Beiyin Great Sage

"Uncle Zhou?"

Luo Xiuying looked at Zhou Jia in front of her in surprise, with irrepressible surprise and even a little fear in her eyes.

Is this person really Uncle Zhou?

No wonder she thought so, it was because Zhou Jia had changed so much.

and.

Or within just a few days.

Previously, Zhou Jia's figure was strong, but not exaggerated. The strong muscles were actually more inclined to a streamlined shape that was good at explosions.

now.

Pieces of tendon meat are bulging, and the muscles on the back are even more knotted, as if carrying a heavy shield or tortoise shell, full of strength.

An astonishing height of more than two meters, and some limits of lateral growth.

The arms can run horses, and the fists can stand people.

Nothing more than that!

Her legs were like giant pillars holding up the sky, and the wide trouser legs could not even cover her. Every time she took a step, it was like moving a big mountain.

Even his appearance has changed.

Zhou Jia used to be unremarkable, but now he looks like a carved sculpture. Although it is not very beautiful, it is full of three-dimensionality.

He raised his hands and feet with a dull pressure.

This is not a breath released intentionally, but the mental oppression brought by the huge body.

Just like a tiger and a chicken and a rabbit, even if the tiger is sleeping soundly and has no hostility, to the weak creatures, the opponent's size is extremely oppressive.

"it's me."

Zhou Jia nodded:

"I took advantage of some time to practice a secret technique."

"Is...is it?" Luo Xiuying's beautiful eyes flashed and her voice stammered:

"Looking at it, it's a little scary."

Zhou Jia smiled and said nothing.

The reason why the Tiangang Giant Spirit Body was able to make such an astonishing change in his body shape in a short period of time was because it consumed the potential of the dragon bone.

This happens only once.

And it’s not necessarily good or bad.

Although the strength has increased dramatically and the skin has become stronger, the speed has also decreased sharply. For those who win by speed, the gain outweighs the loss.

"Brother Zhou?"

Qingxiao's voice came:

"How did you..."

"Has it turned into this?"

"Brother Qingxiao." Zhou Jia looked back and handed over his hand to the visitor:

"Every senior has said that this trip is dangerous, so just in case, I took advantage of this time to practice a secret technique to increase my chances of survival."

"That's true, but..." Qingxiao was dumbfounded and shook her head:

"If you ask me, if you want to survive when you are in danger, the right way is to practice Qing Gong well. Wouldn't you be more conspicuous like this?"

"I know too." Zhou Jia sighed:

"It's a pity that I'm not good at light body kung fu, and my time is limited. I'm afraid I won't have time for Zhou to improve his light body kung fu."

"It's really you!" Only then did Feng Xiao speak with surprise. He even came close to Zhou Jia and reached out to squeeze the bulging muscles:

"It's unbelievable, these muscles..."

"Feng Xiao!" Qing Xiao's face darkened:

"No rudeness."

"It doesn't matter." Zhou Jia smiled and waved:

"Zhou's changes are indeed somewhat unexpected."

Yunxiao nodded repeatedly.

She was embarrassed to step forward, but her eyes were bright and she wanted to touch those muscles, contrary to her usual calmness.

As black iron masters, they have seen many muscular men.

But Zhou Jia was different.

The aura on his body is calm and thick, and there is huge strength in his muscles. Although it is hidden, it still makes people feel solid and reliable.

Just a simple stop caused the surrounding vegetation to tilt.

Reality.

Zhou Jia's own weight, plus the ax and shield on his body, weighed more than two thousand kilograms. For ordinary people, every breath and every breath was like a roaring wind.

"Zhou Jia?"

"Is it really you?"

At this time, the people on Xiaolang Island also noticed the changes in Zhou Jia's body and gathered around him one after another.

Yang Shizhen's eyes flashed, thoughtfully.

In just a few days, Zhou Jia's body has changed a lot. With so much energy and blood in his body, he is probably not much weaker than him.

Such a powerful body can increase the possibility of survival even if it is not an opponent against most ferocious beasts.

But to people...

Not necessarily!

Lack of flexibility is definitely a fatal weakness.

At this time, whispers sounded, causing everyone's attention to shift away from Zhou Jia and look towards a figure in the distance.

"silver!"

"Mo Shang's energy runs through mountains and rivers!"

"The one who achieved silver eighty years ago?"

Mo Shang?

Zhou Jia's eyes moved slightly.

It turns out to be this person!

As far as he knows, Xuantian Alliance has confirmed that there are only two silver experts alive, and Qi Guanshanhe Mo Shang is one of them.

Silver is hard to prove!

Each and every one of them is a proud son of heaven, has a mysterious opportunity, and possesses earth-shattering strength.

However, thanks to the strategy of universal martial arts practice, a lot of silvers have been born in the Dalin Dynasty over the past three hundred years, nearly twenty.

A man with strong silver will live more than three hundred years.

But in reality, no one has ever lived that long.

The stronger the strength, the greater the responsibility. Every silver powerhouse shoulders the important responsibility of the continuation of the ethnic group, and all they need to face are terrifying existences.

One by one, silver fell, and one after another came up.

One after another, it continues to this day.

Mo Shang.

He is one of the silver masters who has lived long enough, and is only slightly younger than the Zhao family royal family’s ‘strongest man in the Hongze Region’.

It is difficult to verify this person's achievements, but the Xiaolangdao Library has recorded several "little things" about him.

Break a mountain with one punch!

Ten breaths can plow several miles of land and kill nearly ten thousand ferocious beasts!

Entering a volcano to fight a flaming beast, causing the earth's crust to shake for hundreds of miles, and finally tearing the beast apart with both hands under extremely high temperatures!

This kind of existence almost goes beyond the category of ‘human’.

Judging from the earth's technological weapons, there are only a few that can threaten his existence, and there are only a few that can kill Bai Yin.

"Uh-huh!"

"Uh-huh!"

"..."

Figures flew towards the hillside one after another, landing not far away and holding hands in the distance:

"Junior, I have met Senior Mo!"

Zhou Jia also followed everyone to the small hillside. Thanks to the black iron master's amazing eyesight, he was able to see this person's appearance clearly.

He is not tall, even a little short.

His skin is as smooth as jade, his eyes are piercing, and he is energetic and high-spirited. Few people would believe him if he said he was a centenarian.

Only the white hair all over the sky, flying in the wind, looks a little unusual.

In Zhou Jia's perception, Mo Shang's existence is mysterious and unique, completely different from others.

His breath seemed to be integrated with the world. It was clearly visible to the naked eye, but there was nothing on the top of the mountain.

Instead, there was a will that covered several miles, quietly scanning the people in the field.

This will is so huge and vast that it is simply unbelievable.

Zhou Jia has no doubt that Mo Shang's one thought can set off howling winds, thunder and rain, and turn what he thinks into reality.

Heaven and man are one!

he,

Within a few miles of here, there is the sky!

silver!

If ordinary steps are like grass and trees, they will fall down when the wind blows.

Black iron is like a mound, standing firmly on the earth, steady and solid.

The existence of the silver level is like a majestic mountain, reaching down to the earth's crust and touching the blue clouds, overwhelming all directions, and it is incomparable.

Mo Shang didn't seem to like making noise. She waved her long sleeves lightly and her voice was ethereal and unreal, but clear and could be heard, spreading to everyone present:

"Using the hillside below me as the core, remember not to stay away before the fragments of the world appear. Choose a place to stay and disperse!"

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Looking at the tree house in front of him, Zhou Jia felt emotional.

How long has it been?

I have never stayed in a tree house since I left Huojiabao. Now that I saw it again, I felt an inexplicable sense of intimacy.

"Uncle Zhou."

Luo Xiuying clapped her hands lightly and said with a smile:

"How about it?"

"Although I live in the inner city in Huojiabao, I have also built a tree house. Three bedrooms and one living room are more than enough for the two of us."

"Yeah." Zhou Jia nodded:

"It's really good."

Perhaps daughters are naturally more careful than men, and the same is true for Luo Xiuying.

The tree house was excavated quite carefully, and there was even a quiet room for Zhou Jia to practice, and there were also decent tables, chairs, and benches.

"What an exquisite tree house." Feng Xiao walked closer, her beautiful eyes flashing:

"Brother Zhou, if it's not too much trouble, how about asking your maid to help me open a place nearby? I can give you the Origin Stone as a reward."

Luo Xiuying's expression froze and she looked a little ugly.

Even looking at the carefully decorated tree house, I feel tired.

She had always felt that Feng Xiao had a good personality. Although he was careless, it was just a sign of his cheerful personality and he didn't have much scheming.

Only discovered it now.

The other party's cheerfulness was only because the target of his speech was Zhou Jia, who was a 'handmaid', and he did not take it seriously from beginning to end.

It is an existence that can be dispatched at will.

"Sorry." Zhou Jia said in a calm voice:

"Xiuying is my junior. She needs to prepare well during this period. If she is in danger in the fragmented world, I will not be able to explain to her father."

"Really?" Feng Xiao raised his eyebrows, and his face gradually turned cold:

"forget about it."

Watching the other party leave, Zhou Jia shook his head slightly.

He knew very well that the other party was displeased and might even have a bad feeling, but he didn't take it seriously. Human hearts are like this and hard to figure out.

Even if you have friends who laugh and talk, you may fall out over a trivial matter.

This is also the reason why Zhou Jia doesn't like to talk too much.

"Uncle Zhou." Luo Xiuying's face was filled with joy, but she couldn't help but whisper:

"Actually, it doesn't matter. It's not troublesome anyway. There's no need to offend Senior Feng Xiao."

"If you are concerned about such things, it would be better if these people didn't know." Zhou Jia shook his head:

"Go back to your house and practice, and try not to go out."

"yes."

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time,

Day by day passes.

More and more people are gathering here.

"That is Bi Jian. He is from the He family. He just changed his surname to Bi because of the previous generation. The He family did not dislike it and has been fully supporting him."

"The He family made the right choice. Bi Jian is now in the late Black Iron stage, only one step away from the peak, and has no resentment towards the He family."

"Zhang Jiucheng!"

"He actually came too."

Zhou Jia turned his head when he heard the sound and looked at a man with fluttering sleeves.

Zhang Jiucheng, a disciple of the Zhang family, with peak Black Iron cultivation, the core true successor of the inner sect of the Xuantian Alliance, is an existence on the same level as Wu Shidao.

Behind him, there were more than ten people, each of whom had a powerful aura.

"Bah!"

A cry came from the sky.

Hearing the sound, he looked up and saw a huge bird falling from the sky.

The bird spreads its wings for a hundred meters, and its feathers are like swords, reflecting the metallic luster under the scorching sun. The flashing of its wings makes the wind howl.

Even Zhou Jia couldn't help but narrow his eyes and retreat when faced with the strong wind.

Several people not far away were even more desperate. They were swept away by the strong wind. They shouted loudly and landed heavily a hundred feet away.

"call……"

The giant bird folded its wings and landed lightly on the ground, with several figures jumping down from it.

"Royalty!"

"People from the Zhao family!"

"They're here too?"

Zhou Jia's ears trembled slightly and his eyes fell on one of them.

The man was dressed in golden armor and carried an extremely exaggerated heavy sword on his back. His whole body was radiating golden light as he walked towards the top of the mountain.

The pinnacle of black iron!

"It's Zhao Changning!"

"This generation of the royal family is most likely to become a master of silver. It is said that the giant sword on his back was forged by the strongest man himself."

"Everyone in the Zhao family is indeed outstanding in appearance, and both men and women are instant choices."

"Be careful, can you say this casually?"

So many masters!

Zhou Jia glanced around, his eyes moving slightly.

Although the royal family and the Xuantian Alliance were on the same page, looking at the atmosphere at the venue, many people showed hostility when the Zhao family appeared.

Not just the Zhao family!

Everyone present was not of the same mind to each other.

The people led by Wu Shidao and Zhang Jiucheng were also hostile to each other.

Even the major branches are competing with each other, and even the disciples of the same branch may not be as eager to kill them as quickly as he and Yang Shizhen.

Zhou Jia could see things like this, and there was no reason why the powerful Silver Man should not know about them.

I don't know what Mo Shang was thinking. Maybe he was too lazy to pay attention to it, maybe he didn't have enough time, but he never mentioned it from beginning to end.

Now that he is here, no one dares to act rashly.

Entering the world of fragments...

But it’s hard to say!

"Boom!"

There was a sudden roar in the sky, Zhou Jia's heart tightened, and he raised his head suddenly.

In the vast sky, a stream of light penetrated the white clouds, bringing out curls of smoke from behind, heading straight for this place.

"boom!"

"Uh-huh!"

The stream of light fell at an astonishing speed, causing the trees to droop, and everyone's hearts trembling with fear. When they came closer, they actually fell to the ground lightly.

silver!

Another strong man of silver.

Such arrogance, coupled with the flying birds that appeared before.

The person coming must be Zhao Liang, a silver expert from the Zhao family of the royal family. He became a silver expert thirty years ago. It is said that he is just over six years old and can be called a genius.

Zhou Jia looked away, his ears trembling slightly, listening to the wind with all his strength.

For more than ten miles around, many voices came to my ears one after another.

Master!

It's much more than that.

The military, rogues, and some foreign races also appeared nearby unknowingly, including many late-stage Black Iron warriors.

The masters gathered together, dragons and snakes danced wildly.

Zhou Jia sighed in his heart, clenched his fist as big as a sand bowl, and felt the powerful power in his body. He finally felt a sense of security. It seemed that his choice was not wrong.

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A steady drizzle.

The sky was filled with haze, and it was all gray and black.

Like thick ink splashed on rice paper, the clouds are dark and heavy, showing heavy depression.

In the haze.

A ruin-like city stands between heaven and earth, with tall towers pointing straight to the sky, and countless vines quietly covering the tall buildings.

The city walls are in ruins and everything is in ruins.

On the once bustling road, broken down cars were passing by in disorder. As the breeze blew by, half of the paper was floating in the rain.

The paper fell to the ground and was soaked by the rain.

The text and images on it gradually became blurred, and only a few lines of large characters could be seen.

"On the third day of September, Sun Ting, the leader of the new generation of jade girls...played the violin...at the Jicheng Grand Theater..."

And that text.

It’s a Chinese character!

"Wow..."

A pool of blood spilled onto the ground, washing away the words and patterns on the advertising paper.

A miserable, desperate cry,

Break the tranquility.