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This is a large stone chamber under a certain temple, the four walls are made of bluestone, except for the vent at the top, the rest of the part is airtight.

Due to the severity of his injuries, Gamin has been in a semi-comatose state. He is clearly aware that someone is playing with his injuries, but he can't keep his eyes open, his body can't move, and he can only be manipulated by others.

A few days later, the injury finally relieved. Jia Ming woke up faintly and tried to channel the true qi, but there was a heart-rending pain in the lower abdomen, and when he looked back, he found that there were cracks in the True Yuan Palace, and the wisps of true qi were scattered among the limbs and hundreds of remains, making it difficult to form a normal circulation.

Jia Ming was secretly frightened, collected his mind, and strictly followed the mantra passed down by the master to gradually move the true qi scattered in his limbs to the True Yuan Palace, and after opening the circulation, the pain was slightly relieved. Just as he was about to continue to breathe his luck, Singh's voice suddenly came from behind him.

"For your safety, we transferred you here. You don't have to worry too much, we have already used secret medicine to regulate your palace, and over time, the True Yuan Palace can be restored. ”

"Thank you, Principal. ”

Gamin stopped guiding and opened his eyes to see that the headmaster had changed into a coarse linen white robe, standing in the center of the stone room with his hands in his hands.

Singh looked at Jia Ming and said with deep meaning in his eyes, "Do you know that there are many people out there who want to see you?"

Gamin shook his head blankly.

The headmaster smiled meaningfully, and added, "Mada and Teruta both wanted to see you, but I refused. Especially that Teruta, he's really only been entrusted with being your sponsor?"

Gammin remained noncommittal.

"Strange to say, that old madman of yours, a distant relative, disappeared after you entered school...... Do you know where he went?"

Singh seemed to be talking to himself, but he was scrutinizing Gamin's reaction.

Jia Ming knew that in front of this kind of old fox, it was inevitable that he would lose too many words, so he simply kept his mouth shut and did not answer.

Seeing Jiaming's indifferent face, Singh shook his head thoughtfully, and said, "You may not know your situation now, and Tai Ruota and the old man who sweeps the floor alone can't guarantee your safety." ”

Gamin didn't know what Teruta had said to Singh, but remained noncommittal.

"Well, since we have chosen you, we will definitely keep you. ”

Singh let out a long sigh and added, "But I won't let Teruta see you until he tells me the truth." But now there is someone who wants to see you, and we can't refuse. ”

"Who is it?" asked Gamin.

"Dumar, envoy of the Cult Sobitu. Singh said with a gloomy face.

"Sectarians?"

Remembering the day of his assassination, Gamin learned from the conversation between Singh and Usama that the Assassin had been sent by the Sect Leader Sobitu, and frowned: "Didn't he send someone to kill me?

"The purpose of Dumar's trip...... We're not very clear yet. The headmaster looked preoccupied, "But he represents the Church on behalf of the Sect, after all, this is Sobitu's territory, even if Dumar asks for anything, we can't refuse." ”

Garmin couldn't help but say, "Then how should I deal with it?"

"Osama has envisioned ways to deal with various situations. He'll talk to you about the specifics. ”

After the headmaster finished speaking, he coughed lightly, and the stone door opened, and Osama, dressed in black robes, walked in.

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After the morning, the sun is shining.

Thousands of flags embroidered with the emblem of the Holy Sect's "Nine-Pointed Star" filled all corners of the Great Shenwu Academy. The holy flag hunting, waving in the wind, brilliant and majestic, rushing to the face.

From the apartment where Dumar stayed to the rostrum on Shenwu Square, a silver carpet embroidered with dense patterns had already been laid, and on both sides of the carpet were sprinkled with petals representing holiness.

Not only the teachers and students of the school, but also the surrounding people were invited by Dumar to come to "bathe in the holy light", so tens of thousands of people, teachers and students changed into costumes and waited here early, filling the entire playground to the brim.

It is very difficult for ordinary people to see the true face of such a heavyweight of the Holy Sect as the special envoy of the Sect Command. Therefore, when they heard the news, many people rushed to line up overnight, and those who were left behind could only be stopped from the academy by the Holy Wing Army in a lamenting manner.

The headmaster, Singh, led all the teachers of the school, crossed his arms in front of his chest, made a gesture of respectful to the Brahman, and bowed respectfully and waited by the carpet for a long time.

The scorching sun was in the sky, and he was sweating heavily, but no one dared to say half a word of complaint, or even a hint of boredom.

"Lord Dumar, is it really necessary to make such a big battle?" asked one of the henchmen who helped Dumar on his journey.

"Of course it's necessary, it's really necessary!" Dumar seemed to enjoy the feeling of being admired by all the people: "I want that kid to surrender to the glorious holy authority as soon as he sees me! This action can not only show the great power of my holy religion, but also expand the influence of the sect among ordinary believers." So why not?"

"It's still an adult. The henchman took the opportunity to pat himself on the back, "But I heard that the kid named Gaming is a bit unruly, what if he refuses to convert to my Holy Sect?"

"I don't dare to measure him!"

Duma lowered his voice, his eyes were full of murderous intent, and he said word by word: "If he really dares to disobey the holy will and refuse to take refuge, I will make him regret coming to this world!"

Seeing that the long-awaited holy envoy finally appeared, the whole audience immediately shouted in unison:

Borneo Holy Religion, Ze was born.

Resist the demons and protect all beings.

Huanghuang Shengwei, Weizhen Qiankun.

Rescue the suffering, lose the light......

Dumar waved to the crowd frequently, and then slowly took his seat, accompanied by the Great Sage of the Martial Holy City.

The white-haired and silver-bearded Rao Lang said: "All the people of the Heavenly Venerable, the Holy Envoy is here to recruit elites for the Holy Sect, to recruit talents, to lead people with lofty ideals to take refuge in the Holy Gate, and to gather the strength of all parties to spread the kindness of the Brahman, so that the people of my race will always be blessed with holy glory and enjoy the holy grace ......forever."

Before the words fell, there was already a lot of discussion in the crowd, all speculating about who had such a great blessing and could actually let the special envoy of the Sect General come to recruit in person.

"Chuan Shen Martial Academy's Yangwu Hall Preparatory Student Jia Ming, come forward to meet the Holy Envoy ......"

"What? It's actually a preparatory student of the Yangwu Hall?!"

"A preparatory student, why let the special envoy of the sect come in person?!"

When the crowd heard the summons, they could hardly believe their ears.

And the students of Shenwu Academy exploded even more, and all kinds of envy and jealousy filled the audience.

Gammin had already changed into the college's special white robes, and walked barefoot to the bottom of the rostrum along a slightly narrower silver carpet under the rostrum.

When Dumar saw Jia Ming stepping forward, he couldn't help but look up and down, then cleared his throat and said loudly: "Yang Wu Tang preparatory student Jia Ming listened to the announcement, and the sect master heard that the Shenwu Academy had produced a new student with outstanding talent and outstanding spiritual roots, so he asked the fortune teller to calculate, it turns out that your holy fate is not shallow, and you are suitable to join my holy sect and serve the Heavenly Venerable." Therefore, I have been specially ordered to recruit you to convert to the Holy Sect, give you the Zixun Holy Child, and Heng Jiupin Holy Rank Gonglu, are you willing?"

"What?!Zixun Holy Child?Nine Rank Holy Rank!!"

"Is there ...... mistake?"

The exclamations of the audience surged like a tide, and more than 10,000 pairs of eyes stared at Jia Ming in unison, all fantasizing about how good it would be to be the person in the audience.

Garmin was speechless and expressionless.

"Damn, is it too high to scare this kid stupid?" Dumar stared at Gamin, muttering to himself.

"Gaming, this holy envoy asks you, from now on, are you willing to convert to the Holy Religion, serve the Heavenly Venerable, do the way for the Celestial Venerable, and spread the glory of the Celestial Venerable?"

Dumar raised his voice an octave again.

Singh and Usama looked at each other, their hearts in their throats.

Gamin raised his head and glanced at the statue of King Ming standing tall in the square, and then looked around, but his eyes did not meet with Singh and the others, but stopped at Tai Ruota.

Teruta nodded helplessly. In this situation, we can only promise Dumar first.

"Gaming, would you like to answer me!"

Dumar urged again.

"Hehe......"

A wicked smile suddenly appeared on Jia Ming's face, "You can't kill me, so you come to play these tricks? Do you want to know my answer? This is my answer to you!"

Gammin said, and actually raised a middle finger at Dumar!!

The people in the audience were shocked, if they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they wouldn't have believed that a little kid would dare to make such a blasphemous gesture to the holy envoy!

Even when they saw it with their own eyes, they suspected that they were delusional!

Singh lowered his voice and scolded Osama angrily, "Grandpa Tianzun, what the did you say to him?"

"I'm just asking him to refuse tactfully, and we'll ......take the long view," Usama looked innocent.

"Euphemism? Mom, the middle finger is called euphemism, so if it's direct, shouldn't you stab his **!"

Singh looked up to the sky angrily and sighed, "Lord Saint, why don't you reply? I don't think we can keep him......

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Oriental Pivotal District, Tianhuang City.

The golden lotus blooms in the Tianxin Pool, and the steam is thick.

The Oriental Saint Venerable Meng Xinghai likes to wear loose coarse linen clothes and sit on lotus leaves to meditate.

The servant Atul cautiously walked to the edge of the pool, and when he saw that his master was still meditating, he waited quietly by the pool.

"Say anything. Meng Xinghai closed his eyes and muttered.

"Lord Saint, there is news from the Divine Martial Academy, saying that the person you are looking for has appeared. ”

"Oh?" Meng Xinghai's eyelids lifted slightly, and two rays of essence immediately burst out of his eyes.

Atul said cautiously: "However, the person who sent the letter said that the two groups of people who sent the letter before him were inexplicably missing. ”

"Hmph. Meng Xinghai closed his eyes and snorted softly, a subtle smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "Since he appeared, let's check his details first." ”

"Yes, sir. ”