciple should have.
Fang Yu is very grateful to Master for this.
After he became the head, he knew the rules of the sect. In this way, I know how much effort the master made in order to preserve his cultivation resources.
"Now, give you a grade." Fang Yu muttered to himself, "From the perspective of the year, maybe it can barely be rated as good?"
"From the current point of view, it should be considered an excellent talent. But because the middle 20 years were wasteful, it had to be downgraded by one level, so it was still rated well after all."
Fang Yu touched his chin, thinking about the techniques suitable for Bai Ran's cultivation.
In the process, Bai Ran's injuries were slowly repaired, and his eyes opened.
Seeing Fang Yu crouching in front of him, Bai Ran was stunned for a moment, and then recalled what happened before the coma.
He endured the pain in his body, stood up, bowed his head and clasped his fists and said: "Mr. Fang, I'm sorry, I have failed your trust..."
"It's not a big problem, don't apologize." Fang Yu stood up, patted Bai Ran's shoulder, and said.
Bai Ran raised his head, eyes full of apology and dissatisfaction with him.
As an entourage, he couldn't handle even simple things, but instead asked Fang Yu to rescue him...
His pride makes it difficult to accept this.
Fang Yu was about to say something, but suddenly felt the arrival of several breaths.
He turned around and looked into the distance, his eyes moving slightly.
"We can prepare to leave." Fang Yu said.
Without the ethereal ring in the body, it would be hard work to return to Huaibei over a distance of tens of thousands of kilometers, no matter how fast it was.
Therefore, it is still necessary to Zhao Violet.
"Are you able to go?" Fang Yu asked Bai Ran, looking at him.
Bai Ran nodded.
So the two flew outside again.
…
In the midair, three figures fell.
When Bell and a group of members of the Holy Light Group saw these three figures, their faces were full of excitement.
Everyone immediately knelt on one knee, covering their chests with their right hands, and respectfully shouted: "Holy light, bless you, welcome the three kings."
Three figures fell on the ground.
The three of them looked about forty or fifty years old, and they all had different clothes. But they all have one thing in common, that is, there is a torch symbol on the left chest.
This symbol, in the upper-class society of the Western Regions, symbolizes the ultimate nobility.
Everyone who sees this sign must salute. Or bowing, or the unique chivalry.
This logo symbolizes the king!
This is a top noble title beyond any rank.
What duke, even the orthodox heir to the royal family, or even the prince. As long as you meet the king, you must put down your posture and salute the king!
The title Wangjue comes from the oldest sect in the Western Regions, Angel Sect.
Angelism is the belief of the entire Western Regions, and its status is extremely high.
The doctrines promulgated by the angelic religion are like imperial edicts to the Western Regions. Even the major royal families dare not disobey them.
And Wang Jue is the strongest person selected by the Angels.
In the entire Western Regions, there were only eight people who could be worthy of the title Wangjue.
And these three in front of them are the current three honorary heads of the Holy Light Group.
Lord Draghi, Lord Murray, Lord White.
Bell never dreamed that an emergency call for help would actually call the three kings together!
This alone is a great honor!
Delach glanced around, noticed the blood on the ground, frowned slightly, looked at Bell, and asked.
"Your Majesty Wang, the situation is like this. About twenty minutes ago, we came here..."
Bell told the whole story truthfully.
After listening to Bell's narration, the three kings looked at each other with different eyes.
"Where did the man you mentioned go?" Murray asked.
"After he got rid of Gary... he headed towards the castle, I never saw him again." Bell said.
"Gary was killed?" Murray asked with a strange color flashing in his eyes, looking at Bell.
"Yes, to be precise, a woman killed him." Bell replied.
"Who is it?" Murray asked.
Bell glanced forward.
Because the surrounding area was plain and the field of vision was open, he quickly saw the violet, which was located in the northeast, two hundred meters away, looking at his body.
"It's the lady." Bell said, pointing to Violet's position.
"Is it her?" A cold light flashed in Murray's eyes, but it faded quickly.
"Yes, Your Majesty Wang Jue." Bell replied respectfully.
"I want to see her and bring her in front of me." Murray said.
Bell immediately went in the direction of Violet.
Murray stood in place, with a faint glow in his eyes.
And Drudge, who was standing beside him, smiled and said, "I would like to see the man who easily killed the Spirit Emperor."
"Me too." White said, "If the Necromancer is really as powerful as Bell said... Then the strength of this man must have reached the level of a king..."
"White, Wang Jue is not judged by strength alone... In addition, I don't think that a necromancer has such a strong strength. Bell's description is mostly exaggerated because of fear." Murray glanced at White, faintly To say.
White is noncommittal.
After a while, Bell brought Violet to the front of the three kings.
I heard that it was Wang Jue who asked to meet, but Violet did not refuse, and could not refuse.
In the Western Regions, no one can refuse Wang Jue's request.
If you refuse, it is not only to refuse Wang Jue alone, but also to refuse the angelic religion.
In this way, no matter how great the strength is, they are bound to go to a dead end.
Violet looked at the three kings in front of him and bowed: "Your Majesty."
"I have a question to ask you." Murray glanced at Violet, his eyes indifferent, and said, "Did you kill Gary with your own hands?"
"... Yes." Violet replied.
A ray of cold light flashed in Murray's eyes again, and he did not speak.
"Gary colluded with the Necromancer and is already a sinner in the Western Regions. Now that you kill him will be your lifetime glory." White smiled.