The Hardest Opening System in History

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read2();　　 The next day, the weather was clear, and the city of Shenjing under the sun was gradually recovering.

　　 When Zhao Yu sat in the carriage and stepped into the Dao Palace’s new disciple school again, all the disciples were already waiting in their seats and saluteed respectfully.

It may be because the harvest from this trip to Tiger Lying Mountain is quite fruitful, or it may be that a girl gave him a food box last night, so today he looked at the young girl sitting below, which was particularly pleasing to his eyes, and even revealed With a smile, two beautiful dimples appeared faintly.

Since learning that the situation of Human Race and Da Xia is not optimistic, the new disciples of Dao Gong seem to have undergone a spiritual baptism. Everyone has become calmer, especially Xu Hao, Thin Han Wenxing and Fatty. Qiu Hengji looked at the little gentleman at the desk with different expressions.

Xu Hao’s eyes are not only worship or worship. Yesterday, I heard the second sister who returned to the mansion said that the fierce man who was about his size in front of him gently drew his elder sister’s hair in full view. The beast tendons are used to tie the waist decoration, how free and easy this is in Xu Hao's eyes!

　　 The most important thing is that his eldest sister did not resist, like a docile little cat, who is a fearsome tigress on weekdays.

The skinny Han Wenxing’s eyes revealed admiration and a hint of sympathy. In the past few days, he has received information about Emperor Daxia’s grandson collected by his family, as well as everything he has done on his way back to Beijing. What kind of situation Zhao Yu faced.

　　 The thin man saw himself in Zhao Yu, but he couldn't do what Huang Taisun did, so he admired it. At the same time, the thin man knew that Zhao Yu had to bear more, bear more, and be more dangerous, so he still had a trace of sympathy.

The emotions in Fatty’s eyes were even more complicated. After the Slender told him vaguely that Zhao Yu did not kill everyone on the island, he no longer hated Zhao Yu, but for some reason, a voice in his heart kept telling him, Must win the top ten of this martial arts competition, and then stand upright in front of him.

　　 Is this the so-called self-esteem? Fatty thought a little self-deprecating.

　　 Time passed, and it was almost time to open the hall in a blink of an eye. Today is the big day, Liuli City and the Xuemin tribe will arrive at Shenjing City at noon, and there is a grand ceremony for watching the ceremony.

　　 In other words, Daxia Mountain and Sea ranked second, and the only land **** on the vast land of Shenzhou, the queen of the northern snowfields will enter Shenjing today.

The Ministry of Rites has issued a notice that it will be greeted five miles in advance outside the Suzaku Gate of Shenjing, so the vicinity of Suzaku Gate is already overcrowded at this time, all coming to see the respect of the saint, and the new disciples in the school are also They were all eager to try, waiting to watch them together after the hall.

　　 At the end of the class, Zhao Yu was about to clean up the things on the desk. One hand was raised below, and a female voice came, with a little cowardice.

　　 "Sir, you said before how to slaughter a saint in the virtual world, I want to ask, what kind of existence is a saint?"

　　 Zhao Yu's eyes narrowed slightly, and for an instant it seemed as if he had returned to the Tsing Yi Alley under the pouring rain. The huge beam of light that penetrates the sky and the earth, a white and flawless finger, detached from time and space, constantly enlarged in his eyes.

　　 "Sir, sir?"

It wasn't until the female voice below sounded again that Zhao Yu came back to his senses and said, "The saint is an infinite existence in a finite world, and a avenue of heaven and earth that walks through the world. It is as strong as you can imagine. How strong."

　　 After hearing this, more and more disciples gathered around Zhao Yu.

　　 "Ah, isn't the saint invincible, why would he be killed?" Xu Haoying's voice was surprised.

"The only way to kill a saint has always been the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, but the Dao is lacking and is not complete. Therefore, the saint still has a lifespan and will still die, but the appearance is not old." Zhao Yu closed the Taoist theory in his hand, slowly Speak.

　　 The two saints died because of him. The Master transferred to him the opportunity to baptize the body on the Heaven and Earth Avenue after sanctification, and finally returned to the Avenue because he could not bear the power of the land fairyland.

In the early autumn of luck, the old lady forced to become a holy, and the principles of the great road were not fully understood. After being holy, there were only ten breaths to live, but Zhao Yu forcibly smashed into the beam of holy light, and isolated the laws of heaven and earth with stars from outside the sky. Unable to come, so in a strict sense, the luck of the old lady's sanctification failed. It was only half-holy, but that was it, and it was unparalleled. If the system happened to be turned on, the saint had already killed Zhao Yu.

　　 The power of a saint, terrifying!

　　 "Then the Liuli City Lord who came to Shenjing this time has the Ice and Snow Avenue." Another girl asked innocently.

　　 "Then I don't know, and I haven't seen this saint, but you can go to Suzakumen to see now, and then come back and tell Mr."

At this time, Zhuquemen is already crowded. Under the martial law of Sitianjian and Gyeonggi Prefecture, except for the streets in the middle, the rest of the place is occupied by human shadows, especially the high-rise restaurants along the road. An excellent observation location is even harder to find.

Five miles away from Zhuquemen, a group of men and horses is stopping. The leader is an old man riding a horse. He is a burly man. He wears only a single coat under the cold wind. The blood is like a dragon. It is the bow of Daxia. Wei Guogong Xu Win.

Next to 　　 is Shang Shu You Tingjian, who is also riding a horse. Although he is middle-aged, his face is jade and suave.

　　 Behind him, the three armies, red, black, and silver, stood silently and clearly distinguished. They lined up quietly, but they shattered all the wind and clouds in the sky on the half of the capital city. The endless murderous intent overflowed and released strong pressure.

　　Pengri, Shenwei, and Youchi three upper four armies, led by deputy commanders, each came to a target, Guan Zhengqing was in the row, sitting on top of Youchi leader, with a solemn expression.

　　 Wei Guogong on horseback, Mr. Xu, looked forward and narrowed his eyes slightly. He rode his horse forward two steps and said, "Here."

A snow-white carriage appeared in sight. It was a four-headed white beast with a single horn and a horse like a horse. The carriage was driven by a young girl wearing a fox jacket. Big, skin crystal clear as snow.

Behind the carriage followed a long line of people, all of them wearing white coats, burly in shape, with strong hair, and what's more, they only wore a short coat, showing strong and sturdy arms, sitting down on a snow beast. Extraordinary, the color on his face is very strong while traveling.

　　 Before Wei Guogong rode his horse to the carriage, he clasped his fists and said:

　　 "The lord of the Liuli city is coming, and there is a long miss. The regent has already hosted a banquet in the White Emperor Palace. Please follow me into the city."

　　 "Thank you for the kindness of the regent, the old man has been away for many years, don't come unharmed." A voice came from the carriage, like the orchid in the empty valley, and the snow lotus on the top of the snow-capped mountain, refreshing.

　　 A pair of white and flawless jade hands opened the curtain of the carriage, revealing the voice and shadow of a woman, her figure is plump and graceful, but her face is vague, as if she is enveloped by a light, which makes it hard to see.

Mr. Xu nodded and rode his horse forward. The curtains of the carriage were lowered again, and the long line marched towards the Zhuque Gate of the capital city. When the young men of the Xuemin tribe in the line passed by the front of the Fourth Army, their eyes were frivolous. , Wantonly inquiring, full of provocative meaning.

The third son of King Bei’an, the deputy commander made Jiang Tu a cold snort, and the Japanese army behind him took a step forward at the same time. The Xuemin tribe sat down with a whimper and fell directly on the ground, shivering and snowing. The formation of the civilian team suddenly became chaotic.

　　 The people who were waiting eagerly at Zhuque Gate of the God Capital suddenly felt that the temperature dropped sharply, and the cold was even worse. They stretched out their hands, only to find snowflakes slowly falling on it under the sun.

　　 The saint descended, and the sun fell in the sun.