Between Zhonghuan City and Xiahuan City.

The space belongs to the realm, and the code is to sit cross-legged and close your eyes.

Bandages stretched out throughout his body, as if he was absorbing strength from the void and constantly practicing.

The law of the universe, the law of practice - uncrowned feathers with quantity!

"Thinking about three million years, how many years have you wasted on the rise to the lower realm master with a royal-level celestial body?"

The code words are thought in my mind.

"finally!"

"After all, we're about to advance to the middle position!"

The code words sighed softly.

The celestial class, the king-level and the emperor-level, breaking into the main level, is the lower-level king-level master.

If he can practice hard, practice quietly, and survive to the emperor-level heaven and earth, and break through the main level of the realm, he will be in the middle position.

Sighing the past.

Regret once.

Even the Lord of the Realm has regrets.

"but."

A smile ripped up at the corner of his mouth:

"In another hundred years, it will be no problem to advance to the central realm master! Then leave Zhonghuan City and fight against the Immortals, even if they die, they will be willing!"

Thinking of the severe situation of Huanyu Pavilion, I sighed softly in my heart.

Indeed, a middle-level realm master is far superior to the lower-level realm master.

But what is the use?

What they faced with is not just some real immortals.

"According to records, the territory of Monbi has been destroyed for more than 10 billion years. The eighth immortal slaughter is extinct, which should be soon."

A secret smile: "After the eighth time is finished, the ninth time--"

"well."

Somehow, after sighing, he thought of Fang Cheng.

"Fang Cheng, you are the unprecedented celestial class, you are the first genius to create the world. Maybe you can-"

Codewords are making unrealistic considerations.

A voice that sounded respectful but actually arrogant, rang out: "Master Code Words, ninety-seven people have returned."

Code Yu raised his eyelids and glanced at the arrogant young man who was talking.

A strong young man wearing a blood-colored battle robe and five meters tall was a fire-born martial artist, Bu Yu.

When he stood, he was like magma solidified, and the flames rippled, sweeping around him.

His eyes were like a volcano in the sky, with flames hidden in all directions.

"Boyu."

The eyes of the code words moved, and the eyes were full of deep meaning, and they chuckled.

Ten years ago, being defeated by Fang Cheng in the space domain mirror became the first interesting thing in a thousand years that the king was defeated.

In the eyes of the Lord of the Realm, this is just an interesting thing.

The only thing that attracted the attention of Code Words was that Venerable Fang Cheng, who defeated Buyu, started the invincible path from that battle.

Truly invincible.

Even if the codeword is at the limit of the lower realm master and is sure to advance to the middle realm master, I dare not say that I can beat Fang Cheng.

According to the code word estimate, Fang Cheng at least has the power to surpass the lower realm master.

As for whether to reach the middle level, it remains to be considered.

"Master Code Words, there are still three people who have not returned. Do we still need to wait?" Bu Yugu bowed slightly and said respectfully.

"kindness."

The code words gently closed their eyes: "Wait."

He was too lazy to pay attention to Bu Yu's fault. Even if he was a super emperor, what could he do?

Three million years, the world lord has died, and has seen and heard many secret words, just a transcendent emperor.

After all, it's just a genius.

Bang bang.

The bandages around the body gradually loosen and continue to stretch.

"The uncrowned feather has a great effect, but it's a pity that my own talent is still a little worse after all." The secret words were sad and regretful.

If you have one-tenth of Venerable Fang Cheng’s talent, not to mention the strongest realm master, at least the high-level realm master, or even the top realm master, it should not be a problem.

"call."

Bu Yu gave a light breath and stood in the void.

They are the reserve guards of this year and are conducting mission assessments, which has taken more than a day.

Bu Yu was a little anxious.

He couldn't wait to go to Zhonghuan City because there was Fang Cheng there.

At the most dazzling and prosperous time of his life, Fang Cheng defeated him, smashed all his pride, and broke all his dignity.

And now-

Bu Yu's eyes suddenly opened and looked up at Zhonghuan City above.

"Fang Cheng! I'm afraid you would never have imagined it! In the ten years of Xiahuancheng, I not only did not waste my time, but was listed in the realm of the emperor!"

Bu Yu sneered in his heart.

How rare is the emperor?

It is said that there are only thirty or forty people in Zhonghuan City.

"Um?"

Bu Yu glanced coldly, and all the geniuses were silent wherever they looked, and they lowered their heads slightly to show their respect.

In this reservist selection battle, there was only Bu Yu, the emperor.

The fault is severe and there is no kingly genius.

"Haha, Fang Cheng!"

Bu Yu's face was calm, he sat cross-legged and began to practice.

Only he knows his suffering in ten years.

Day and night, day and night, like crazy, practicing hard and tempering yourself.

Looking back, Bu Yu was a little cooperative with him.

If the life level has not reached the celestial level, it is difficult to practice for a long time, because the nervous system will collapse if it cannot receive external signals.

Unless you have a firm will you be able to practice hard for ten years.

"Ten years! Don't ask for a stunning spell, just crush it to achieve success!" Bu Yu's heart was trembling and burning.

Passionate blood.

High fighting spirit.

He can't wait!

"Ten years are a turn of heaven and earth! It is a ten-year agreement! Fang Cheng, I'm afraid you never thought that I have been included in the realm of the emperor."

Bu Yu's heart was filled with a surging passion.

"hey-hey."

"What would you express when you see me in Zhonghuan City?"

"Ten years later, it's not as good as me. What's your expression?"

Bu Yu licked the corner of his mouth, and his body became a little excited because of his excitement, and he could no longer suppress his ambition to burn in his heart!

Buzz!

Buzz! Buzz!

The space magic circle is running, and the 98th person returns.

Jianyu opened his eyes lightly: "The remaining two people have their own arrangements. You wait and go to Zhonghuan City."
To be continued...