Chapter 398 The ancestor teaches new formulas

Suddenly, a burst of exclamations came from outside. The whole Tianwu City was like a frying pan, and everyone in the room ran out.

This was the ritual held in front of the Tianwu Altar. When it was about to end, Lu Ziqing's first thought was, did Li Wan'er mess up the sword dance? When everyone rushed outside the house, the Divine Martial Saint appeared in the setting sun.

print!

Lu Ziqing rubbed his eyes. This is true. The Fengtai Mountain with the holy seal is on the other end. Oh my god, Emperor Shenwu has shown his saint!

All the people from the Shenwu Sect were caught in fanatical cheers...

Then it was time for everyone to go out to parade. In this winter, I was shirtless in my pants and my top was just a rope. If I had been replaced by ordinary people, I would have been frozen. But if I couldn't even do this, it would be true

Don’t participate in the armed struggle meeting anymore. The registration fee of ten taels of silver is not enough for healing.

Lu Ziqing felt like he was returning to military training again, but he ran ten kilometers in the middle of the night, and at least he could wear clothes, so he was definitely not ashamed!

Look at these strong men, just like the 300 Spartan Warriors, they all have muscles and most of them have thick breast hair. It is estimated that the 300 Spartan Warriors do not have such thick breast hair, and these people

They were all narcissistic, constantly shouting at the beauties they met on the street, boasting about how their breasts were protected from wind and warm, making Lu Ziqing, who was sandwiched in the team, feel at the whole crowd because she was not perverted enough.

Out of place.

Many people on the street also noticed Lu Ziqing at this time, because Lu Ziqing was so conspicuous when he was with the people from Shenwu Sect.

"That's so white. Tsk, I've never seen a man as white as that."

"Although white, there is meat."

"Look at it carefully, my small body looks very good."

"What's so good, I don't even have a single breast hair."

Lu Ziqing felt his face turned red, but after he was extremely ashamed, he magically ignored it. He followed Dawa, Jiuwa, Xu Bin and others, patted his chest and claimed his name to the crowd.

In the name of Shenwu Sect, the screams of "Lu Ziqing of Huangzhou" appeared, which attracted such a sound in the crowd. People from Huangzhou are no wonder that they are so white.

Someone said: "Others from outside should be at other registration points, right?"

"It should be a good relationship with Shenwu Sect."

Listening to the discussion, Lu Ziqing also realized this problem: "Are there many registration points?"

"Of course, otherwise how can I control it." Gong Dawa pointed to an inn on the corner of the street, "Look over there, the heroes in the world are usually concentrated in several large inns to register. In addition, there are many registration points, such as the Chamber of Commerce.

There are even warriors from the Western Regions who will register at the Dianke Office. Even if the Northern Barbarians send warriors, it is common."

So Lu Ziqing saw another team, all kinds of, tall, short, fat and thin, and the only thing in common was that he was dressed equally ashamed.

"There are so many people." Lu Ziqing felt very shocked. With so many registration points, I'm afraid that thousands of people would participate in the battle?

"But most people can't stick to the second round." Xu Bin had participated in the second round once last year, and was already an old bird at the Tianwu Festival. He reminded Lu Ziqing, "The martial arts meeting here is different from the arena in the world, and it must be adhered to.

Shenwu's fighting spirit is open and upright."

Lu Ziqing said: "I know that I can't use any secret tricks."

"It's not just that you can't use evil moves, you also have to understand what the spirit of magical martial arts is." Xu Bin felt that it was not that easy to express. There are some standards and are more subtle.

"You want to talk about sports spirit, right? Uh, martial arts spirit." Lu Ziqing accidentally imagined the scene of sports and corrected it, "Martial spirit, friendship first, competition second, am I right?"

"Haha, right?" Xu Bin and others thought Lu Ziqing was a little naive.

Everyone gathered at the schoolyard where the ceremony had just been held. It was already dark. I saw the Divine Martial Saint Seal hanging high in the night sky, emitting a red flame light, illuminating the entire Tianwu City.

Lu Ziqing couldn't help but say, "The Emperor of Shenwu is really here? The sky is burning, and there is no need to light the lights at night. The training ground is where the Shenwu Holy Seal is aimed at the place where it shines, just like daytime. Lu Ziqing suddenly thought that if the Emperor of Shenwu's consciousness could

When it comes, are all the Heavenly Venerables of the Hongmeng Ancestor and the others returned to their posts?

Teams are constantly entering the field, and more and more people are participating in the fight. I wonder if there are tens of thousands of people. The strong people gather, and the figures of the general and even the powerful people of the martial god level have also begun to climb to the general stage. Several of them have been on the stage.

The fire dragon appeared in the sky and spit out dragon balls. They recorded the grand occasion of Tianwu City today with mirage light, and now they are delayed broadcasting for the people of the city.

"Old Ancestor..." Lu Ziqing was bored standing in the team and was silently reciting in his heart.

The spiritual consciousness of the ancestor Hongmeng flashed, and he had not yet gotten up, so he was very tired.

Lu Ziqing: "The Emperor Shenwu has gotten up and worked!"

The thought of the ancestor Hongmeng said: "He is a young man, I am an old man."

Lu Ziqing: "..."

Is there any difference between the old and the young? Is it embarrassing to rely on my seniority to be a good person?

Lu Ziqing reported what happened recently with his thoughts. The ancestor Hongmeng was silent for a while, and the god of horror actually descended at Julu. It seemed that it was a very serious matter for the ancestor.

The ancestor Hongmeng thought for a while and praised, "You have done these things well. Since you have attended the Tianwu Festival, then treat it as a practice and practice your martial arts well. I will pass on you a Wuji Heart Art, you can borrow it.

If you can achieve mechanics, it is also an opportunity.”

In Lu Ziqing's mind, the Hongmeng Dharma Seal flashed, and a huge force descended on his spiritual platform. A mental method was injected into it like a burst of enlightenment, consisting of nine wonderful runes. This rune seems simple, but it has laws beyond the world.

The supreme power.

"Wuji Heart Art?" Once Lu Ziqing wanted to identify the names and meanings of these runes, the nine runes suddenly turned around, and a column was expanded vertically with the first rune as the center, forming a matrix with the original row.

Lu Ziqing: "...I know this! One by one, one by two, two by four, two by three by six... In the end, nine by eighty-one, am I right?"

"Get out!" The ancestor almost turned his back on his voice, "I'll see if you know another one."

The matrix has a column and has become a solid, like a cube-like Mitsubishi cone.

Lu Ziqing: "...This is not a problem for me. The power of one is one, and the power of two is eight..."

The Wuji matrix suddenly changed again, unfolding and growing, and instantly spreading the entire spiritual platform of Lu Ziqing, almost bursting into Lu Ziqing's brain.

The ancestor Hongmeng said: "If you know another one, I'll see."
Chapter completed!