Looking at the back of Cheng Hai leaving, the trial stood for a long time and was silent.

The space behind him rippled, and a dustless figure walked in from the conference room. He had been stabbed in seven or eight holes, and his charred wounds were still churning with bubbles, and the injuries were not light.

"What do you think?"

The judge asked, not the slightest concern.

"There is no evidence, no evidence."

Wuchen's face was covered with festering red marks, and he grinned in pain.

"Aren't you too?" The judgment was calm.

"Give me some time."

"You're going to Huaguo?"

"Yes, such a big thing, if I miss it, I will know when I can officially become a regular." Dustless smirked.

"Didn't you hear what the wizard just said?"

"I hear you."

Wuchen smiled, his face full of confidence, "He can't kill me." ”

"So be it."

The judgment turned away calmly, unable to see emotion.

Wuchen sent him off respectfully, with a mysterious smile on his face.

……

Airplanes.

A door opens under the quiet bridge hole, waking up the homeless man sleeping at the bottom of the bridge. He rubbed his eyes and saw a man with a mask on his face and dressed in medieval robes.

"Huh?"

The homeless man looked in disbelief at the vanishing portal, behind which was a thick wall. And the strange man, taking off his coat, walked behind the pillar.

When he reappeared, his mask was gone, and his clothes were back to normal.

"This ...... You ......"

The homeless man pointed at him tremblingly, and the other man also held out a hand to him.

"It's all a dream, keep sleeping."

There was a ripple in front of him, and the homeless man felt only his eyes drowsy, and fell asleep.

"The art of controlling dreams has become a lot more proficient......"

Walking back into the light, Cheng Hai breathed a long sigh of relief.

He had passed the council, but the new troubles were even worse.

Let's not talk about the Blood Moon, the traces he left on the Internet were detected by the trial, and it was very troublesome.

His own traces were well hidden, but the video of Fan Jiang and Ji Youzhu's car had been viewed too much, and if they investigated more deeply, they would probably notice them.

Thinking of this, Cheng Hai dialed Fan Jiang's number.

The trial said he wouldn't come to the south, but he should send Dustless. That guy is in a hurry for quick success, and he will definitely not let go when he catches his tail, and he doesn't know if Fan Jiang, who is also an A-level, can deal with it.

"Hello?"

"Are you alright?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Didn't the owner of Afterlife Street do anything to you?"

"What can I do, I exchanged a few words and left."

"In-depth communication?" Cheng Haiwei laughed.

"If she hears this, you won't even want to walk on the ground this month." Fan Jiang snorted coldly.

"Was it beaten so badly?"

Cheng Hai suddenly wanted to laugh.

Last time, this guy was caught red-handed while scolding her old woman.

Miserable!

"If you have something to say, I have something to do."

"The last time I asked you to help with that topic, something might go wrong."

"What's the problem?"

"Well, it's a long story." Cheng Hai sighed and said, "That ghost has a big organization involved in its back, and someone may follow the traces to find you." If ......"

"How's the strength?"

Fan Jiang interrupted him.

"Probably the level of a low-level judge, maybe higher." Cheng Hai replied.

In this regard, Fan Jiang only replied with two words.

"Indiscriminate killing."

Cheng Hai: "......"

What else can he say besides?

"Anyway, if the other party comes to you, just talk to me, it just so happens that I can't keep this person." Cheng Hai said again.

Fan Jiang helped him a lot, if he really couldn't deal with it, the S-level god would use it.

"Got it."

Fan Jiang's tone was flat, as if he didn't take it to heart.

ended the call with a complicated mood, and Cheng Hai sent another message to Xu Qiufan.

"What are you going to do?" Xu Qiufan replied.

Since the last judge incident, the relationship between them has been stale. After all, he is in a negative position, and Cheng Hai is so nonsense, he definitely can't accept it.

Fortunately, after explaining a few sentences, he agreed to meet tomorrow afternoon.

Now that the entire Hagi Sea will fall into disaster, it is no longer Cheng Hai's business alone. The matter of the Apostolic Council, it is also time for a showdown.

Walking under the noisy night, the traffic on the side of the road is still busy.

Even though he had looked down on the city countless times in the dream of a thousand cats, he was still extremely unfamiliar with everything around him.

"I don't know what will become of this place in a while......

Cheng Hai took a photo and posted a circle of friends - make a note of what the city looks like.

After a while, a reply was received in the message alert.

Cheng Yiyi: "When will you come back?" ”

"Right now! What are you going to eat? ”

Hurriedly replying to the message, Cheng Hai quickened the pace of walking.

……

Early the next morning, Cheng Hai sat alone in the backyard of the study.

The breeze came and blew on his collar. His closed eyes twitched slightly, and his breathing grew longer.

The eaves of a broken corner, the umbrella of the girl shading the sun, the gray king competing for food in the corner, the pictures around the study were reflected in his mind like a slideshow, giving him a feeling of controlling the world.

"Barely getting started."

Cheng Hai opened his eyes and was in a very comfortable mood.

The exercise left in Yan Chixia's memory is called "Xuanxin Dao Jue", which is a standard Taoist cultivation exercise, which is rumored to come from the Kunlun lineage in ancient times.

Unlike the immortal cultivators of the previous generation, due to the fragmentation of the Heavenly Dao, it is difficult for the cultivators of this generation to use the Heavenly Dao Spiritual Qi for their own use, so they can only retreat to the next best thing, turning the spiritual energy into their own mana, and communicating with the heavens and the earth to obtain supernatural powers when needed.

This way of fighting is the so-called borrowing.

Because of the gift of the god of mountains and forests, Cheng Hai's perception of the outside world is extremely keen, coupled with the analytical ability of the forbidden eye, this Dao method is simply handy to cultivate.

"Unfortunately, it's too late to get started."

Cheng Hai closed his eyes again and meditated.

As we all know, air is made up of a mixture of various gases such as nitrogen, oxygen, carbon dioxide, and noble gases. And out of the chemical level, the air contains spiritual energy, yin energy, and other energy that can only be perceived by spiritual sense.

What cultivation needs to do is to separate the useful energy from the others, circulate around the body to increase one's own strength, and finally incorporate it into the dantian storage.

According to the Taoist formula, it takes about three months for ordinary people to enter the Dao, and about three years to complete the foundation. If you don't have enough qualifications, it will take even longer.

Although Cheng Hai directly skipped the troublesome step of entering the Dao, due to the limitation of aura concentration, no matter how fast his cultivation speed was, it would take a year and a half to complete the foundation building at the earliest.

According to the classification of the system, Zhuji is only C-level at most, and it does not play much role in the battle of the apostle level.

No, the requirements of the sea are not high.

Because of the existence of the system, as long as he fights steadily and steadily, he can prostitute a few skills or divine descent in vain, and his strength can grow rapidly.

Now I just hope that the blood moon doesn't move too fast, leaving him some more time to develop.

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