Chapter Twenty-Five: The Master Invites Battle

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There was a soft grunt in his throat, Fang Mingwei hesitated for a moment and asked, "What about the Hua family?" ā€

"Hua Jia is, of course, our closest partner. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 info" Chrissy smiled: "Don't worry, those people can use it, those people can't, I have a sense of proportion." ā€

Fang Mingwei took a long breath and said, "Since you are measured, why didn't you say it before?" ā€

Chrissy gave him an angry look and said, "Did you propose to me before?" ā€

Fang Mingwei was stunned and smiled embarrassedly, he really couldn't figure out what the relationship between this plan and whether he proposed to Chriss, it was really a woman's heart, a needle under the sea.

After a moment of warmth, Chrissy got up, and the perfect and exquisite curves were unobstructed in front of Fang Mingwei's eyes, although it was not the first time he had seen it, but it still made his heart pound.

was about to make a move, but heard her say: "He Linglong entrusted me, please do me a favor." ā€

"Senior Sister He?" Fang Mingwei's actions paused, and said, "What is the matter with her looking for me?" ā€

"I don't know." Chrissy said coquettishly: "What good deeds have you done yourself, you know it in your heart, do you want me to tell me?" ā€

Fang Mingwei was suddenly surprised, and wanted to distinguish it, but suddenly the pager on his wrist rang, he glanced at it, and his face immediately changed to a serious expression.

He put his index finger to his lips and made a silent gesture, then opened it and said, "Teacher, are you looking for me?" ā€

"Yes, where are you?"

"I ...... Sleep in your own room. ā€

"Nonsense, I just came out of your room, and there was no one there."

"Ahh A drop of cold sweat flowed down Fang Mingwei's head, he looked up, saw Chrissy covering his lips, his eyes were full of smiles, he couldn't help but feel annoyed in his heart, stretched out a hand, and scratched it on the sharp red.

Chrissy opened her mouth, her face turned blood-red for a moment, but she couldn't hold back her screams. However, she immediately reached out and twisted Fang Mingwei's waist fiercely.

Fang Mingwei bared his teeth, but he didn't dare to make a sound, and he endured it quite hard.

"Where the hell are you?"

"Teacher, I'm practicing, practicing hard."

"Practice?"

"Yes, for the sake of my family's continuity, I must work hard to practice and provide them with a good living environment." Fang Mingwei opened the river.

"Alright, come to my room quickly."

"Now?" Fang Mingwei looked at the time and said, "Will it disturb your rest?" ā€

"No, come on."

Looking at the cut off pager, Fang Mingwei sighed and said, "The teacher is too, he is looking for me at this time." ā€

Chrissy covered her mouth and smiled, "Marshal Wang knows that you are doing bad things, so he wants to arrest you." ā€

"No, it won't." Fang Mingwei said with a straight face: "I'm working hard to create the next generation, and the teacher won't blame me." ā€

Chrissy snorted softly and said, "Your next generation has already existed." ā€

Fang Mingwei suddenly thought of Sister Pu Qiao, and his face turned pale.

Chrissy gently stroked his broad back muscles and said, "Don't worry, now that you are a true spirit master, they will definitely not have anything." ā€

Fang Mingwei nodded silently, smiled at Chris, then tidied up his clothes and walked towards the teacher's room.

The place where Wang Ziqiang lives is naturally one of the best places to live in Tianpengxing.

Of course, after all, this place has just been built not long ago, and it cannot be compared with the academy that Wang Ziqiang has painstakingly operated for many years. But fortunately, the terrain is open and well-equipped, and there is nothing inconvenient.

Before he came to Wang Ziqiang's room, Fang Mingwei felt three powerful momentums. Although they are very depressing, their existence is like three lights in the dark night, and it is difficult for people to ignore them.

Fang Mingwei immediately knew that in addition to the teacher, even Mr. Yan and Yang Ming Moth were there.

Ever since he became a true master, he has such a keen sense. If it was before, once Wang Ziqiang and them reined in their own breath, Fang Mingwei wouldn't have thought about it. But now it's different, as long as they are within 100 meters of each other, both sides can sense each other's presence at the first time.

The footsteps stopped slightly, and Fang Mingwei said outside the door: "Teacher, I'm here." ā€

"Come in."

Fang Mingwei entered the room, and sure enough, in addition to Wang Ziqiang, there were also Mr. Yan and Yang Ming Moth.

Nodding slightly towards the two of them, the two of them did not blame Fang Mingwei for his rudeness.

In the universe, after all, it is the strength that speaks, and since Fang Mingwei has become one of the masters, he is naturally qualified to be on an equal footing with them.

And the most important thing is that Fang Mingwei is still a rare spiritual master, and in the fight with Yang Ming Moth in the first two days, he showed a strength that is not inferior to his opponent, so he can get the respect of Yang Ming Moth and Mr. Yan.

"Mingwei, do you know why I came to you?" Wang Ziqiang asked.

Fang Mingwei lowered his head, and said in his heart, how could I know? However, in the face of the teacher, he still said respectfully: "The disciple doesn't know, please ask the teacher for guidance." ā€

Wang Ziqiang pointed to the two beside him and said, "I discussed with Yang Ming and Mr. Yan for two days, and finally decided to take you to participate in Kaiyue's trial together." ā€

"Teacher, are you talking about a trial, isn't it a test for a disciple to obtain a master?" Fang Mingwei raised his eyebrows, he had heard the word trial a lot in the past two days, although he had asked a lot of people, but it seemed that except for Wang Ziqiang and the others, everyone else was hearsay and could not be believed, so he finally asked at this moment.

"Nope." Yang Ming Moth stood up, and a smile appeared on his red face, which seemed to be drunk: "Since His Royal Highness has broken through the barrier of the fifteenth level of the spiritual system, then as long as you go to the Kaiyue Empire, you can get the certification issued by the Spiritual Cultivator Alliance." ā€

Fang Mingwei's heart moved, and he immediately thought of the accidentally obtained space ring hidden on the spaceship.

"Master Yang, shall we go for certification first?"

Yang Ming Moth glanced at him unexpectedly and said with a smile: "You seem to be very interested in certification." ā€

"Yes." Fang Mingwei confessed: "I once saw two identity rings with spatial effects on the two spiritual masters of the Kaiyue Empire, and if it is possible, I also want to get one." ā€

Yang Ming Moth glanced at Wang Ziqiang and said with a smile: "Speaking of the space ring, your teacher has prepared a good thing for you to ensure that you are satisfied." ā€

Fang Mingwei's eyes lit up, listening to Yang Mingwei's tone, it seemed that the teacher also had a space ring in his hand, but as far as he knew, such equipment could only be used by the master of the spirit department, but the master of the body art department could not use it.

Wang Ziqiang smiled slightly and said, "Mingwei, if the thing is yours, it will definitely be given to you." But since you have become one of the many masters, I ask you, what do you think of the masters? ā€

"Opinion?" Fang Mingwei was stunned, thought for a moment, and said, "The master is very strong, whether it is the physical art department or the spirit department, it is very strong. ā€

"Oh, how strong is it?"

Fang Mingwei disturbed his scalp and said, "If I hadn't been promoted to the master realm, then two days ago, I would definitely not have been able to get out under Master Yang's attack. ā€

Although Yang Ming Moth had a strong murderous aura on his body that day, he immediately relented after trying his hand, indicating that he was just testing Fang Mingwei's true strength. It's just that his murderous aura is too strong, so he hid Fang Mingwei from him.

However, it was precisely because he had concealed Fang Mingwei that he made two spells one after another, showing the real ability to press the bottom of the box, which also made Yang Ming Mo and Mr. Yan dare not have any underestimation from now on.

Wang Ziqiang glanced at him meaningfully and said, "Is this your evaluation of the master?" ā€

After thinking about it seriously, Fang Mingwei said: "The disciple once saw the situation of the two spiritual masters of the Kaiyue Empire controlling the Victory-class battleship in the Emor Galaxy, and under their control, the power of the battleship was exerted to the maximum, far more powerful than that of ordinary crew members. ā€

"How do you feel after watching their play?"

Fang Mingwei secretly recalled the experience of the two Kozmo brothers killing the mutant monster in the past, and a trace of surprise appeared on his face from time to time.

"It's really strange, disciple now that they think about it, they didn't use any super powerful weapons to control the Victory-class battleship, but they easily killed that monster. It's as if it's pre-arranged, it's incredible. He patted his head and said, "It's strange, why haven't you discovered this before?" ā€

Wang Ziqiang smiled and said: "You were not a master before, so naturally you can't see the mystery. ā€

Fang Mingwei nodded and said, "Yes, thank you for your advice." ā€

"You've seen the power of master-level masters to control battleships, so do you know the power of masters to control mechas?"

"Mecha?" Fang Mingwei was stunned for a moment and said, "Teacher, in space, there seems to be no place for mechas." ā€

Wang Ziqiang smiled meaningfully and said, "In your opinion, if we are a mecha, and you control a warship, and meet in the universe, what will be the result?" ā€

Fang Mingwei's face was quite funny, although the mecha was powerful, how could it compete with the battleship.

Seeing Fang Mingwei's disappreciative face, Wang Ziqiang was not angry, but said: "Mingwei, you choose a battleship, and choose one of the three old guys, and we will fight once." ā€

"This ......"

"Don't shirk, just in the virtual cabin in the back room."

"Okay." Hearing that it was a battle in a virtual space, Fang Mingwei suddenly relieved himself.

(To be continued)