Therefore, as long as there is no accident, as long as there is no big man in the upper class of the hundreds of races directly attacks Nagarjuna, no matter what his purpose is, it will definitely be achieved.

So, what is the purpose of this Nagarjuna monk? Did he really want to use the Buddhist technique of saving and achieve his pre-set conspiracy, just like Feng Ling was worried?

People who have never seen Meng Zhao’s monks who refine dragon trees have never seen them, so they naturally would not make decisions rashly, but they already had an idea in their minds. Even if they don’t get involved in this matter, they must pay more attention to this person.

After all, in terms of identity and position, the other party's Beitang royal family's origin and bloodline cannot be changed. Now the Beitang royal family is in turmoil, and Meng Zhao intends to seize the northern land and dominate the other side. If this old boy engages in conspiracy in the polar ice field and intends to sneak attack him from the rear, it is still a great threat.

Everything is planned and not planned, and it is a waste. There must be some precautions that should be taken.

In the end, Feng Ling still had the upper hand in reason and decided to give up the inheritance of the monk Nagarjuna and devote himself to the protection of the Tongshen Tie and the clan war that will arrive soon.

Afterwards, Meng Zhao's invisible and intangible soul left here with a breeze, floating almost between heaven and earth, wandering like this all night. When it was dawn, Meng Zhao's soul returned to the spiritual platform. Not only did he feel tired, but he was full of energy, energetic and energetic.

"This method is indeed powerful. Unfortunately, it lacks the four-ear magical powers of the Tingtian clan. It cannot be fully utilized, and it is still impossible to cross the borders."

Meng Zhao was very satisfied with this method that was integrated into the wind, which brought him a completely different feeling to his practice than before.

In the past, his soul was entrusted with the way of heaven. When his soul left his body and wandered in the world, it was a sense of harmony and incompleteness. His whole person and the way of heaven were integrated into one, feeling a huge potential power that could directly kill anyone in the world. He comprehended the way of heaven and referred to his own martial arts, so as to avoid being directly crushed by the huge power of the way of heaven.

If you use one word to describe it, you will be in a situation where you are in a situation, whether it is good or bad, you will fully understand it.

The method of the soul that escaped into the wind last night and drifted between heaven and earth with the wind was another feeling.

Without harmony, it is not about placing the way of heaven, but about observing and observing the way of heaven from a brand new, third-party perspective. Without the huge squeeze brought by the power of heaven, it is a kind of leisurely and contentment.

If you use one word to describe it, you are outside the situation and look at the situation, and you have a third party's perspective.

His understanding of the way of heaven is absolutely not as profound as the soul directly escapes into the way of heaven. The spiritual sense that can be felt, felt, and stimulated from another perspective is something the former cannot do in any way.

If we use another word to describe this method, Meng Zhao thinks that the word "fresh" generally makes sense.

In martial arts practice, there are so-called from traditional to simple, and there are so-called from simple to traditional.

The latter is constantly studying an extremely familiar path, but being able to understand new styles from it.

The former is to constantly learn fresh martial arts to learn more and broader worlds, and thus sublimate and ultimately turn them into one's own way.

Therefore, the word "fresh" can be regarded as a process of mixing hundreds of schools of thought in martial arts.

When it was dawn, Meng Zhao had finished breathing purple air, and felt relieved, so he got up to wash.

Then I saw a very pretty girl walking into the house with a food box.

Judging from this girl's appearance, she looks similar to the twelve or thirteen years old in the human race. Her skin is white, and the four ears on both sides of her head not only have no sense of terror, but she looks cute.

Meng Zhao could see that this girl should be the child of this great figure in the Tingtian Tribe, and might even be the direct descendant of Feng Ling. Her bloodline qualifications and martial arts cultivation are also very good, at least at this age, she is quite good.

At this time, he came to him with a food box, obviously with an idea. Perhaps he was given guidance and wanted to get some benefits from him?

After all, Meng Zhao has a great cultivation level and is a master of martial arts. If a little thing flows out of his fingers, he can make the little girl's stomach full.

This is an absolute fat man.

Meng Zhao took the food box and saw that there were six or seven small plates filled with special meat naan, baked buns, bamboo shoots and other side dishes.

From the perspective of Shenzhou Pass, the power, status, wealth, and such breakfast are even more shabby.

However, this place is different from the place within the pass, with scarce resources and a harsh environment, so even such a shabby breakfast is actually the best in the huge Tingtian Tribe.

It’s no wonder that the hundreds of tribes kept clamoring to fight back to the land within the pass and return to the ancient times when hundreds of tribes competed for hegemony. There was a big gap.

His grandmother, a big man in the hundreds of tribes, has great cultivation and unlimited power, but his quality of life is not as good as that of a little rich man in the land of Shenzhou Pass. How could he be willing to do so?

Therefore, there is still a problem with resource allocation. The Hundred Tribes are not little Karami. They have strength, background, and even background. They must try every means to pull the human race down from the position of overlord. Maybe they can tear off a piece of meat. At that time, the entire Hundred Tribes will benefit from it.

Meng Zhao was just a little stunned, and then tasted the side dishes. Not to mention, the taste was not good, but it was very fresh, so naturally it could not be bad.

It didn't take long for Meng Zhao to eat the breakfast in the food box upside down, slightly satisfying the freshness of his taste buds.

Then he looked at the girl who had been waiting carefully by the side, and said,

"Tell me, what do you want from me?"

The girl was stunned, never thinking that she had said nothing, but Meng Zhao made it clear and seemed a little nervous.

Immediately, she realized that this might be an opportunity for her.

A blush appeared on the girl's snow-white face, her eyes were like waves, and her eyes were like black gems, and she said,

"Mr. Meng, I, I want to ask you to give me some advice on martial arts. I, I want to be the strongest person in the acquired realm. I, I want to defeat the person who came to the clan to fight. I, I, I want to fight on behalf of the clan. Please help me!"

The girl said something a little confused, without any end. If Meng Zhao hadn't eavesdropped on what Feng Ling said last night, she might have been confused.

But he now knows the girl's meaning very well.

Clan battles, that is, the Lan clan will soon come to challenge and make an appointment with a fight, so as to decide the ownership of the Tongshen Tie.

However, Meng Zhao was a little surprised that the clan battle was indeed three wins in five games earlier, but later it was changed to two wins in three games, with high-level warriors fighting.
Chapter completed!