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277 When Will I Be the Master of the House?

 The battle between Nascent Soul monks, the aftermath of the battle alone is enough to shake the entire world.

The commotion that occurred was like a natural disaster!

Obviously, the war that broke out between Dachang Kingdom and Xuanming Kingdom was just an illusion if the Yuanying monks did not take action.

It's not like they didn't take action.

They are just at different levels and on different battlefields.

Dozens of miles away, there were many strange phenomena happening in the sky and the earth, but the sky never darkened.

The shaking on the ground also never stopped.

Li Pingfeng and several others came out of the tent one after another with solemn expressions.

Including Yang Bin, other players also walked out of the military tent one after another.

This place is close to the battlefield and is not a safe place. Almost all players have chosen to sleep in the world of living beings.

After coming out, the players neither dared to make a loud noise nor move around randomly, because not long ago, some soldiers who were in panic in this military camp and yelling in the military camp were ordered to do so by the military judge.

He was rectified on the spot.

These military judges all have innate high-level strength and are extremely ruthless. They kill people when they are told. Ordinary soldiers are no match for them at all. They have almost no power to resist against them.

Fortunately, the players in this group led by Xiao Zhi were relatively calm and no one was killed.

After almost 2 minutes [Biquge www.xbqg5200.me], the distant vision gradually dissipated, and the ground returned to calm and stopped shaking.

Another ten seconds passed before several floating Golden Core Realm monks descended from mid-air.

They looked calm and had no visible expressions.

"Let's each return to camp and rest, waiting for tomorrow's battle." The majestic voice of the coach Fuchen Zhenren rang in everyone's ears.

In Xiao Zhi's tent, Duan Yi sat down on the blanket and asked in a low voice: "Brother Zhi, what did you see?"

Xiao Zhi stood on the arrow tower and watched for a while.

He was not a Taoist monk, but he did not have the courage to jump up to the arrow tower to watch, so he could only stay on the ground, and his eyes were really dark.

Li Pingfeng and Xie Ke also looked at Xiao Zhi.

Even Yang Bin from the sentient group opened the tent door at this time, got in, and looked at Xiao Zhi with piercing eyes.

Xiao Zhi glanced at them and said softly: "There are Yuanying realm monks fighting, not one, but many. As for how many there are, I don't know."

"Brother Zhi, weren't you standing on that arrow tower and watching for a long time? I see your eyes are shining, you must have used that 'Sky Eye' magical power." Xie Ke said.

Xiao Zhi glanced at him, snorted and said, "I stood looking for a long time, but I'm blind."

"What?" Everyone was confused.

Xiao Zhi smiled bitterly and said: "I'm blind, I can't see anything clearly at all. Those Nascent Soul monks are dozens of miles away from us, and the battle is with the Nascent Soul realm. I used my 'Sky Eye' to

The supernatural power can vaguely see some things. Confirming that these are several Nascent Soul Realm monks fighting is already the limit, okay? Those few Jindan Realm great monks should be able to see something clearly, but it seems that they

I didn’t intend to say it out loud.”

Li Pingfeng sighed softly: "This is the sorrow of the weak."

Everyone was silent when they heard this.

Even Xiao Zhi was quite touched by this. He was a martial arts cultivator in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment, and his strength was much stronger than those like Li Pingfeng. However, he was also pitifully weak in front of those great monks in the Nascent Soul Realm.

"I don't know how long it will take before we players can take charge of the Dachang Kingdom. The current situation... is really frustrating." Duan Yi muttered.

In this world of living beings, strength is king. Without strength, there is no right to speak.

In the world where Xiao Zhi and the others are located, although there are many players who have entered the world of sentient beings, they are all very weak. Even Xiao Zhi, who is recognized as the number one among the players, is only in the middle stage of foundation building, not to mention deciding the direction of a war.

Well, in the military discussion, a monk in the foundation building stage like him is not even qualified to speak.

Yang Bin said in a deep voice: "Being in charge? Don't worry, there will be a day when our players' cultivation speed will be dozens or hundreds of times that of these aborigines. As long as it takes another year and a half, the accumulated strength among our players will

There are more monks in the Basic Stage, and some have even become great monks in the Golden Core Realm. We players should be able to have a certain say in this Dachang Kingdom."

When he said this, Yang Bin glanced at Xiao Zhi: "Xiao Zhi, you have to work hard and become a golden elixir realm monk as soon as possible. If we players have golden elixir realm monks, we will be able to have more or less golden elixir realm monks in Dachang Kingdom."

The right to speak and decide.”

Hearing this, Xiao Zhi rubbed his temples with his hands and said, "I'll try my best, but we players really want to gain power in Dachang during this national war. Just having Golden Core monks is definitely not enough."

Yes, there must be Nascent Soul Realm monks, and there must be many of them, so let’s work together.”

Everyone who was awakened by this incident had little sleepiness.

After chatting for a while, everyone started practicing.

After Yang Bin entered Xiao Zhi's camp, he refused to leave. What could Xiao Zhi do? He couldn't drive him out, right?

Fortunately, everyone was very sensible during the practice and knew that Xiao Zhi, a monk in the foundation building stage, needed a quiet environment to practice, so everyone just practiced silently, and no one spoke to disturb his practice.

Before I knew it, it was early morning.

The melodious horn sounded.

The army of Dachang Kingdom began to assemble in the open space outside the military camp.

Xiao Zhi put on his armor, opened the tent door, and was about to go out. Yang Bin quickly walked a few steps and came to his side, saying: "The news from the sentient beings group tells us that when we go to war later, it is best not to gather together."

Together, it’s best to spread out.”

Xiao Zhi was a little confused: "How to say?"

Yang Bin said: "When we players go to the battlefield, even if we are fully armored, in the eyes of the enemy players, we will still have a very obvious red light. It is better to spread out. If we gather together, we are likely to be attacked by the enemy."

Players in the realm will be served in one pot!

Yesterday, more than 30 of our players gathered together and were wiped out in one blow by a Taoist spiritual cultivator from the enemy country."

Xiao Zhi couldn't help but frowned when he heard this.

Martial arts are good at close combat, while spiritual cultivation is good at distance attacks and group attacks.

It would be difficult for a martial artist like him to kill dozens of warrior players with one blow.

It is not difficult to achieve this in spiritual practice.

Xiao Zhi said in a deep voice: "Among the enemy players, how many Dao realm players are there?"

Yang Bin said: "The battlefield is relatively chaotic. Among the enemy players, it is unclear how many Dao players are participating in the battle. However, according to our people's investigation, the number should be no less than three."

"Three..." Xiao Zhi murmured, the enemy players are really strong enough.

Not long ago, two Taoist monks died. In this battle, at least three Taoist monks participated.


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