"Who is the spiritual power quota, the elite quota?"
Wang Tiezhu asked suddenly, seemingly not caring about the threat from the long-haired man.
"snort!"
The long-haired man snorted coldly, "Boy, don't pry into things you shouldn't know, otherwise you won't know how you died!"
Wang Tiezhu shrugged his shoulders and said helplessly, "Forget it, since you don't want to tell me, then I won't force it. Anyway, I will challenge him, and he can't refuse."
With that said, he turned around and went directly to receive his spiritual power quota.
The long-haired man looked at Wang Tiezhu's back and sneered: "Boy, some people just don't know how to appreciate praise. If you dare to accept it, I will let you die!"
"snort!"
Wang Tiezhu sneered when he heard this. He glanced disdainfully at the young man in front of him and said contemptuously: "He's just a frog in the well. He really takes himself seriously. If it weren't for the fact that we are all destitute people in the world,
When you make your first provocation to me again, I have already destroyed you!"
"you!"
When the young man heard Wang Tiezhu insulting him like this, his face turned red with anger: "Boy, don't think that just because you have Feijian, you can be arrogant in front of me. I tell you, you are no match for me at all! I advise you to be the best."
Be wise, in this world, magic weapons cannot be used!"
"Ah!"
Wang Tiezhu looked at the arrogant young man and raised a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth: "Not your opponent? You are just a frog in the well, and you still want to stand side by side with the mountains?"
"court death!"
Hearing this, the young man shouted angrily, and then he raised his legs and rushed towards Wang Tiezhu. He punched out with both fists, causing gusts of wind and thunder.
"Hmph! A little trick!"
Wang Tiezhu snorted coldly, standing straight on the spot without dodging or dodging, allowing the opponent to attack. At this moment, Wang Tiezhu suddenly raised his right foot and kicked the young man hard on the chest.
"Bang!" sounded, and the young man's body immediately flew out and hit the ground hard.
"Plop!"
The young man fell to the ground hard, vomiting blood immediately, and looked at Wang Tiezhu in front of him with horror in his eyes: "How is it possible? You... you... are so powerful, how is it possible?"
"You are too weak!"
Wang Tiezhu glanced at the young man with disdain and said disdainfully. Then he looked at the people in front of him and asked lightly: "You all have seen it clearly! Am I far stronger than him?"
"Uh-huh!"
Everyone nodded quickly.
"So can I get a spiritual quota?"
Wang Tiezhu asked as he looked at everyone.
"certainly!"
Everyone nodded, with cold sweat on their foreheads.
Wang Tiezhu snorted coldly and went directly to receive his spiritual power quota.
…
At this time, the long-haired man who had been taught a lesson by Wang Tiezhu came to a cave.
A sturdy Western man walked out of the cave.
The long-haired man greeted him respectfully and said: "Senior Morse, the boy you asked me to pay attention to, he really chose the spiritual challenge!"
"Oh? Are you sure?"
Morse asked with a deep frown.
The long-haired man nodded and said: "It's absolutely true. He wanted to make a choice, and I stopped him. I thought he was an ordinary person! But when I fought with him, I was no match for him. I am just like Senior Morse.
, which focuses on physical training.”
"Haha... It's normal that you are not his opponent. You can use the super speed of the flying sword to break through the Dahei Mountain. If you only have high mental power, it is abnormal!"
"Then... what should I do? This person is so powerful that I am no match for him."
The long-haired man said anxiously.
"Don't worry! I will handle this matter, you go down!"
Morse said calmly.
"yes."
The long-haired man agreed respectfully.
Morse returns to the cave.
Soon, a group of Western monks gathered in the cave.
"What is this kid's identity? He actually has such strength!"
An old man looked at Morse, his eyes full of complex expressions, and murmured to himself: "He can drive such a powerful flying sword, and his mental strength should not be underestimated!"
"No matter what his identity is, he cannot be the opponent of the Holy Son in terms of spiritual power competition. After all, he is the Holy Son of our Holy See. When he was born, he was blessed by the Holy Technique from the leader outside the territory!"
Next to the old man, a middle-aged man who looked thin but exuded coercion looked into the distance, was silent for a moment, and then said slowly.
"That's right!"
Others nodded in agreement after hearing this: "That's right! We will never allow anyone to destroy the Holy Son's plan to break through the barrier! Not allowed!"
"Whoever destroys the future of the Holy Son, we will destroy him!"
Morse looked into the distance and said firmly.
"Our mission is to protect the Holy Son all the way through the barrier, and there is no room for error. If this kid's mental strength really threatens the Holy Son, then he will be the person we must kill!"
The old man said: "If there is no chance, even if there is a 100% chance, it is impossible to let him continue to live, we must get rid of him!"
"However, that Jiang Yun is very strong and wants to protect him, so it's hard to do anything!"
The young man frowned and whispered!
"Um!"
Morse nodded heavily, then looked at the old man with a solemn look in his eyes: "So, what should we do next?"
The old man frowned slightly when he heard this: "It doesn't matter! If you kill him, kill him. If he wants to fight, fight with him. Even if both sides suffer, we must ensure that the Holy Son's path to advancement is unobstructed!"
"That's right!"
The young man looked at Morse and said: "We must kill him. If he can use the flying sword to that extent, even if it is because of some secret skills, his mental power may pose a great threat to the Holy Son!"
"Okay! I'll make arrangements right away!"
Morse said.
"No, do it yourself!"
The old man and the middle-aged man said in unison.
"good!"
Morse said directly.
…
With the quota in hand, Wang Tiezhu rushed to the cave, mainly to discuss with Jiang Yuan whether to directly challenge the elite quota, or to try out the ordinary quota in the small secret realm first, and find out if there was any difference between the two.
But when he reached the intersection, he ran into trouble.
What appears here is not some beast, but a group of people.
These people are all Western monks. They are tall and fierce-looking. They hold weapons in their hands. You can tell at a glance that they are coming with bad intentions.
Wang Tiezhu stopped at the mountainside. He was not in a hurry to take action, but carefully observed the opponent's situation.
There were about twenty or thirty people in that group, and all of them were strong in the real realm. Among them was a strong man in the middle stage of the real realm, and the rest were all in the early stage of the real realm.
Wang Tiezhu has faced such a lineup more than once.
Although there are many restrictions in this world, flying swords cannot be used, but physical strength can be used at will. Even if you can't defeat, you should have no problem escaping.
However, Wang Tiezhu was not willing to run away, he still had some confidence.
Moreover, he wanted to find out what the other party's purpose was?
Are you so afraid of getting your spiritual quota?
