"I really don't know where you get your confidence. A bunch of scumbags with poor academic skills still dare to call themselves wizards?"
Although Sun Zuojun didn't understand Ivan Qiao's intention, he still seized the opportunity to mock him with words.
This is perhaps the biggest pain for all self-cultivation people in Southeast Asia.
Since the last wizard in India disappeared three hundred years ago, Southeast Asia and South Asia seem to have suddenly lost their inheritance, and no cultivation genius has appeared again.
In India, South Asia, Solomon controls nearly the entire country's cultivation resources, and four-a level powers have always existed.
During the worst time in Southeast Asia, the eleven countries combined did not even have triple-A practitioners.
Until a hundred years ago, the Southeast Asia Regional Cultivation Alliance could no longer stand being secretly called a magic stick, and held a Cultivation Resource Integration Conference.
The Cultivation Alliance integrated resources, and an Indonesian child prodigy accidentally found a shortcut in the ancient inherited exercises and broke through to the fourth-a level in one fell swoop.
It's just that his ability to reach Level 4A by relying on shortcuts is far inferior to those of the same level in China and India's Solomons in actual combat.
To use a joke from practitioners from other countries, a new level has emerged in the spiritual world, called three-a-and-a-half, jokingly called pseudo-four-a level.
But this is undoubtedly a hope for a country that has not seen a wizard level in nearly three hundred years.
Also in order to revitalize the cultivator's status in his country and the alliance, he had to start a plan to quickly create a god.
Over the past few decades, a large number of triple-A level mages and monks have emerged.
But the drawbacks of quickly creating a god soon became apparent.
The Alliance's style of looking only at cultivation talent and not character, while cultivating a large number of practitioners with outstanding combat capabilities, also made great contributions to the later evil cultivating organizations.
A hundred years ago, the Cultivation Alliance was finally disbanded and reorganized, and monks who upheld justice established a new alliance.
A powerful person with level 4A is called an Archmage, and those with level 4A or below are collectively called mages.
But another group of evil cultivators who committed no evil and lawlessness did not form an alliance again.
Most of the four-a level powerful men chose to found a sect, which later became a cult.
There are also some people who have good relationships in private and have formed interest groups, using the name of mage to solve problems for various business groups.
To put it bluntly, these people are the high-level thugs of the business group. As long as they can afford the price, there is nothing they dare not do.
There was a time when cult organizations were developing rapidly, and many cult members even overshadowed the new spiritual alliances.
Later, for unknown reasons, the cult no longer called itself mages, but called itself wizards and witches according to their levels.
"Little Chujiu, if you were placed in such a small place, you might be able to become a great witch."
After Wanran explained to us the group of so-called wizards across the street, he teased Chujiu that he could have countless beauties and money in another place.
Chujiu curled his lips, he didn't care about the beauty himself, if he let his uncle go, he would definitely be happy.
The words hit the wizard opposite. Sun Zuojun, who was blushing and proud, suddenly felt a chill on his back.
Well, you little junior, let’s settle this account slowly.
"Old waste, why don't you say anything? Don't say that my great country has no grace. You choose the content of the fight, and we will take it all!"
The leading wizard on the opposite side was mocked by Sun Zuojun and pointed at Sun Zuojun without saying anything for a long time.
"You're so old that you can't speak clearly. You're having a heart attack in the middle of nowhere. I don't have a quick-acting heart-saving pill for you, an old loser."
Sun Zuojun pointed at the leading wizard, "It's up to you. It's up to us to fight in the first game."
"What? Are you even afraid of an injured old man?"
Sun Zuojun lowered his head and said to himself, "This kind of trash is in a hurry to go home, so why not just bury him here? The mountains are beautiful and the scenery is beautiful."
"Okay! Let me compete with you! I will make your life worse than death."
The leading wizard had red eyes, pointed at Sun Zuojun and trembled for a while, and finally had a chance to speak.
Chujiu curled his lips, suspecting that it was the old man across from him who used vicious methods to block Sun Zuojun's magic power.
"Daughter-in-law, please take them two back. I want to see what this old loser is really capable of."
Wan Ran raised his head and glanced at the slightly bright sky, turned the hilt of the sword in his hand, and chuckled.
"If you lose, I will personally teach you again. This time I will definitely try my best."
Sun Zuojun had a sneer on his face. How could he lose? I promise he won't lose.
Chu Jiu saw that Sun Zuojun was acting completely different from the other two, and asked Wanran in a low voice if his uncle had really never seen the power of her long sword.
Wan Ran pointed to a huge rock two meters behind us. The rock was smooth and just perfect for sitting and watching the show.
Suddenly Wan Ran said that it would definitely ensure our comfort. I wasn't worried at all. Watching the theater from such a distance, I was considered a VIP among the VIPs.
"I only mastered the previous move three years ago. Your uncle and I haven't seen each other for four years."
Just as Wan Ran was saying that she, like Sun Zuojun, relied on spiritual energy to apply martial arts three years ago, a gunshot was heard from deep in the canyon.
Wan Ran stared at the depths of the canyon and wondered why it was so foggy.
Perhaps seeing my worried look, Wan Ran chuckled, "Don't worry, there must be nothing wrong with the two soldiers and Xiao Jiang."
At this time, the enemy's leading wizard had walked out of the stone forest and stood in front of Sun Zuojun, keeping a distance of ten meters between the two.
The leading wizard sat cross-legged on the ground, took out a white cloth strip from his pocket and tied it around his head.
Sun Zuojun did not forget to seize the opportunity to make fun of him. Instead of imitating the good guys, he actually imitated the group of refugees from the island country who everywhere recognized their godfather.
"Old waste, you haven't said yet what exactly are we fighting for?"
The leading wizard ignored Sun Zuojun and took out an incense burner and a dagger from the cloth bag thrown aside.
The leading wizard opened the incense burner, put a bone of an unknown animal inside, and then stabbed himself in the heart with a dagger.
Blood began to ooze out from the center of the wizard's eyebrows. The blood flowed down the bridge of his nose and the corners of his mouth to his chin, and dripped from his chin into the incense burner.
The wizard stretched out his hands to both sides of his body, palms facing up, closed his eyes and shook his head as he began to sing an obscure melody.
After I started chanting, the wizard's eyebrows started to stop bleeding. I turned around and saw Chujiu staring at the wizard with red eyes.
"Guo Guo, what he just threw into the incense burner were baby bones."
An unknown fire suddenly arose in my heart, and I prayed that Sun Zuojun's men would not show mercy.
Looking at Sun Zuojun's profile and his clenched fists hands behind his back, I knew that he was equally furious at this moment.
The incense burner in front of the wizard began to emit a faint black smoke.
The smoke gathered into a skull above the incense burner and floated towards Sun Zuojun.
A disdainful mockery appeared on Sun Zuojun's lips, and he slowly closed his eyes, letting the clothes on his body move without any wind.