Gao Wu: I Rely On Lottery To Build Sects

I'm afraid that the rankings in the Golden Legend at that time were all top-notch!

Now! The golden legend is a martial artist of the Martial King Realm!

Ye Chen was very envious of this, even a little golden legend would be enough for Ye Chen to be excited for three days and three nights.

Now whoever has a strong Martial King Realm in his hands is your father!

But the half-step Martial King in Ye Chen's hands is still half a Martial King, and at the moment of the Martial King Realm, he is invincible. If the strength is strong, maybe you can worship the wrist with the weaker King Realm powerhouse.

Just when everyone was gathering to prepare, Ye Chen happened to check the information of the rest of his subordinates when he had nothing to do.

Most of the seven-level, eighth-level and ninth-level martial arts and martial arts are all earth-level, except for Fang Tianqi, only two or three ninth-level martial arts have a sky-level martial skill. There isn't even a single Heavenly Rank skill!

The yellow rank corresponds to warriors of ranks one to three, the mysterious rank corresponds to martial masters of ranks four to six, the earth rank corresponds to masters of ranks seven to nine, and the heaven rank corresponds to the strong ones of the King of Martial Realm.

It's no wonder that the Heaven-level skills are so powerful, they can make Ye Chen's strength cross so many realms to fight. According to this, Fang Tianqi, who has three Heaven-level skills, must also be able to fight across levels?

Even Fang Tianqi, who is at the half-step King Realm, cannot upgrade his skills like Ye Chen, not to mention perfection, even if he is a master, it is possible to challenge beyond the next level.

Ye Chen is not sure about this, and Wang Jingyao will know when Fang Tianqi enters the ground with real swords and guns.

The people who were ready were led by Ye Chen to the Catacomb in a hurry!

Zhao Family, the capital of magic!

"Who killed my son, find out for me, I want his life to be worse than death!"

A middle-aged man angrily threw the teacup in his hand to the ground, and there was a crisp sound, and the teacup instantly shattered.

The aura that belonged exclusively to the eighth-rank grand master continued to press down on the surroundings.

The servant girls in the room were so frightened that they knelt on the ground and kept trembling.

"My son, your death is so miserable! Zhao, if you don't avenge your son, I will die for you too, woo woo woo~~!"

A beautiful woman knelt on the ground crying.

"Brother, I heard that their power is extremely powerful, and there is even a ninth-level golden master!"

A middle-aged man beside him frowned and said.

"As the head of the Zhao family, I can't even protect my own son. How can I protect this family? Come with me to see the ancestor! I beg the ancestor to be the master!"

After finishing speaking, he snorted coldly and left the room.

The patriarch of the Zhao family, Zhao Yi, is a master at the pinnacle of the eighth level, and his four brothers are all at the eighth level.

Zhao Wanquan, the patriarch of the Zhao family, is now 160 years old, only 40 years away from his birthday, if he doesn't break through to become King Wu, "I'm afraid it will only be 40 years.

Therefore, the ancestors of the Zhao family have been shutting down the death test, in order to break through the realm and have a chance to survive!

But the ancestor of the Zhao family is only at the beginning of the ninth level of cultivation at this time, it is impossible for forty years!

We all know that once one becomes a martial artist, some minor illnesses will never be cured again, and one can prolong one's life by practicing to a high level.

Nowadays, the life expectancy of ordinary people does not even exceed eighty, and many people even die in pain after reaching seventy.

As long as he becomes a seventh-order master, Shouyuan will have a hundred years without suffering from diseases. The eighth-rank grand master will increase his lifespan by fifty years, and his lifespan will reach one hundred and fifty years.

Ninth-rank golden body master Shouyuan added another fifty years, reaching a terrifying two hundred years.

It is said that as long as one becomes a strong person in the Martial King Realm, one's lifespan will break through to three hundred years, which is directly increased by one hundred years.

Therefore, for those ninth-level peak golden body masters whose lifespan is about to expire, the desire for broken mirrors is very great.

"The current head of the Zhao family, Zhao Yi, is asking to see the ancestor!"

I saw Zhao Yi kneeling outside a secret room, shouting constantly.

"Why bother this old man's retreat!"

A low voice came from the secret room, the door opened with a bang, and an old man with white hair walked out.

The sharp eyes stared at Zhao Yi straight.

Zhao Yi quickly informed the matter, and added fuel and vinegar to escalate the incident.

"Hmph! It's just a brat, I don't know what kind of crooked method he used to recruit a ninth-level golden body master as his subordinate, and built some unknown sect!"

"Leave this matter to me. After I contact the old man, I will destroy the Wu Jizong in a few days. Otherwise, people will think that my Zhao family is easy to bully!"

After Zhao Wanquan finished speaking to Zhao Yi with a fierce look, he got up and left.

"Ye Chen, I want you to die without a place to bury you!"

Zhao Yi stood up and whispered viciously.

In just one day, the Zhao family had gathered nearly a hundred martial artists of the fifth and sixth ranks, thirty grand masters of the seventh rank, and fifteen grand masters of the eighth rank.

Now only the ancestor, the high-level combat power, is left.

"Why hasn't the ancestor come here! Will he not come?"

Zhao Yi walked back and forth anxiously at this time, muttering a few words from time to time.

"々. I said big brother, I'm dizzy from you spinning around. Also, we agreed to win Wu Jizong, and I will share 20% of the spoils!"

A carefree middle-aged man said with a dog's tail flower in his mouth, frowning.

"Fourth brother, keep your focus and stop messing around!"

As the second brother, Zhao Long immediately scolded.

Just when the fourth brother Zhao Wulong wanted to refute, four terrifying breaths came from a distance.

"coming!"

Zhao Yi felt a familiar atmosphere, so he shouted happily.

I saw four old men flying down from the sky, each of them exuded a dangerous aura.

"Old dog Zhao! This is the Zhao family that you have developed for so long, it's not good, it can't compare with my Jin family at all!"

I saw an old man named Jin Shifeng tauntingly stroking his long beard.

"Hmph, why, Jin Daya, do you want to fight?"

"Hit and hit, who is afraid of you!"

Just when the two rolled up their sleeves and started working, another old man separated them!

"Enough, the four of us (Nuo Wanghao) gathered today, not to watch you two quarrel, but to help Wan Quan deal with this matter first, and you two can fight wherever you like!"

The one who spoke was Yang Feng, who was the strongest among the four, a golden body master in the mid-ninth level, and the other three were all early-level ninth level.

Among the four, only Zhao Wanquan and Jin Feiang belonged to the big family, and the other two were casual cultivators.

The relationship between the four of them is extremely good. Although Zhao Wanquan and Jin Feiang quarrel easily, the relationship between the two is stronger than anyone else, so Zhao Wanquan is in trouble [Jin Feiang is the first to stand up to help.

"Old dog Zhao, why did a little new Wuji sect make such a big fuss? It even gave away all your possessions! We brothers can easily solve it?"

Seeing that Zhao Wanquan summoned all the vital forces of the family, Jin Feiang couldn't help but tease.

Zhao Wanquan immediately counterattacked: "Your family is so big, why are you here alone? Even this little person is unwilling to give up, you will die!"

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