Grandmaster of Heroes

From the eighth floor of the Hou Tu Xuan Jing to the great consummation of the eighth floor, it seems to be only a short cultivation journey, but this is an extremely difficult cultivation.

I don't know how many master cultivators are stuck in this step.

Some masters also have upper limits for Qi practice.

Just like the Changchun Zhenyang Gong that Xu Zhi has practiced before, breaking through to the master stage is the limit, and then unable to sprint to a higher level.

Masters are at the beginning, middle, and higher levels.

Towards the master's consummation, every step of Qi-Qi practice is full of hard work, and cultivation is becoming more and more difficult.

For Xu Zhi, his difficulties have been solved.

It is difficult for a master cultivator to earn his net worth and to purchase corresponding medicine.

Many valuable medicines have been swallowed from time to time, and then refined into thick soil Xuan Jing.

The level of the Hou Tu Xuan Jing is slowly elevated from time to time.

Returning to being an otaku, Xu Zhi nests in the inspection mansion every day, constantly tempering his Qi practice.

This was the only obstacle to his marching towards the guru.

Many important things were left behind by him.

After waiting for a long time, he waited to enter the guru, opened the second bridge in the world, and raised his soul.

Compared with the power of the master-level combat power, the beauty of the spiritual power and the magic of the soul, the soul's subtlety attracts him all the time.

He is different from ordinary masters and guru, and has taken a different path.

At his level of cultivation, his spirit has almost risen to the limit that ordinary people can reach, and what limits him is his own shortcomings.

Just as there is an upper limit, only a higher level can break this limit and make further development.

Time from October, slowly into the spring, and slowly into the summer.

Many great medicines are exhausted, and Xu Zhi only feels that his thick soil Xuan Jing has reached the Great Consummation, and he is only close to the door, so he can jump to the position of guru.

He was not impatient at this time.

As Xu Zhi had said before, he might have become a master when he might get up after sleeping.

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More than half a year after the end of the Xia Nong war, Xu Zhi ushered in an agency contract.

Originated from Mystra.

Mistelio’s agency contract: I’ve said that I’ll give you a chance. Come down to the lower realm.

Contract: Mysterious Magical Experience x1.

In the campaign of conquering Xia Nong, Xu Zhi felt that Mistreo was a little hurt.

Somehow, Lien was blown into a big explosion, and the gods of the whole body disguised themselves.

Lien didn't find it again.

Of course, Lien's end is not good.

Affected by the immortality of youth, Lien may become very young, and slowly become a naughty boy around the age of ten, or he may become an elder. His physical appearance and strength are unspeakable.

Putting Lien in front of him, Xu Zhi felt that Mistreo might not be able to recognize the opponent.

Not to mention the purpose of the war, not even the people were looking for it, let alone prying out what was wanted from Lien’s mouth, Mistreo was hopeless.

Xu Zhi looked at the contract several times and felt that Mistreo wanted to calculate Tanu through him and seek the secret of longevity in Tanu's mouth.

Xu Zhi is happy to be a medium among them.

He Shi Shiran went out of bounds.

With a glimmer of light, Xu Zhi's figure suddenly appeared in a dimly lit building.

There are countless candlelights around, but it is still difficult to illuminate this huge space.

"You came."

Mistreo, who stood in front of Xu Zhi, turned his head quietly, and then Xu Zhi discovered that he was old and withered, and he was a middle-aged man. Now he seems to feel a bit like an old man.

Without requiring him to peep through the panel, Xu Zhi can feel that Mistreo's attributes may have dropped a lot.

"Your Majesty, I'm here," Xu Zhi replied: "You don't look very happy."

"I can't be happy," Mistreo sighed. "The price of death is so heavy that no one wants to try to accept it."

"Don't be sad, I heard that the immortal dies casually, just like playing," Xu Zhi said: "It just costs a little empty gold coins."

"The person who taught you the experience must not have lived too long," Mistreo grinned reluctantly. "Excessive death will lengthen the interval between our resurrection and will also have side effects on our body."

"Young people have squandered capital, we old people..."

Mysterio said a few words and stopped his mouth again. He seemed reluctant to discuss these topics about the elderly.

"You haven't damaged my helmet. This is one of my few treasures. Give me a look back."

The spiritual shield was returned to Mistreo, and he was seen looking up and down.

"Tanu is really in the elemental world?"

Half-loud, only to hear him start asking Xu Zhi some questions, which may involve the content of the contract of the lower bound.

"Ah," Xu Zhi replied.

"Tanu is really a demigod?"

"Yes indeed."

"Then~you~is~ru~he~ learned that Tanu is a demigod?"

Mysterio asked a few words, Xu Zhi only felt that Mysterio's eyes seemed to contain countless temptations.

At this moment, Mistreo is his best buddy.

At this moment, Mistreo is also his best lady.

It can make him push his heart to his brother, and pull out the bedside words to his mother-in-law.

The real thoughts in his mind went out one by one.

"He admitted himself."

"Does he have any unusual performance? I mean to prove that he is a demigod's performance? Or, can he prove that he is the former God of War Tanan?"

"Our mother tree knew him and killed him 885 times, and his memory and magic have never changed."

"Eight hundred and eighty five times."

Mistreo took a deep breath and put his hands down his head. He carefully pulled out the handkerchief in his pocket and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. Xu Zhi then withdrew the vomiting thoughts in his heart.

"You are a mermaid..."

"How have you felt after experiencing the effects of this magic in person?"

Xu Zhigang wanted to say a few words, when he saw Mistreo throwing the spiritual shield to him, and asked him instead.

"Can this magic make Tanu reveal his secret?"

"Miao, Miao unspeakable" Xu Zhi nodded: "This seems to be stronger than the mermaid's hypnotic talent."

It's embarrassing to deal with yourself, but it's really wonderful to deal with others.

Mistreo was mentally retarded, and was obsessed with longevity. Xu Zhi felt that this magic seemed to be the big chance he said.

Magic is in his hands, but it is not a novice treatment.

With the experience provided by the jumpers, as long as he gets started, he is an old driver who has a level 10 level.

"You are really a smart goblin," Mistriou said with emotion: "This is hypnotic magic, and my level of control is naturally stronger than the talents of those two stupid fish."

"More than eight hundred years ago, I met Asina, the mother of these two stupid fish, and became a friend of Mori, so I also learned something from her hands."

"Hypnotism is derived from imitating her talent, even stronger than her talent."

"This allows me to add a nice high-level magic to the lawful magic system."

"Athena is powerful, very good at spiritual ability, and martial arts are also good."

"At the time, I was energetic, agile, very adventurous and deliberate, far stronger than now..."

...

Mistreo muttered to himself, seemingly caught in some kind of memory, dictating some past events.

Older people like to remember and nag about their past.

The same is true of Xu Zheng, and so are some of Xu Zhi’s elders. When he is old, he likes to recollect his past~www.wuxiaspot.com~ No matter whether he is willing and admits, this majesty is really old.

Of course, Xu Zhi felt that he had a much better life than Mo Si's friend.

In the world of the emperor, the objects of communication are also people of this level.

After Misterio's reiteration, Asina in his mouth was obviously the mermaid queen.

"Are you very interested in Asina?" Mysterio asked.

"No," Xu Zhi shook his head again and again: "Just ask casually, how long have you not been in contact with Her Majesty Asina?"

"It's only a few years..." Misterio smiled.

He reached out and took out a small snail from the void, and suddenly saw the gray color on the small snail, and he couldn't help but feel cold.

"How did Asina die?"