A World Worth Protecting

Wang Baole’s shot was too fast, and the people around him couldn’t respond. When Huang Gui was still stunned, the fingers of the youth of the White Deer Branch were already caught by Wang Baole. With the upward sigh, the strong pain suddenly went straight. The fingers spread the whole body.

"Ah, let go, let go!!" The youth immediately screamed. He had never had such an experience in his life. At this moment, his voice was miserable, and his body was tilted involuntarily.

Wang Baole snorted. He felt that he did not take the initiative to provoke others. He was already very low-key, but the other party was inexplicably ridiculing himself.

This he couldn't bear it, squinting at the moment and drinking low.

"Hurry, don't bother other students into the secret, call Dad!"

The young man’s pain was pale and he struggled. Wang Baole’s hand was like a pliers. His strength was big and his anti-joint restrictions made the young man’s pain suddenly rise like a tide. He could not struggle for a while.

At the same time, everyone in the surrounding area also reacted, and all of them were wide-eyed. It was really that Wang Baole’s shot was too embarrassing, and the youth’s screams were extremely fierce.

Even the students who were close to the entrance to the secrets heard the sounds behind them, and they looked back and suddenly heard the sound of silence.

"Hit it up!"

"They are too anxious, and this has not yet entered the secret."

At the same time as this argument came out, the students of the White Deer Branch in the crowd saw that their own people were beaten, and they immediately filled out their indignation. Most of them went out and yelled at Wang Baole.

"stop!"

"I know him, he is Wang Baole of the Shuyuan, too much!"

When the people in the White Deer Branch came forward, the students of the Shudaoyuan were naturally unwilling to show weakness, and they all rushed up, and instantly... at the entrance to this secret, they became confused.

"The White Deer Branch and the Buddhist Temple have started! I have long seen the people in the White Deer Branch being dissatisfied. They are all in the same way, and they look down on other Taoist temples. Wang Baole, I support you!"

"Haha, I heard about it before. Every time this secret is opened, we will have one in the four avenues. This time I didn't expect to start outside. I want to wait for everyone to go into the secrets, it will be more intense!"

When the students were either excited or roaring and turbulent, the teachers and monks of the Four Avenues in the square were mostly unhappy. The old doctors of the Shudao Institute frowned and directly sipped.

"Give me a hand, you are free, and immediately enter the secret!"

When the old doctor spoke, a middle-aged man sitting next to him was the seat of the White Deer Branch. He also had a fierce look in his eyes. His voice was like a thunder, and he blew directly in the students.

"Re-hands, cancel the qualifications!"

The two departments opened their mouths one after another, which made the turmoil outside the entrance to the secrets forced to be crushed. Wang Baole glanced at the youth of the White Deer Branch and released his fingers.

At that moment, the young man’s forehead was filled with sweat, his face was pale, and he quickly retreated. When he looked at Wang Baole, he was filled with grievances. He had already made up his mind. After entering the secret, if he had the opportunity to take revenge, he would not let it go. The classmates of the hospital were pulling, and this was the secret territory.

"This look, look so annoying, this is to retaliate against me?" Wang Baole snorted, but also regained his eyes, along with the crowd, went into the secret.

Thousands of people have stepped into this oasis secret. At the moment of entering, the people in the four avenues on the outer square have also adjusted their spiritual powers, dissipating the storm, and looking for people who are familiar with each other. Some of them are silently meditating.

This place does not need to be opened for a long time. Once someone is promoted to the real interest, it will be automatically rejected. If it is almost the same, it will be opened again. It will be bad luck and will not succeed. The student took it out.

As for the seat of the Four Avenues, they all sit together, and each face looks like a smile, but there is competition in the heart.

"I don't know if there will be a few eight-inch roots this time?"

"Old rules, let's continue to gamble?"

"Yes, the eight-inch Lingyuan Taoist Temple wins!" In the four courts, they took out the pledge items and put them on the side. There are medicinal herbs, materials, instruments, etc., each of which is different, but any one They are all valuable things.

Although the Bailu Daoyuan won in the past, this time, both the old doctor and the hospital of Shengchuan Daoyuan seem to have confidence. Soon, these four old guys will fight.

When the people in this square waited, the territory of the spiritual hometown, at the moment, thousands of people in the four avenues were immediately shaken by the strange scenes here.

The sky of the spiritual town is not the same as the outside. The sky here is beautiful and colorful. It seems that there are countless rainbows flowing all the year round, making the whole sky very incomparable.

The land is different from the outside. It is no longer a desert, but an oasis grassland. Even in the distance, you can see the rolling hills and rivers and jungles.

Further away, the central area of ​​the spiritual town, where there is a faint can see a mountain standing, this mountain is not a rock, but ... a huge fragment formation!

"Spiritized township, I will be able to condense eight inches of roots!"

"In order to wait for the opening of this place, I could have been admitted to the upper house two years ago. This time, eight inches of Linggen, I am bound to win!"

Everyone around them was excited. They all understood that this time the opportunity is extremely rare for each. If you can grasp it well and gain an advantage here, you can lay a solid foundation for the future practice.

Wang Baole was also in the midst of his ups and downs. After looking around, he found that many people were galloping toward the front quickly. Some were alone, some were in groups of three or five. After thinking about it, they were about to step away.

But at this moment, suddenly, there were exclamations in the crowd.

"Look at the sky!"

"That is……"

When the exclamation continued to spread, Wang Baole also raised his head sharply, his eyes contracted, and he saw it in the sky. At this moment, there was a figure without a face, walking slowly in the sky!

Although this figure has no face, it can be seen from the figure. It is a man. His figure is illusory, erratic, and he can see the body in his own body.

That root must be long, nine inches!

It is a kind of pressure from the body that makes everyone feel the shock, and he walks step by step, calm, like a king walking in his own back garden, with the pressure of his body, actually gives people A sense of eye-catching.

As if high above, overlooking the beings!

"Nine inches... it's nine inches of roots!!"

"God, when we first came in, we saw the only nine-inch Lingen in this legendary town!"

"All the roots of the spirit are faceless when they do not encounter a good person. Unfortunately, nine inches of roots, many people have tried, but all fail, no one can absorb..." The eyes of the people condensed in the sky On the faceless figure of the nine-inch Lingen illusion, with regret and helplessness, the figure was gone to disappear into the horizon, and as the pressure of the place dissipated, the talents regained their gaze.

Wang Baole is also a heartbeat acceleration, a lot of shortness of breath, but he understands that eight inches is the limit of the human body, this nine-inch Linggen... can only be seen, can not absorb.

Perhaps when I came in, I encountered a nine-inch Lingen, which caused some stimulation to everyone. Soon, the students of the Four Avenues were scattered, and each of them found their own spiritual roots in this spiritual hometown. .

Zhuo Yifan, Zhao Yameng, Chen Ziheng, etc., all left alone. Wang Baole intends to ask if Du Min wants to be together. Du Min is here one step ahead and walks away alone.

Seeing that everyone is a person, Wang Baole thought about it and quickly rushed to a position.

This spiritual hometown has a great range, so even if the number of people coming to the Four Avenues has reached 4,000, it will not be traced soon after the spread of each other.

Time passed slowly and it took a day.

On this day, there is luck, and I have encountered an inch of roots that I have for myself. For most people, I am still searching hard. Even if I find the root, it is not an inch. It’s useless, even if you find an inch, if you don’t have a chance, you don’t choose and become yourself, it’s useless.

"An inch of Xiaoling, who is close to me, where are you..." In a jungle in the spiritual hometown, Wang Baole took a pack of snacks and ate while he was depressed.

It’s really a day’s time. He doesn’t know what his luck is all about. He didn’t even encounter a spiritual root. Under the circumstance, the scope of his search is no longer the periphery, but the depth of the spiritual hometown. Spread everywhere.

At this moment, Wang Baole walked in the jungle, and it took another half an hour. When he was already irritated, suddenly, Wang Baole’s footsteps, his eyes widened, he saw a big tree in front, there was an illusion. The faceless figure floats there, motionless...

If you don’t move, it’s just that... there’s a weird laughter, constantly moving from this back to Wang Baole’s figure, slowly coming out...