Manual Aura Resuscitation, the Start Leads To the Cultivator

"Manual aura recovery, the start leads to the cultivator (

A few hours later.

Professor Yang left again by plane from England.

He also left a plan for the Nirvana Plan. He also invited senior officials from England and aerospace experts to discuss the grand plan for Recovery Island on the 12th of next month.

A few more hours later.

Professor Yang ran around again and left from Germany and France...

A few more hours later.

A country in Europe.

Professor Yang was finally detained in the airport.

"Sir, you need to wait here, please don't embarrass us."

A superintendent said very sorry.

The people behind Professor Yang were filled with indignation:

"What do you want to do?"

"Why not let us leave?"

"what reason?"

"Return the phone to us, we have to communicate with our embassy!"

"Return the phone to us!"

"Why not let us contact our country?"

Professor Yang sat in the resting chair and waved his hand wearily: "Forget it, no matter how loud it is, it won't help. Wait."

A young intern lowered his voice and said anxiously: "Professor Yang, they want to keep you here, don't you understand?"

Professor Yang smiled and said, "I am a fish as a knife. What can you do if you don't understand it on other people's turf?"

"Then what shall we do?"

"Wait!"

"Waiting for what?"

"Every one of us has a GPS, so what if we receive a mobile phone? I bet you, our country already knows it. They think they can't communicate with a mobile phone? Stupid..."

Professor Yang didn't worry at all, and sat firmly on the Diaoyutai.

No precaution for such a big scientist to go abroad?

at this time.

In the office of the country.

A middle-aged man looked out the window silently, smoking cigarette after cigarette. He had already sat here smoking a full half pack of cigarettes, but he still didn't stop.

"Sir, I have checked it out. They have indeed spread the Nirvana plan to a total of nine countries..."

The person at the window did not speak, but sighed:

"Let them go. Where are they going next?"

"They are flying to Italy this time."

The man in front of the window pinched out the cigarette butt, closed his eyes and said:

"Send them away with the highest etiquette. Four fighters were transferred from the Air Force Command and escorted them with the highest etiquette, and they have been escorted to the Rome airport."

The secretary's eyes widened in astonishment:

"We... if we keep him, our research in the field of aerospace will advance by leaps and bounds. He is the real scientist in this field. Instead of keeping them, we will send them away with such etiquette?"

"Yeah. Go and do it!"

"…Yes!"

After the secretary left.

‘Crack—’ He lit a cigarette again, smoked one after another, looking at the city group outside the window in a daze.

Gradually, his eyes became moist. He didn't know why, he didn't know. How long can he still see the steel forest outside, which was once so troublesome, and he has been tired of seeing it every day, and the bustling and congested city center?

"Everyone is working hard for a hundred years from now?"

After a long time, he asked himself:

"A hundred years later, which generation is that? My grandson’s grandson? The first generation, billions of people have worked hard and sacrificed, and abolished three generations in order to send out all the fourth generation? The first three generations will do everything. I can't do it anymore, there is no more enjoyment, no entertainment, no time to waste, just for an unreachable task that I don't know whether it can be completed, to give all my youth and life."

He asked himself, if it was himself, would he be willing to sacrifice?

It was initially rejected. Future generations, what to do with me?

After a hundred years, the dust will return to the dust, what will future generations do with me?

But for some reason, thinking about it, suddenly my heart gradually became affirmation.

"I do!"

He stood up and went out...

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Recovery island.

Tang Yin ended the battle at the cost of a broken arm.

The twentieth game, followed by the start!

The fight continues. In fact, the people of the Recovery Group want to say it, since Zhou Xianfu's purpose is to let the world see such an expert.

I saw it.

enough.

The goal has been achieved, can it be over? Stop fighting anymore, right?

Don't die anymore...

But there is no way to end it.

Because the people from the Recovery Group really saw the rest of the players off the court. At this time, I was gearing up, and I was looking forward to coming to power at this time. At this time, all are looking forward to it!

They know... even if the organizing committee ends the game. Then they will continue to fight in private, right?

At that time, it may not be fair anymore, and you can compete with whoever you catch. It would be better to continue the event, at least Zhou Xianfu’s list does not exist in order to bully the small...

This is a game that cannot end once it starts!

Mortality-60%.

In the courtyard of the villa, ten innate strong men sat on the ground, with shocked faces listening to the men who were sitting on the ground just like them.

Behind him, there were shouts of killing and excitement from the ring.

And here, is a young man's whisper.

He was wearing a white shirt, spotlessly clean. The sea breeze kept passing his hair, he just smiled and looked at the ten people present.

Like an old friend.

Like an old classmate I haven't seen for many years.

But the bodies of ten people couldn't help trembling at this moment.

Yihui's eyes widened, and she asked in horror:

"So, after only one hundred and eighty days, the cold hits. The world will starve and die? The poor monk thought that when I came from loneliness, all I can see is hope. But I am about to face even more loneliness?"

Zhou Xianfu sighed, "Actually, cold is not the cause of our death. It is when we lose light and heat forever."

"How can we save this land under our feet?"

Ji Jixue said that his eyes seemed a little urgent and a little expectant. He doesn't care about life and death, or the change of dynasties, because he has lived for countless years and has already seen it through. I have known for a long time that that is the law of historical cycles, that is the law of the change between the old and the new.

But now, what is the change, what is the cycle. It's almost gone.

He is Wu Chi. But there is no one in the world, who are you invincible to show to?

They have already experienced a hundred years of loneliness and don’t want to be alone again...

Zhou Xianfu shook his head: "At present, we can't save the earth under our feet. But in the future we can give it a new life. All the burdens are placed on the shoulders of those of us. I will preach to the world, I will preach, and you will Will serve as a model for human beings."

Zhou Xianfu considered this for a long time.

He is the only cultivator in the world, and everyone's motivation for cultivating immortals is not that powerful.

But if there is an example and an ‘example’, then most people will think that ‘I’m going to do it.’ Zhou Xianfu wants this attitude!

He is going to preach to the world, and then these ten people will go to all over the world to establish sects, call the king the ancestor, or open academies. Get closer, and guide more people to practice more demonstratively.

Four billion people cultivate, this is a task. It is not the answer.

If possible, Zhou Xianfu wants everyone in the world to be strong!

But obviously, this is impossible. Some people are not thinking about it here, some people are also suffering without guidance, some people are not savvy enough, and some people will go astray. With the addition of these ten people, as well as the participation of those outside boxing masters, this can maximize the benefits!

For example, four billion preachers. Suppose a hundred years later, only 50 million strong will appear among the four billion people.

Then, with the participation of these people Ji Jixue who started a school, a hundred years later, there may even be hundreds of millions of strong people, or even a billion strong people, among the four billion people.

This is the difference between guided and unguided. Of course, geniuses are geniuses wherever they are placed, and they may not need guidance. But... geniuses are in the minority.

Ji Ji needed a deep breath, a long-lost raging fire flashed in his eyes, although he didn't know what Zhou Xianfu was going to do. But he knows that after today, the future will surely prosper globally.

This is the world he is happy to see!

Just ask, if you start a sect by yourself. Thousands of people in the future gate are all disciples and grandchildren. All are warriors. How passionate is this? Well, isn't it just calling the king the ancestor?

Jiang Fu'er seemed not interested in all of this, but looked at Zhou Xianfu excitedly:

"So, you are a cultivator?"

Zhou Xianfu looked back and saw the raging fire in his eyes, which was a fighting spirit, and chuckled, "Are you not convinced?"

The eagerness in Jiang Fu'er's eyes flashed, and she calmed down. He couldn't see through Zhou Xianfu so far, and he was afraid that he would die here. I'm still young, and I have a bigger future than these old gangsters.

Jiang Fu'er shook his head quickly: "No."

Zhou Xianfu smiled as he was about to say something, but suddenly his expression changed.

He suddenly felt a feeling of palpitations. It's a cold back, and it's a very bad premonition.

Inexplicably, he felt that at this moment, someone was observing himself. The experience of the two lives told him that it might be time to silence.

Zhou Xianfu recalled that when he first came ten years ago, he had seen someone standing in the clouds saying something. He was quite sure that there must be immortal cultivators in this world, but he did not attract them.

But now, after experiencing this kind of palpitations, Zhou Xianfu seemed to understand something.

Zhou Xianfu stood up and said, "Everyone, I am looking forward to the battle of tomorrow."

This is serving tea to see guests off. Although everyone felt a little uncomfortable, they were halfway through the conversation. Everyone still didn't know what Zhou Xianfu's plan was. They didn't know what Zhou Xianfu's plan was for him.

Is this going to disperse?

Yihui took a deep look at Zhou Xianfu, and he always felt that Zhou Xianfu was only half talking. It seems that something happened.

"Okay, Mr. Zhou, see you tomorrow."

"Mr. Zhou, goodbye."

"Farewell!"

Before leaving, Jiang Fu'er looked back at Zhou Xianfu step by step, seemingly a little bit sad. UU reading www.uukanshu. Com seemed a little urgent, as if he wanted to see how Zhou Xianfu, the immortal cultivator, was better than himself.

Like him, there is Yu Lianzhou. Yu Lianzhou also kept turning around and wanted to say something, but repeatedly he wanted to say nothing. Forget it, let's talk tomorrow.

Standing at the door and sending everyone away, the cold sweat behind Zhou Xianfu had already soaked his white shirt!

At this time, he felt a tremendous pressure coming. That kind of pressure is unprecedented, and I have never experienced it. Maybe Ji Jixue waited for someone to leave for a few seconds before he could see Zhou Xianfu gaffe...

He raised his head, and the sky was blue and blue.

Plenty of sunshine.

The clouds are sparse.

There is a cloud in the shape of an eye, overlooking the earth.

Zhou Xianfu felt uneasy in his heart, and a bad premonition appeared in his heart. It seemed... that he might be hindered by preaching the world by himself.

At this moment, a faint sigh that sounded as good as a silver bead, but indifferent to the extreme, resounded in Zhou Xianfu's ears:

"I haven't observed the world for a long time, but such a big change has already occurred. Child, why are you doing this? Alas, my hand is light, leaving some remnants in this world."

Zhou Xianfu suddenly shrank his pupils.

Looking up in amazement.

The cloud above the sky was originally just the outline of an eye, but now it has become extremely clear.

that!

It's just an eye!

PS: Phew... Twenty more.

Is there a leader? Are there any rewards? Have you ordered all of them?

Hahaha, the 20th on the shelf has exploded. Shuang Shuang Shuang!

After a depressing month, only two shifts a day, finally breathed out. Comfortable, comfortable!

Twenty more. This is really...

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