Add Bookmark | Recommend this book | Back to the book page | My bookshelf | Mobile Reading

Free Web Novel,Novel online - All in oicq.net -> Wuxia -> The first god

Chapter 62 Banner Waiting for the Destined Person

Previous page        Return to Catalog        Next page

    You can search for "The First God" in Baidu to find the latest chapter!

    Ma Yunteng knew in his heart that although his martial arts level had soared to level 24, in front of Huang Feihong, who was only at level 9 but had a profound background, it was ridiculous to pretend to be great.

    Back then, Xiang Yu and Liu Bang, Liu Bang's martial arts level was only level 7, while Xiang Yu was a master at level 108. As a result, Xiang Yu was still besieged and killed himself in Wujiang.

    Although there are only sixteen people on the list of martial arts doctors in Xiaoxiang Province, eleven of them are junior martial arts doctors, and only five are intermediate martial arts doctors. As for senior martial arts doctors, there are no in Xiaoxiang Province at all.  There are only four in the entire Great Fengguo, but these are the data on the bright side. There are probably many people like him who have not yet made the list or who don't even bother to be on the list.

    In this high-martial world where martial arts are prevalent and medical skills are rising, if you are a little careless, you will be doomed.

    Thinking of this, Ma Yunteng greeted him with a smile and took the initiative to say hello.

    The "nine-headed bird" hero of the Northern Crocodile Gang was able to thrive under the eyes of the Michuan Gang, because he really knows the current affairs, and he is more able to survive than the "Nine-headed Bird" of the Northern Alligator Gang.  .

    Maybe you will be a general.

    Huang Feihong nodded in satisfaction.

    After exchanging a few friendly greetings, Huang Feihong looked solemn and invited Ma Yunteng to drink coffee at a well-known cafe beside Liuye Lake in Zhilan City.

    Ma Yunteng, who is used to drinking tea, doesn't like coffee very much, but he knows in his heart that inviting him to drink coffee is a way of paying attention to him. If he really wants to gain a firm foothold in Zhilan City or Xiaoxiang Province, without somersaults,  Still have to have their own base.

    Zhilan City and Xiaoxiang Province are just his starting point.

    He doesn't just stop at the entire Dafeng Kingdom, the entire Xuanhuang Continent, and the entire Lanwu Planet should leave his shadow.

    "Willow on the Moon" does not sound like the name of a cafe, but it is really a cafe, and it is a top-notch cafe that is well-known throughout Dafeng State and even the entire Xuanhuangzhou. It can be said that Yueshang  Willow Teak Cafe has also enjoyed a long-standing reputation on Lanwu Planet.

    The martial arts of the male and female waiters here are all above level 5.

    On the balcony outside a private room facing the lake, elegant coffee tables and chairs complement the surrounding small and fresh furnishings. Outside the balcony are large irises and lucky flowers by the lake, which are in harmony with the lake in the distance.  The lotus leaves surrounding the heart island add a bit of vitality to this elegance.

    Huang Feihong's seal was shining brightly, and his body was very healthy. However, he seemed dissatisfied with the infinite vigor and vitality in front of him, and he sighed for a long time.

    Huang Feihong saw that Ma Yunteng remained silent all the time, and he was very calm, so he said: "To tell you the truth, my sect has a great master, who is also my teacher. He is kind and kind.  However, since he was attacked by a serious disease, his condition has deteriorated, and even his life is not long. Every time I think of this, the brothers and sisters in the sect all sigh."

    After finishing speaking, Huang Feihong's expression became more and more gloomy. After staring at the glimmering lake light for a while, he continued, "If Brother Yunteng can go to treat him, it will surely make the dead tree come back to life. I and the millions of our Yunlan Sect  Disciples, all are grateful and ready to be sent by the master at any time."

    Huang Feihong arched his hands, bowed solemnly, and begged him to go to the hospital for treatment.

    Ma Yunteng thought to himself, this transaction is definitely a double-edged sword.

    After being cured, he will naturally flourish. With the support of a top sect, it is not a problem to harvest countless leeks.

    However, if it is not cured, or even due to bad luck, that person's illness suddenly deteriorates. How can he, a rookie who has not yet risen, be able to bear the hatred value of a top sect.

    However, he currently has to agree.

    That person is Liu Xiahui, the leading figure of the Misty Cloud Sect, who was once famous throughout the Dafeng Kingdom.

    The car carried Ma Yunteng into the holy land of the Yunlan Sect - Luyang Mountain.

    The place where Liu Xiahui lives is an elegant courtyard surrounded by bamboo forests and phoenix trees. It is really a place for gentlemen to rest.

    "You're finally here, I've been waiting for it."

    This is the first sentence Liu Xiahui said to Ma Yunteng.

    Ma Yunteng was full of doubts.

    The old man sitting in a wheelchair in front of him, like Baba Sayoko, showed the appearance of twilight, his face was extremely thin, covered with spots, and his veins were throbbing.

    "This flag has finally waited for the destined person."

    Liu Xiahui seemed to be talking to herself, and seemed to be controlled by some mysterious force, so she had to say those words.

    A red flag with the logo of Tai Chi on the top, slowlygot up.  Ma Yunteng just stood there and snapped his fingers.  After a burst of crackling and clanging of weapons, the battle intensified.  Because killing red eyes!  "What the hell, your Gale Blade cut off two of my fingers!" The mercenary who spoke did not bandage his wound, picked up the lightning halberd in his hand and stabbed obliquely.  One ear fell off.  A cage with several sharp knives hidden flew past, and a beautiful head flew away from the body in response.  As Ma Yunteng retreated further, he sighed, unexpectedly, he could watch a live martial arts movie for free.  However, it was too bloody and violent.  If he doesn't have the ability to control his brain, then he is the victim of these bloody scenes.  This fifteen-year-old body is considered an adult in this world.  However, his twenty-eight-year-old soul still couldn't adapt to such a scene.  Ma Yunteng held back his vomiting and moved further away.  The alliance military government confiscated all the really powerful hot weapons for individual combat. Hot weapons can only be used on the battlefield, and even large-scale mercenary regiments can only use cold weapons.  Because all links, including the origin of the raw materials for making weapons, are controlled by the alliance military government, smuggling is a felony, and ten clans sit in a row, and generally no one violates it.  However, cold weapons are no less dangerous than hot weapons.  After fighting each other, there was only one person left!  This person's force value and endurance are obviously the strongest.  Ma Yunteng withdrew the brain control technique of Xiao Linger's avatar.  The man woke up, saw the messy corpses on the ground, roared, and rushed towards Ma Yunteng.  Ma Yunteng hurriedly fed an anti-drug pill refined by his second child Bailan, and ran towards the extremely cold snowy area where the wind and snow were blowing.  Tianya Xuefeng.  On top of the snow-capped peak, the snow is tormenting the wind.  A fierce and manic storm swept in with a howl, and the ice and snow were wrapped in a powerful meth gas.  Fiercely and indiscriminately, it pierced into the sea of ??soul, consciousness, and flesh and bone marrow of all living beings.  That mercenary chased Ma Yunteng up to the top of Tianya Xuefeng with difficulty.  He only walked ten or so steps before he felt the energy and blood in his dantian surging, and a mouthful of blood from his heart was sprayed on the snow-white peak.  The blood sprayed had some technical content, perhaps it was some kind of coincidence.  The blood drops on the snow are like a few Aoxue red plum blossoms, enchanting and weird.  Immediately, Tianya Xuefeng, which had very few signs of life, added a sense of liveliness and agility.  However, this picture also feels a little dignified.  After all, this painting is made with blood as the pigment and the blood spraying method as the creative method.  The middle-aged mercenary who accidentally made a picture of Aoxue's red plums wiped the remaining blood from the corner of his mouth, and took out an ice and snow shield from his storage bag.  This shield is exquisite in shape, only the size of a palm.  He injected ten pieces of high-grade spar into the petite and exquisite ice and snow shield in his palm, and the shield gradually turned into an umbrella-shaped ice and snow shield, which can resist the invasion of the wind and snow around the body.  This person walked in the ice and snow for about half an hour, and only managed to save a pair of feet by changing into three pairs of ice and snow boots refined from the leather of a second-order mutant animal.  Otherwise, his feet would have been scrapped long ago.  This person is well prepared, probably a careful and thoughtful person.  A strange tornado suddenly hit, Qingtian Ice and Snow Shield and middle-aged mercenaries were involved in it.  The middle-aged mercenary was extremely witty and decisive, and quickly threw out several low-level life-saving escape talismans.  Qingtian Ice and Snow Shield was crushed into powder by the tornado snow, while the middle-aged mercenary lay down ten feet away from the tornado snow.  The middle-aged mercenary, who was lucky enough to save his life, lay motionless on the snowy ground. After a long pause, he spat out a few mouthfuls of blood. He couldn't speak, but he couldn't help cursing at the sky in his heart.  That stupid bastard who was already dead, repeatedly emphasized that the other party was just a commoner of the Ice Desert Star who couldn't cultivate. This task was really simple.  He, who had been stable for half his life, was actually planted in the hands of a fifteen-year-old civilian who had just grown up. If he hadn't experienced it with his own eyes, he would not have believed it at all.  Ma Yunteng had played enough with this person, so he let him go back and warn Ke Zhen.  If his description is exciting enough, Ke Zhen probably won't think of him again in a short time.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report