"Yes, there is no grass anywhere in the world. Brother Jian, you need to let it go!"
Lu Ming patted Jian Feiliu's shoulder and said nothing more.
It is difficult for outsiders to help with this kind of thing, and you need to face it yourself.
Afterwards, everyone went back to their rooms.
Now, there are still twenty days until the Battle of the Heavenly Kings List officially begins.
Lu Ming wants to improve his strength as soon as possible in these twenty days.
The six ancient aristocratic families practice god-level techniques, and the prodigies among them have absolutely terrifying fighting prowess.
Lu Ming himself has also practiced god-level skills and the True Dragon Fighting Technique, and is well aware of the horror of god-level skills.
The True Dragon Fighting Technique, which can cultivate ten times the true energy, has always been the foundation of Lu Ming's strong combat power.
Then, the same god-level technique is absolutely terrifying.
The battle on the Heavenly King List will definitely be particularly brutal.
Lu Ming entered the Supreme Temple, sat cross-legged in front of the ancient tree of Enlightenment, took out a piece of Earth Mystery Crystal, and began to practice.
Since Jiuyang Supreme appeared last time and chatted with Lian Cang for a while, he returned to the Supreme Temple and fell into a deep sleep.
Click!
After crushing the earth's secret crystal, fine threads of artistic conception spread all over Lu Ming's body.
This fast secret crystal is a middle-grade earth secret crystal.
In the blink of an eye, more than a day has passed. Lu Ming has raised the artistic conception of the earth to the peak of the first-level minor achievement, one step away from reaching the great achievement.
At this time, Lu Ming felt a bottleneck.
The artistic conception of the earth actually encountered a bottleneck in the level one achievement. Like several other artistic conceptions, Lu Ming only reached the bottleneck after cultivating to the level one limit in one go.
The artistic conception of the earth is indeed a special artistic conception, and cannot be compared with the nine common artistic conceptions.
Now that he encountered a bottleneck, Lu Ming stopped practicing and planned to take a walk outside.
He opened the door and walked out, only to see a figure disappear in a flash and head outside.
"Brother Jian!"
Lu Ming's eyes moved.
The figure just now was Jian Feiliu. It was already night now, and Jian Feiliu's expression seemed a little anxious. What happened?
Lu Ming's expression changed and he followed.
Jian Feiliu moved very fast, like a phantom, bypassing several streets and appearing in a secluded alley.
Lu Ming carved an aura-condensing formation for himself, and followed Jian Fei Liu silently, while Jian Fei Liu was unaware of it.
"Um?"
Lu Ming appeared on the roof of a house, looked down, and saw a woman in the alley.
It was Jian Feiliu's junior sister.
"What do you mean you came to me for?"
Jian Feiliu looked at the woman in front of him, his voice cold.
"Brother, do you really hate me so much?" The woman looked at Jian Feiliu and smiled miserably.
"Hate you? How could it be? Everyone has his own ambitions, I can't force him. If I hate him, I must hate myself. I hate that I was born low and have low talent. Even if I practice hard, I still can't compare to Wang Mang." Jian Feiliu.
Smile at yourself.
"Brother, I was wrong, I was really wrong!"
At this time, the woman suddenly smiled miserably, her delicate body trembled, and she shed tears.
"What's going on?" Jian Feiliu frowned.
"Brother, please save me. I want to leave that beast. Ever since I followed him, he has never treated me as a human being and abused me every day. Brother, I beg you. Now, I can only rely on you.
Already."
The woman walked up to Jian Feiliu, grabbed Jian Feiliu's arm, and kept crying.
She rolled up her sleeves and saw that her arms were covered with dense scars, and those scars were all whip marks.
"That beast tortured me every day, whipped me, left scars on my body, and didn't allow me to do exercises to heal my injuries. I really couldn't bear it anymore. I want to leave him, senior brother, I want to leave him. At the beginning,
I shouldn’t have agreed, I shouldn’t have agreed.”
The woman cried and shed tears.
"Beast, beast!"
The sword flew into his throat, roaring like a wild beast.
"not good!"
On the roof, Lu Ming's eyes suddenly moved.
Not far away, there were several streaks of light flying towards this side at extremely fast speeds.
"Swordman, if you dare to tryst with your old lover behind my back, you are seeking death!"
A roar echoed between heaven and earth.
The next moment, three figures landed in the alley.
"Wang Mang!"
The woman screamed, her face turned pale with fright, without any color at all.
"Jian Feiliu, if you dare to touch my woman, you will die today!"
Wang Mang's eyes flashed with cold murderous intent, but raging flames emerged from his body. This flame was purple and the temperature was terrifying. The walls of the surrounding houses and the floor under his feet actually vaporized.
.
It makes hard rocks directly vaporize. This kind of temperature is too terrifying.
"Fire Flame Burning Heaven Technique!"
Jian Feiliu's pupils shrank sharply.
The Burning Heaven Technique of Fierce Flames is the secret skill of the Wang family, the six ancient aristocratic families, and a god-level technique.
Boom!
Wang Mang stepped out and crossed towards Jian Feiliu. A halberd condensed by flames appeared in his hand, and he slashed towards Jian Feiliu.
Keng!
The sword sounded, Jian Feiliu's pupils turned golden, and a golden sword appeared in his hand. A golden sword light cut through the dark night, as if it could split the black night.
However, it could not split Wang Mang's halberd.
boom!
The terrifying temperature burned everything, and a deep pit appeared on the ground. It was vaporized by the flames, and a golden and purple energy shot up into the sky and went straight into the clouds.
Tread! Tread!...
Jian Feiliu retreated sharply, golden light shining all over his body, resisting the terrifying temperature.
"what happened?"
"Someone is fighting, what a scary sound!"
Nearby, countless people were alarmed and flew towards this side. Suddenly, figures appeared in all directions.
"That's the Burning Heaven Technique of Raging Flames, the genius of the Wang family."
"Wang Mang, this is Wang Mang, Wang Mang who is ranked 700 on the Thousand Pride List."
"The other person seems to be Jian Feiliu. He is facing off against Wang Mang."
Around them, someone recognized the two of them and was quite shocked.
"Jian Feiliu, is this all you have? I'm so disappointed!"
Wang Mang's whole body was shining with purple flames, like a god of fire. The terrifying temperature overflowed, even the air was burning, and the place where Wang Mang stood became a vacuum zone.
He stepped out again, the flaming halberd piercing the night sky, and slashing toward the sword flying stream.
The golden light on Jian Feiliu's body was about to condense into substance, turning into a golden armor, which was worn on his body. A golden sword light slashed out again.
But this time, Jian Fei retreated further, and the golden light on his body trembled, as if it was about to collapse.
Swish! Swish!
The two old men who followed Wang Mang appeared next to the woman, and one of them grabbed the woman's shoulders.
"Brother!"
the woman yelled.
"Bitch, today, I'm going to let you see with your own eyes how I killed your old lover."
Wang Mang shouted coldly, walked out and killed Jian Feiliu.