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Chapter 442 Enter

In the eyes of the people around him, a ray of light suddenly flashed from the hands of the seven or eight-year-old child who was attacked. The stocky young man who attacked him didn't even have the ability to resist, and his hands and head were cut off.

Blood everywhere.

The skinny monkey-like young man looked at Tang Xuanming with a ghostly look and screamed backwards.

"Ahhhh..."

He didn't even dare to take action for his dead friend. The short and sturdy young man's head rolled twice on the ground, and rolled almost to death at the feet of the skinny monkey-like young man. He looked at the pair of eyes with greed and confusion, but

With deathly gray eyes without fear or despair, the young man screamed and ran crazily away from Tang Xuanming.

Tang Xuanming didn't pay any attention to it. With a tap of his right foot, a sharp blade flew hundreds of meters next to the short and sturdy young man who fell to the ground.

A scream came from a distance, which made many people feel chilly.

"You are so vicious at such a young age."

Such an idea has crossed many people's minds, but no one has spoken.

Tang Xuanmin, who looks only seven or eight years old, has subverted many of their ideas, and they no longer dare to make casual comments or pointers.

Facing the surprised gazes of a group of people, Tang Xuanming stood in front of the gate of Butian Pavilion again, with a faint hint of gold in his eyes.

Countless rays of light shone in front of him, and the runes transformed and twisted one after another.

"What does he want to do?"

"I really don't think that with his little strength, Butian Pavilion can't do anything to him!"

"Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers. They even dare to tease the tiger's beard in Butian Pavilion."

Even though he had been greatly shocked by Tang Xuanming before, for this group of people who had been wandering outside Butian Pavilion all year round and claimed to be well-informed, Tang Xuanming was not earth-shattering.

Many people have seen that Tang Xuanming's strength is only in the realm of cave heaven. Although it is amazing enough at his age, compared with the endless world of the wilderness and the vast number of geniuses, it can only be said to be outstanding, but it is not truly outstanding.

A leading figure.

"Who does he think he is? The one who is born supreme and has double eyes from the Stone Kingdom?"

"He thinks that with his current strength, he can roam the wilderness and even provoke a holy land that has been established for eternity?"

A group of people ridiculed with disdain.

Tang Xuan clearly turned a deaf ear to their words. He was completely immersed in the countless runes in front of him.

One layer after another of ancient texts flowed in his eyes, and countless pieces of information were quickly processed and reorganized by him.

"found it!"

The black and white light continued to shine, and Tang Xuanming suddenly showed a hint of joy on his face, and his right hand moved flatly into the void.

The brightest white light among the endless runes was struck by him.

"Hey, it's true that he is just pretending to be a ghost and trying to please others..."

A young man laughed in a low voice without concealing it. Before he finished speaking, his eyes suddenly widened and he couldn't help but rub them twice.

Just now, with everyone watching, the young man who was in a daze in front of the Butian Pavilion suddenly disappeared.

"This is……"

His eyes widened, looking at the still empty ground, and he was speechless.

"He went in, he went into Butian Pavilion."

An uncontrollable voice sounded in everyone's ears.

A gray-haired old man was well-informed and saw what had just happened.

"That child forcibly relied on his understanding of bone patterns to break through the blockade of Butian Pavilion's gate..."

This sentence immediately caused an uproar among the crowd. A large number of people gathered in front of the gate, looking left and right, trying to find a way to enter Butian Pavilion.

It was a legendary holy land with unimaginably powerful characters.

The old man took a look at the many figures who were like clowns, showing off all aspects of life, shook his head and sighed: "I've lost my sight. I didn't expect that there would be top geniuses coming to Butian Pavilion at this time."



In Butian Pavilion, Tang Xuanming suddenly appeared from the sky. Before he could take in the surroundings, he felt the back of his neck tighten, and a deep and deep voice sounded in his ears.

"Where does this guy come from? How dare he break into Butian Pavilion... Hey, he's actually a little guy?"

Tang Xuanming was held by his neck with one hand and turned around. What he saw in front of his eyes was a large black fur. After looking at it carefully, he realized that in front of him was a middle-aged man with a rough face.

At this moment, the anger on the middle-aged man's face quickly turned into surprise.

He stared at Tang Xuanming carefully for a long time, and the smile on his lips grew bigger and bigger.

After a moment, he suddenly came to his senses and put Tang Xuanming, who was being carried by him, gently in his hand. He said to Tang Xuanming in a suppressed and gentle but still rough tone: "You walked in by yourself from the outside.

of?"

Tang Xuanming nodded, not modest at all.

At this age, he has the confidence to beat everyone in the younger generation, and he can challenge anyone in terms of talent and talent.

"After all, I'm still a loser. Even Shi Yi, the man with double eyes, and even Emperor Huangtian, if they want to compete with me at this period, they have to think carefully."

Tang Xuanming's confidence in the wilderness was explosive.

From what he knew, the wilderness could only reach the realm of the venerable at most, but not the realm of the gods.

God can be called the strongest person in this world, and he was once a god. In terms of knowledge and cultivation, he was not inferior to anyone.

The middle-aged man's smile became gentler: "Are you willing to become my teacher?"

Before Tang Xuanming could answer, he was busy adding weights.

"I can teach you the most powerful magic in Butian Pavilion, and I can even take you to the Holy Academy to get the supreme magic passed down by the founder of Butian Pavilion."

Tang Xuanming raised his eyebrows and pouted deliberately: "Who are you? I want to worship the strongest person in the world as my master. If you can't be the strongest, I don't want it. You are the strongest person in the world.

?"

The middle-aged man's face twitched, and he was embarrassed to admit that he was the strongest person in this world.

He didn't feel that Tang Xuanming's wanton behavior was too much, and instead smiled.

"I dare not say that I am the strongest person in this world, but in this holy land, I am still one of the best. I..."

"Then I don't want it!"

The smile on the middle-aged man's face suddenly froze. He looked at Tang Xuanming carefully, took a deep breath, and calmed down before saying: "First, follow me to the courtyard where the disciples of Butian Pavilion practice. You have the ability."

If you break open the door of Butian Pavilion on your own, you will be qualified to become a disciple of Butian Pavilion."

The bamboo forest is abundant and full of spiritual energy, turning into clouds of white mist. Among the mountains and forests, ancient medicines grow randomly one after another. On the mountainside, a single thatched house is looming.

"This is your next residence. You can rest here for a while and then wait for our arrangements."

The middle-aged man with beard and hair like steel needles disappeared in a flash, and Tang Xuanming didn't take it seriously.

He closed his eyes intoxicated, wantonly absorbing the essence that was far richer than in the wilderness, and sighed: "Finally we are on the right track."


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