What made Sun Fei even more excited was that, as he expected, after completing this task, the fifteen barbarian warriors whose strength had reached the realm of the Great Sun Venerable Rank who were rescued became Sun Fei's summoned warriors just like the previous two times after completing this task in the ordinary, nightmare difficulty world.

This is a reward that does not exist in computer games in the memory of his previous life, which means that Sun Fei can get a chance to summon these fifteen barbarian warriors of the Great Sun Venerable Realm once a day, and each summon lasts for fifteen minutes.

This is a very perverted reward.

Think about it, as long as Sun Fei is willing, he can call out a group of junior brothers of the Great Sun Level Venerable Rank at any time to charge into battle for himself, and he can beat as many people as he wants, which at least ensures that there is almost no one who is the opponent's opponent below the Scorching Sun Level Great Perfection.

After completing this mission, the upper limit of the game time of the day arrived, and Sun Fei withdrew from the Diablo world.

When he came to the real world, Sun Fei did not relax in the slightest, and left according to the record on the [Purple Skill Book] and began to temper his spiritual power.

Although there are golden thighs like Diablo World, Sun Fei has never relaxed his strict requirements for himself, as long as he has time, he will pursue martial arts with an almost masochistic attitude to improve his strength.

In fact, since crossing over to the Azeroth Continent, Sun Fei has spent no more than five hours of rest on average every day, and the rest of the time, except for dealing with some necessary state affairs and fighting against strong enemies, he is cultivating and cultivating.

The dark world is of course the main reason for today's achievements, but Sun Fei's own efforts are also an indispensable factor.

At the edge of the stone cliff of Wusheng Mountain, Sun Fei's body seemed to be frozen, motionless.

Everything around is quiet, and time passes like flowing water.

The night went from dark to thin.

Soon the eastern horizon revealed the whiteness of the fish's belly, and St. Petersburg, which had slept all night, began to slowly recover, and Sun Fei opened his eyes at this time.

He opened his mouth and exhaled softly, and his expression was slightly tired.

The cultivation of spiritual power is like the process of striking iron, if you want to make a peerless sword, you need to temper it a thousand times, if you want to make progress in spiritual power, you also need to practice hard, speaking of which, Sun Fei and Daisler are both extremely talented people in spirit, Daisler is because of the hero's bloodline, has experienced many hardships in the world, and maintains a pure heart, while Sun Fei is because of the soul crossing, the body is integrated with the soul of the past life and this life, which is stronger than ordinary people, so he enters the realm very quickly.

After returning to the thatched cottage and resting for an hour or two, it was already dawning.

At this moment, people came down from the mountain, and a decree came out from the palace, and Emperor Yaxin summoned the Protector of the Martial Saint.

After Sun Fei thought for a while, dressed in a white robe as pure as snow, with white clothes fluttering, with the eight Martial Saint Mountain masters left behind by Krasic, he got off the Martial Saint Mountain in simple clothes, and walked in the city without hurry, walking towards the palace.

When it was about five hundred meters away from the palace, a group of people dressed in gorgeous costumes with indignant expressions on their faces suddenly rushed out from the side and surrounded Sun Fei and the others in the middle.

These people are of different ages, ranging from old men with gray beards to young men with strong blood, blocking Sun Fei's way.

"Bold, who are you, dare to block the way of Lord Martial Saint?"

"My lord, don't get me wrong, we are the representatives of the will of the people of the imperial capital, and we are the people of the empire......" A middle-aged nobleman in his thirties quickly explained.

Dressed in a gorgeous but not luxurious purple robe, his face was fair, obviously very well maintained, his chin had three long black black beards, which had also been carefully trimmed, and the whole person revealed an elegant and handsome atmosphere, which could give people a sense of trust and cordiality, but in the depths of those slender eyes flashed a trace of a very imperceptible yin owl, which was hidden by him very carefully.

The people who followed him, most of them were dressed in gorgeous costumes, and they all seemed to be from noble backgrounds, some had flashing expressions, some were afraid, and some were eager to try, standing behind the purple-robed man, as if they had a plan, lined up, blocking Sun Fei's way.

"Subjects of the Empire?" Sun Fei glanced over everyone's faces, and asked lightly, "Why are you blocking the way of this seat?"

"Your Excellency, forgive us, blocking the Martial Saint's mastery, we are deeply afraid, just for the future of the Empire and you, the Martial Saint, we have to do this," the purple-robed man had a friendly smile on his face, and reported his name: "My lord, my name is Grant, all of you who have followed me are passionate and loyal people who are concerned about the fate of the Empire, we have gathered here to ask the Martial Saint Lord for one thing for the future fate of the Zenit Empire." ”

As he spoke, a large number of people had already gathered.

The time was in the morning, this was a prosperous place, and when I heard the movement here, especially when I heard that Lord Martial Saint Lord Chambord King was nearby, some people who intended to see the demeanor of the Martial Saint gathered over.

Sun Fei frowned.

However, in the depths of the purple-robed nobleman's eyes, a trace of surprise flashed that was extremely imperceptible.

He had studied some of the deeds of King Chambord and found that the young nobleman attached great importance to the commoners, and that the more commoners he could attract today, the better it might be for the success of the plan.

"For the fate of the empire?" Sun Fei casually glanced at the purple-robed nobleman Grant, the corners of his mouth drew a trace of arc, and said with a smile: "Okay, then let's talk about it, what is related to the fate of the empire, the imperial family and this seat are not aware of it, it is up to you to say?"

Sun Fei said with irony.

His Majesty had apparently guessed the intentions of this group of people, and did not hide his ill feelings for them.

The purple-robed Grant's face was slightly embarrassed, but he quickly adjusted, and still had a disguised sincere and friendly smile on his face, and said earnestly: "Lord Martial Saint, you are peerlessly talented, amazing, and you are the second day since the records of the empire, and Chambord City has become a unique huge force in the empire in a short period of time, and you have made great contributions to the attack of the powerful people of Dali Sandro this time......

"Stop, let's talk so much about what to do, let's get down to business. Sun Fei yawned impatiently and waved his hand.

Grant was suffocated, but he didn't expect that in front of everyone, this Martial Saint Lord would not care about his image at all, he gritted his teeth and said loudly: " In this case, Lord Martial Sage, please forgive me, then I will say it bluntly, now Chambord City has tens of thousands of elite soldiers, more than dozens of month-level masters, and you are a top master, such a power has far exceeded the laws of the empire, the restrictions on the strength of the subject countries, the strong ministers and the weak lords, which is extremely unfavorable to the future stability of the empire, even if you are dedicated to the empire, but who can guarantee that those strong people under your command will also put the imperial family in their eyes? Therefore, today, twenty-three of us, at the risk of angering the Martial Saint, begged desperately, please dissolve Chambord City, hand over the moon-level powerhouse to serve the imperial family, and avoid the hidden dangers of the empire. ”

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