Zi Luo Lan looked at Fang Yu, her eyes showing both coldness and confusion.
"What I mean is that you should wake him up first and then kill him. This will relieve your hatred." Fang Yu said.
"..." Violet looked down, her face changed slightly, and she flew down.
Fang Yu stood in his original position and looked into the distance.
At this time, the surviving members of the Holy Light Regiment stared at him blankly.
Fang Yu waved to them in a friendly manner, and then remembered something.
Where did Bai Ran go?
Fang Yu was stunned, thinking that before he left the castle, he ordered Bai Ran to keep an eye on Gary.
And Gary ran out...so in vain...
Fang Yu's eyes changed slightly, and he immediately rushed towards the castle behind and released his consciousness to look for Bai Ran's figure.
Soon, he saw Bai Ran lying on the snowfield on the side of the castle, seriously injured and unconscious.
Fang Yu landed next to Bai Ran and squatted down.
Bai Ran is still breathing. It's not a big problem.
Fang Yu stretched out his hand and placed it on Bai Ran's forehead, causing light to shine.
"The level is still not good enough..." Fang Yu looked at Bai Ran, shook his head slightly and said.
He took Bai Ran with him, not because he wanted Bai Ran to help him with anything, but as a kind of exercise.
But as of now, it seems that the opponents Fang Yu has come into contact with are all of too high a level of strength, far beyond Bai Ran's level.
In this way, it would be difficult for Bai Ran to exercise, but he would be beaten with scars every time.
Of course, Fang Yu would not ask Bai Ran to be like Lin Batian and follow him every step of the way.
But at least Bai Ran must have the most basic ability to protect himself.
"As far as today's martial arts world is concerned, talent is pretty good. It's a pity that the foundation is too weak, and the most critical time was wasted for more than 20 years..." Fang Yu frowned slightly, evaluating the disciples of Tiandao Sect based on those years.
To evaluate Bai Ran with his own eyes.
The entry of new disciples will be graded based on their cultivation talents. This was something that most sects would do in those days, and Tiandao Sect was no exception.
Generally speaking, it is divided into four levels.
Average, good, excellent, top notch.
The higher the talent, the more training resources you will get after entering the sect.
When Fang Yu entered Tiandao Sect, he was rated as a top talent by Master Daotian.
Of course, no one expected the subsequent development, including Fang Yu himself.
But even though he has been unable to break through the Qi refining period, the resources given to Fang Yu by Tiandao Sect have not been reduced, and they have always maintained the configuration that a top talented disciple should have.
For this, Fang Yu is still very grateful to his master.
After he became the head of the sect, he learned about the sect's rules, and thus knew how much effort his master had made in order to preserve his cultivation resources.
"Now, let me give you a grade." Fang Yu said to himself, "From the perspective of those years, maybe it can barely be rated as good?"
"From the current point of view, it should be regarded as an excellent talent. But because of the waste of the intervening twenty years, it had to be downgraded, so it is still rated as good after all."
Fang Yu touched his chin, thinking about techniques suitable for Bai Ran's practice.
During this process, Bai Ran's injuries were slowly repaired and he opened his eyes.
Seeing Fang Yu squatting in front of him, Bai Ran was stunned for a moment, and then recalled what happened before he fell into coma.
He endured the pain in his body, stood up, lowered his head and clasped his fists, saying, "Mr. Fang, I'm sorry, I betrayed your trust..."
"It's not a big problem, no need to apologize." Fang Yu stood up, patted Bai Ran on the shoulder and said.
Bai Ran raised his head, his eyes full of apology and dissatisfaction with himself.
As a follower, he couldn't even handle a simple thing, and instead asked Fang Yu to save him...
His self-esteem found it difficult to accept this.
Fang Yu was about to say something, but suddenly felt the arrival of several auras.
He turned around and looked into the distance, his eyes moving slightly.
"We are ready to leave." Fang Yu said.
Without the ethereal ring, crossing tens of thousands of kilometers back to Huaibei, no matter how fast you go, is still a hard and tiring job.
So, it’s still Zhao Ziluolan.
"Can you leave?" Fang Yu looked at Bai Ran and asked.
Bai Ran nodded.
So the two of them flew outside again.
…
In mid-air, three figures fell down.
When Bell and other members of the Holy Light Group saw these three figures, excitement appeared on their faces.
Everyone immediately knelt down on one knee, covered their chests with their right hands, and respectfully shouted: "Blessed by the Holy Light, we welcome the three princes."
Three figures fell on the ground.
The three of them look to be about forty or fifty years old, and they all wear different clothes. But they all have one thing in common, which is a torch symbol on their left chest.
This logo symbolizes the ultimate dignity among the upper class society in the Western Regions.
Everyone who sees this sign must salute. Either a bow or a unique knightly salute.
This logo symbolizes Wangjue!
This is a top-level title that goes beyond any level of title.
What kind of duke, even if he is the legitimate heir of the royal family, or even a prince. As long as he meets the prince, he must lower his posture and salute him!
The title Wang Jue comes from the oldest sect in the Western Regions, the Angel Sect.
Angelism is the belief of the entire Western Region and has a very high status.
The doctrines promulgated by the Angel Religion are like imperial edicts to the people of the Western Regions, and even the major royal families dare not disobey them.
And Wang Jue is the most powerful person selected by the Angel Cult.
In the entire Western Region, there are only eight people who are worthy of the title Wang Jue.
And these three in front of me are the current three honorary leaders of the Holy Light Regiment.
Lord Dratch, Lord Murray, Lord White.
Bell never dreamed that his urgent call for help could actually summon the three princes!
This alone is a great honor!
Dratch glanced around. He noticed the large pool of blood on the ground, frowned slightly, and looked at Bell with a questioning look.
"Your Majesty, the situation is like this. About twenty minutes ago, we came here..."
Bell told the truth about the whole incident.
After listening to Bell's narration, the three princes looked at each other with different eyes.
"Where did the man you were talking about go?" Murray asked.
"After he dealt with Gary... he went towards the castle, and I never saw him again," Bell said.
"Gary was killed?" Murray looked at Bell with a strange look in his eyes and asked.
"Yes, to be precise, a lady killed him." Bell replied.
"Who?" Murray asked.
Bell glanced ahead.
Since he was surrounded by plains and his field of vision was empty, he quickly spotted Violet, who was two hundred meters away in the northeast and was checking the physical condition of his men.
"That's the lady." Bell pointed to the location of the violet and said.
"Is it her?" A hint of coldness flashed in Murray's eyes, but it quickly disappeared.
"Yes, Your Majesty," Bell replied respectfully.
"I want to see her and bring her to me," Murray said.
Bell immediately went in the direction of Violet.
Murray stood there, with a faint cold light in his eyes.
Drachi, who was standing next to him, smiled and said: "I would like to meet the man who easily killed the Dead Emperor."
"Me too." White said, "If the Undead Emperor is really as powerful as Bell said... then this man's strength must have reached the level of a king..."
"White, the king is not judged based on strength alone... In addition, I don't think that a mere undead has such strong strength. Bell's description is probably exaggerated due to fear." Murray glanced at White,
Said calmly.
White was noncommittal.
After a while, Bell brought Violet to the three princes.
I heard that it was Wang Jue who asked to meet, but Violet did not refuse and could not refuse.
In the Western Region, no one can refuse Wang Jue's request.
If he refuses, he will not only reject Wang Jue, but also be equivalent to rejecting the Angel Cult.
In this way, no matter how powerful it is, it will inevitably lead to a dead end.
Violet looked at the three princes in front of her, bowed and said: "Your Majesty."
"I have a question for you." Murray glanced at Violet with an indifferent look and said, "Did you kill Gary with your own hands?"
"...Yes." Violet replied.
A cold light flashed in Murray's eyes again, but he said nothing.
"Gary colluded with the Necrons and has become a sinner in the Western Region. Now if you kill him, it will be your lifelong glory." White said with a smile.
