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"Bang..."

Half of his body was pressed directly into the ground, Wu Ming couldn't hold on a little, he breathed heavily, his head hung down, his whole body shook violently, and his cheeks were about to touch the ground.

"Boy, admit defeat, don't hurt yourself for a meaningless breath!"

The old man surnamed Huang opened his mouth with a smile, he couldn't close his mouth, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to be flattened a lot.

Even the other chakra realm powerhouses in the main hall laughed dumbly, they were still too young, and it was a good thing to be a little reckless, but it was a bit stupid to be so mindless.

"I... Didn't lose!"

Wu Ming gritted his teeth, and there were still three breaths to go, and he believed that he could survive it.

"Hard mouth, get down for me!"

Ah Kun pursed his lips, and the aura poured out, and he really went with all his strength, the glow was wisps, dazzling, and rushed forward with a bursting breath, not that he cared about the spiritual treasure, but in case of an accident, the face would be too bad.

"Boom!"

The last fight arrived, Wu Ming finally broke out, the flames were restrained, gathered on the top of the head, within the ground, the soles of the feet were chopped off fiercely, the whole person actually rose to the sky under great pressure, flipped in the air, and fell on the ground with a "Teng" sound, shaking a huge area into smoke and dust, and countless cracks spread, almost not collapsing the walls of the Hidden Soldier Pavilion.

"Boy, you..."

Ah Kun's eyes widened, a little incredible, he was the closest, just now, he vaguely felt that there were aura fluctuations on Wu Ming's body? This is too, a kid in the middle of the hammer blood realm, there will actually be aura fluctuations coming out, who believes it, it is estimated that he will be regarded as a madman.

"It's time!"

Zhao Huangyin made the final decision, he was very excited, his face was red and his neck was thick, Wu Ming was able to hold on, even he couldn't believe it, it seemed that these days, Wu Ming's progress was very great, beyond his imagination.

The old man surnamed Huang had a black line on his face, and Ah Kun's face was also not good-looking, he was very aggrieved when he lost, and he didn't even figure out what was going on, he looked at Wuming without saying a word, and his face was full of resentment.

"Hehe, the kid is not talented, there are many seas in the place of collision, this spiritual treasure, I will laugh at it!"

Wu Ming's eyes narrowed into a line, the corners of his mouth were very uncontentious, and once again there was a crystal fall, and he happily put away the war knife and the black flashing iron rod on the side, feeling the majestic aura in it, and praised it: "Good weapons, both of them are good, barely qualified for me to use!"

Everyone's eyes are black, this kid is so hateful, he is cheap and obedient, your saliva is flowing out, okay, you are barely qualified, you owe thunder and split...

Zhao Huangyin smiled, stared at the old man surnamed Huang and said, "Old man Huang, isn't it just a burning stick, don't be reluctant, come to my house another day and get you a bundle!"

Before the old man surnamed Huang was about to go crazy, Zhao Huangyin pulled Wu Ming and ran away and entered the depths of the Tibetan Soldier Pavilion, leaving a group of masters who wanted to laugh but didn't dare, and blushed secretly.

"Ah Kun, this kid, is there such an evil sect?"

After the silence, Huang Lao looked happy and asked Ah Kun quietly, not at all angry and ruined.

With a smile on the corner of his mouth, Ah Kun responded with some relief: "The physical body is very strong, I think that he is hiding his cultivation, and he may have stepped into the chakra realm with one foot, and his talent is extraordinary!"

In the depths of the Tibetan Soldier Pavilion, the aura is soaring, all kinds of spiritual treasures are dazzling, there are hundreds of pieces, the two figures shuttle back and forth, Wuming's eyes are going to see the flowers, and several times endure the urge to sweep, and continue to rush to the deepest depths.

Ahead, a portal made of fine iron stands, through the crack in the door, faintly visible, the glow inside is ten thousand ways, the rui qi is steaming, and from time to time there is aura overflowing through the crack in the door, and the aura of the entire Tibetan Pavilion is diffused.

"You can't go any further, it's a forbidden area, no one can enter except Your Majesty!"

Zhao Huangyin stopped, a little helpless, because after wandering around for a long time, Wuming had to pick up every spiritual treasure to observe, and he wanted all of them, but he didn't take another one, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"But, there's obviously a treasure inside, I want to go in and have a look, or you help me get the upper hand, and I'll come out when I go and take a look!"

Wu Ming's eyes were straight, staring straight at the crack in the door where the aura was constantly emerging, and he tried his best to look inside, but the aura inside was too strong, turning into mist and blocking his vision, he couldn't bear to be curious, and pushed the door hard, wanting to go in and have a look.

"Don't mess around, you kid, it's over if you're discovered..."

Zhao Huangyin's heart jumped to his throat, looking at his eyes, if he really let him in, he wouldn't be swept away like a robber.

"Whew... What kind of broken door is this, it's obviously not locked, how can it not be pushed open?"

Wu Ming turned a deaf ear, gasping for breath and groping for something like that.

"Little Ancestor, don't toss, once you are discovered, even I will be punished! It's a big deal, and I'll give you a spiritual treasure after I go out, can't I?"

Zhao Huangyin's forehead was full of cold sweat, this place, even he had never entered, it can be seen how much the Xuanwu Emperor attaches importance to it, Wuming is so messy, maybe he will poke out some basket.

"Do you want to give me the Xuanwu Town Banner?"

Hearing this, Wu Ming temporarily gave up his plan to go in, his eyes were shining, and he stared at Zhao Huangyin without blinking, his eyes were full of excitement.

Zhao Huangyin's face was black, he had been thinking about this matter for a long time, and he had asked many times to take it to see, and Zhao Huangyin, who had eager eyes, dodged every time.

"Are you leaving?"

"I haven't picked my Lingbao yet, why should I go?"

Wuming was very stubborn, he simply sat on the ground, looked at the door in front of him hatefully, his eyes rolled, he felt that there must be a great treasure inside, and he refused to give up, how could there be a reason to enter Baoshan empty-handed!

"Let me tell you, if you go in, it is estimated that you will not even be able to get out of the gate of the Hidden Soldier Pavilion for a while!"

"So what? It was the Xuanwu Emperor who asked me to come here to get the spirit treasure, and he didn't specifically tell me not to go in, right?"

"But, I reminded you!"

Zhao Huangyin frowned, indeed, this is an important place, and most people know that they are not allowed to set foot in it, but Wuming is an exception, he is a newcomer, if he doesn't open his mouth to remind him, even if he does something that shouldn't be done, it will be forgivable.

"Did you?

Wu Ming pretended to be surprised, and asked with some confusion.

Zhao Huangyin has a black line, this kid has made it clear that he wants to be in the same stream with him, but it's right to think about it, no one has ever entered this place, just because His Majesty didn't agree, but it was not explicitly forbidden, the so-called heavy land is just everyone's self-righteousness.

"Can you go in?"

After a long time, Zhao Huangyin spoke again, and after some mental struggle, he felt that he could let Wuming take a risk, firstly, because after the battle of Treasure City, he always felt indebted to Wuming. The second is that he also wants to know what secrets are inside, maybe, there is really a big opportunity waiting for them, then Wu Ming's move is equivalent to taking the first step, and the combat power will also be improved.

"So, you agreed?"

Wu Ming smiled secretly, for such a while, in fact, he had been pondering the two spirit treasures, and he already had the initial ability to control them, and he had long wanted to use this to forcibly break through, but he was afraid that Zhao Huangyin would stop him, so he had been waiting silently, and when he saw Zhao Huangyin let go, his smiling eyes narrowed into a slit.

"I haven't seen anything, I've been checking Lingbao..."

Zhao Huangyin turned around and walked straight into the distance, ignoring it and letting Wuming toss around.

"Hey, hey..."

Finally, there was no obstacle, Wu Ming stood up with a smile, the flames all over his body were surging, the chakras above his head trembled, and a ray of light spread to his arms, an iron rod in one hand and a war knife in the other, all of which were full of aura and ready to go.

In front of him, the iron door stood, I don't know what material it was forged from, exuding a cold metallic texture, giving people a heavy breath, but he wanted to try it, and felt that if he shot with all his strength, coupled with the power of the spirit treasure, he should be able to blast out a passage.

"Bang!"

Finally, the power condensed to a critical point, exploded, the war knife stabbed out, the sound of "Qiang" did not enter the crack, the hands were clenched, the arms were flipped, the blood was surging, the sharp blade was forced to make a circle along the crack of the door, and then, the black and shiny iron rod stabbed in.

"Buzz..."

Overhead, the chakras turned into rings of fire and kept turning, like a water tray, and spiritual energy was pouring downward.

Wu Ming shouted, gathered his energy, and used all his strength to push the iron rod, if Huang Lao saw this scene, it is estimated that he would be directly angry, it was Lingbao, he was actually used as a tool to pry the door, who could do such a lack of morality.

"Crunch..."

Under such brute force, the iron door made a huge sound, along the place where the iron rod was inserted, it was bent, and the gap slowly became larger, Wu Ming's face turned red, and he gritted his teeth secretly, this iron door is too strong, his physical strength is enough for thousands of catties, plus the blessing of blood and spiritual power, not to mention six thousand catties, so urging the spiritual treasure, it is only a gap to pry open.

"Whoa..."

He gasped for breath, a little unbearable, his eyes looked at the iron door with hatred, and there was a mist gushing out of the gap, and a sip of it would make people feel refreshed, and sweep away the feeling of exhaustion, that is, the aura was too rich and condensed into mist.

"Goodo"

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, he couldn't help the temptation again, peeking in, and faintly, a rectangle with a brilliant luster was displayed in mid-air, and it was it that kept swallowing spiritual energy to create these "spiritual mist"!

"I don't believe I can't pry you away!"

scolded hatefully, Wu Ming started again, and with a "bang" of the iron rod, he stabbed into the gap brutally, changed his position, and struggled to pry.

After a few times, the huge iron door that was tightly sealed was pierced by him with a big hole of one foot square, and there was constantly water mist gushing out from the inside, causing the entire Tibetan Arsenal to be filled with a rich aura, outside, Zhao Huangyin, who was talking and laughing with those masters, his face changed, his eyelids were fluttering, and he had a premonition that something was wrong, because even this place had water mist floating over.

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