Am I the only one who didn't ascend?

General Bu's sudden appearance directly put an imperfect end to a peak showdown between the old and new generations.

After knocking Huang Long down, the scarred general bowed to Wang Luo and apologized: "Sorry, I can't let Master Wang enjoy it."

"Oh, no problem." Wang Lu gently spit out a blood mist and responded.

Then, under Huang Long's angry eyes, General Bu flicked the lightning pointer again, causing the old general to faint in the lightning, and his body shrank back to its original state.

General Bu then bent down and carried the old man on his back, leaving the field silently.

At this time, the people outside the field naturally stopped discussing Lingshan Xia and turned to discuss this scarred man with a vague figure like a ghost.

This person is unknown and can be said to be unknown among Mo Lin and his group, but it is obvious that Huang Long's trust in him is far greater than that in Liao Fan, his official deputy. The skills of General Bu were also very intriguing... His true essence was not particularly full, and he did not have the bloody smell of the Molin soldiers, but his mind was visibly strong and powerful. Just now, he suddenly flashed into the arena from the audience, and his movements were so fast that most people present did not react!

However, no matter what people speculated about his identity - especially the envoys of Zhou and Guo, who watched his interaction with the old general with naked lust in their eyes - General Bu himself did not respond.

Wang Luo walked back slowly from the center of the arena. When he stood by the long table again, the blood mist around him had dissipated. Although his face was slightly tired, he obviously did not look injured.

Han Guming glanced at him, wanting to say something but stopping himself, because Han Ying had come directly to his side and greeted him as a liaison team specialist: "Are you okay?"

"It's okay." Wang Luo shook his head, and then whispered, "Thank you for healing me before, otherwise this battle would have been basically a waste."

Han Ying said: "I've said it before that winning or losing doesn't matter, what matters is the process, Huang Long doesn't really want to do anything to you... But, thanks to your ability to compete with Huang Long to this extent, after this battle, the Mo Lin people should have become your die-hard supporters."

As the two whispered, Wang Luo could clearly sense the fanatical gazes from the Mo Lin envoys. There was no trace of hostility, not even doubt, full of praise and recognition, the only problem was...

In addition to praise and recognition, there seemed to be something else mixed in. Wang Luo tried to recall it and found that the senior breeders of Shijie Meat Factory seemed to have such a look when observing high-quality breeding animals.

It can only be said that the Mo Lin people are indeed quite discerning.

But in any case, this battle that determined the attitude of the Immortal Alliance Special Envoy Group finally ended in a relatively satisfactory manner.

Without the invitation of the host Han Guming, the envoys consciously returned to the long table and continued to enjoy the exquisite meal. However, when they talked to each other, they were obviously much more excited and the topic was no longer restrained.

It should be said that at any time, high-level competition can be a lubricant to promote communication between people.

At the same time, Huang Long was also carried back to his original seat by General Bu, and he was fed some medicinal liquor that could clearly make people self-immolate. He immediately burped and opened his eyes.

Then he turned his head sharply to look at Wang Luo, his eyes curved into arcs because of his smile.

"Hahahaha, you kid! You are really good! Hiccup!"

Although the address is still not polite, the difference between kid and cub is obviously a world of difference.

Huang Long said with emotion: "In fact, from the first punch you made, I knew that I had wrongly blamed you. How could a person with such a simple and powerful punch be a bad person!"

This statement was simply unreasonable, but the Molin people all nodded in agreement, and the Molin people's agreement led to the agreement of others.

Obviously, in the 1200 years of the new immortal calendar, the simple, rough and unreasonable methods of the Molin people were more effective than many rational and objective methods.

Huang Long said again: "But it was also because of your punch that I was itching to show my skills. It has been a long time since I have had an interesting opponent like you. To be honest, from the perspective of strength, you are not particularly strong. If I really use the power of the Nascent Soul, you can't stop me."

Wang Luo nodded, without objection.

Huang Long, who was fighting against the Golden Core level with the foundation building, had indeed reached his limit. Although it cannot be said that he had no more trump cards, it would not affect the result whether he turned them out or not. The difference in combat power between Nascent Soul and Golden Core is at least several times greater. Wang Luo cannot resist a real combat-oriented Nascent Soul.

As for whether the battle between Nascent Soul and Foundation Building is fair... For those who are really good at and used to challenging higher-level opponents, the realm level has no reference value. Huang Long cares about Wang Luo's strength at this moment, not his realm at this moment.

"But I can always feel that you are not in a complete state now. Well, it's not that you are injured, but that you are obviously missing something."

Wang Luo was slightly surprised when he heard this.

The old general's eyesight is really extraordinary. After a fierce battle, he has actually seen Wang Luo's practice pattern.

Huang Long's judgment was absolutely correct. Wang Luo's current state could be said to be a perfect state of incompleteness. Everything he possessed and cultivated, including his true essence, body, and soul, was for the Wanmiao Golden Pill. Only when the Golden Pill condensed, he could be considered a truly complete practitioner. Before that, he was more like a scabbard.

The real sword has not yet been sheathed.

"Hehe, when you have the opportunity to make up for the incompleteness in the future, such as when the Golden Pill is successful, I will definitely fight you with all my strength again! Let you also see my true strength!"

Wang Luo was so shocked when he heard this: "Really?"

The familiar conversation made Huang Long's full of pride stagnate.

But the old general was a bold man after all, and soon laughed again: "It's a pity that I couldn't unlock the power of the Nascent Soul this time. My granddaughter is not very old, but she is very nagging. She always uses medical advice to discipline me. And then, the useless people around me are willing to listen to her orders! Using their own magic weapon to deal with their superiors!"

General Bu silently took a bite of the crispy pigeon, the juice splashed, and it was delicious. Then he didn't even look at his boss.

"Speaking of my granddaughter, her name is Huang Jing. She is 17 years old this year. She has not graduated from Meng Academy yet, but she has been recruited by Mo Lin Military Academy in advance. Humph, it's not for my face. The little girl was admitted by her own ability. At the age of 16, she completed her foundation and made her own elixir in the bitter cold of Longshou Mountain. In terms of talent, she is better than me. Moreover, she has been lively and active since she was a child, especially likes to fight. When she was five years old, she had just practiced a set of long fists to assist in the introduction of qi, and she broke the teeth of a tiger raised in the backyard..."

As he said, Huang Long also came to Wang Luo, stretched out his hand to pinch open a melon seed for the photo, and reflected a delicate picture from it.

I saw a little girl about five or six years old, with two pigtails standing up, holding her head high, showing a hearty smile with missing front teeth, and making a victory gesture. She was really lively and cute! Behind her, a young tiger was lying on the ground with a mouth full of blood, unconscious.

"How about it, isn't she cute!" Huang Long said, his eyes almost curved into crescents.

Then he cleared his throat and said.

"I think you two are a good match, why don't you marry her!"