Ah Hua was very unconvinced, very, very unconvinced.

The battle-type saint level it had seen before was basically sixty miles away.

Even if Wang Wu, who was inspired by the shoveling officer, died again, had an epiphany, and became sanctified by accident, he was in his fifties, at least he was older than this king, which is understandable.

The great sages and prophets are exceptions to the recognition of the Heavenly Dao by relying on their minds, and the Heavenly Dao compensates for the sanctification of the body by obtaining the spiritual energy.

Ah Hua is convinced by the Great Sage and the Prophet, after all, the human head is good, and Ah Hua has to admit that its current highest goal is to become a human after being promoted to the saint level.

The Great Sages and Prophets were sanctified by the compensation of the Heavenly Dao, and the pure spirit body was not obtained by self-training.

Their ability to control their saint-level bodies is much worse, and their strength is very watery, and they are not counted as high-end combat power, and Ah Hua, who was born of a fierce beast, is not very envious.

However, the combat-type saint level generally relies on hard work and bones, and the requirements for mental comprehension are relatively not very high. If you have a particularly good mind, you generally don't practice martial arts.

When it comes to root bones, humans can't.

There must be a gain and a loss, and human beings have evolved intelligent brains, and their bodies and sense of aura are too weak to fail.

The vast majority of human beings are ordinary Muggles, and there is no one in ten thousand cultivators.

Warcraft does not need to cultivate, it can naturally absorb the aura of heaven and earth, a body of magic power, and the force is strong.

As long as you have more contact with human beings and gain a little wisdom, you can become holy.

Ah Hua is a self-proclaimed philosopher in Warcraft, and he has evolved very quickly.

I feel that I have the talent of Warcraft, and the wisdom of human beings, a proper pride of the sky, the protagonist of the times, and a saint in his forties to take a pinch, uh, provided that it is possible.

Then he broke the age record for the sanctification of Warcraft, and compared with humans, he was also the third.

The first place is Taishang, eighteen years old, who has practiced for two years and become holy, that is the ancestor of the immortals, we can't compare.

In second place, the forty-year-old sanctified guy is the sword demon Dugu seeking defeat, that is a top-level human with roots, hard work, and high understanding.

Uncle Ah Hua allows humans to have someone stronger than himself.

As a result, what happened to this Huo Yuanjia? is only in his thirties, and he is a younger brother compared to this king.

You cultivate hard, but the standard age for a person who cultivates hard is sixty, brother.

Are you in a good mind? Seeing that your weight is about the same as this king, human beings say that the limbs are developed and the mind is simple, if you are really smart, how can you not show your talents?

Human beings have an education system, and your family is not poor.

Are you good? How could he be sick like that?

The mind is average, and he has not been inspired by the shovel officer like Wang Wu, no matter how good the bones are, it can still be better than the Warcraft?

It doesn't make sense at all to surpass the Sword Demon and become a saint in his thirties.

The only explanation is that this guy is surprisingly lucky.

Although the mind is not smart enough, the simple thinking of the ordinary mind happens to match the requirements of martial arts sanctification.

That is to say, this guy's head was born for the Martial Saint. What is it called? It's called talent.

A cup of immortal wine from the shovel officer, in terms of the increase of spiritual power, is not the key to promoting the holy level, and even this king is still dozens of cups away, let alone you.

This glass of wine just cured Master Huo's illness, and once there was no more pressure from the disease, this guy's talent exploded all of a sudden.

The shovel officer has both roots and hard work, and has also mastered the dragon slaying technique, and he is lucky to know Cocoa, supported by immortal wine, and he doesn't have to think about magic power, and he will be sanctified earlier in the future, Ah Hua can predict it.

Master Huo's sanctification was so sudden, Ah Hua didn't expect it.

Ah Hua felt that his status as the pride of the sky was threatened, this guy climbed to his head by talent, and he was destined to be famous all over the world when he was born.

It was too jealous of Hu, and Ah Hua decided to strike at this Master Huo - not to congratulate him on his sanctification.

The freshly baked Master Fist Shenghuo walked out of the tent with a smile on his face, and this honest smile was stupid at first glance.

Ah Hua gave him a blank look, swished back to the pet space, holding his head with both paws, and calmed his wounded heart.

The best way to treat a pet's mental injury is to find a beautiful woman to masturbate.

If only I were in Bern now, I could have a hundred beautiful women masturbating to themselves. Or Minna is fine, even if Xiao Guizi can make do.

However, the only beauty in the team, Ah Hua doesn't like it, and is even very hostile, alas, the life of this king is really bitter.

"The sixth."

Sanmao finally became numb, there was no language left to pat Randy's ass, a short word, but it was a very clear reflection of what it means to be the chosen one.

"In the past, it took three or four years for the world to produce a saint level, but now there are six in a year, and it is all related to Randy's boss.

Boss Randy is simply a saint-level catalyst, and I, ah, am determined to follow Randy Boss. ”

"It's useless for you to mess around, just a mage like you who relies entirely on resources is impossible to become a Dharma Saint, but it is much easier for me to become a thief saint.

When the time comes, hehe, Xiao Ao, wash the feet of this thief saint. ”

"Let me tell you again, my surname is not Ao, my surname is Peng. And do you think Lafayette is a saint-level, or is the little emperor a saint-level?

Maybe when the time comes, I'll go back to the new Ottoman and become a sultan or a great commander or something, and it's not worth seeing the holy level. ”

"But Lafayette and the little emperor are estimated to be finished, the possible future commander Chen Helmsman that Brother Liu said is a saint-level, and in the future, the boss of our dragon group, Shi Yuan, is also a saint-level.

Mustafa, your neo-Ottoman Grand Commander, is also a Holy Rank, isn't it a dream for you as a junior mage to want to be a Grand Commander? ”

It was impossible to win a fight with Sanmao, so Osman gave up directly and came to a rough one, "Give me back the lucky bracelet".

"No way! Why should I pay it back when I borrowed it with my ability? ”

Fu Rixin stroked his beard and counted with his fingers, "Of the six saint levels promoted in the past year, four of them are from our Great Xia.

Now that the national disaster is coming, I have been promoted to two combat-type masters in a row, which shows that my Great Xia national fortune is still there, and revival can be expected. ”

"Boss, there's cavalry coming from behind."

This time, Randy didn't use Randy to take off to observe, and Sanmao listened with his ears on the ground.

"Four thousand horses, if they are all one man and two horses like those soldiers of Tubuxin, there are at least two thousand people this time."

Sanmao's reconnaissance level is still reliable, and after a while, two thousand cavalry came from the west.

When they got to the side of the squad, they stopped, all dismounted, and began to build a camp, which was to be stationed here?

These cavalry did not harass the village, and in the official army of Great Xia, military discipline was surprisingly good.

From the state of these soldiers walking, Randy saw the shadow of the army of the left commander.

Well, behind him is Dadu, and it is Dong Fuxiang's military guard rear army, all of which are trained by the proud generals transferred from the northwest and Zuo Dashuai.

A thin general came over with his hands behind his back, followed by seven or eight retinues, presumably inspecting the camp.

Turning a blind eye to the looted village, he saw that the adventure team had set up a tent here, but he sneaked over, "Someone was sanctified here just now?" My Great Summer blessing, this official wants to pay a visit. ”

Sanmao stabbed Randy, "Boss, isn't this who it is?" What's it called? I'll see, now I'm promoted to an intermediate formation mage. ”

"Who?"

Randy thought about it for a long time, and patted his head, it was too coincidental that the general himself knew it, and immediately greeted him.

The Age of Swords and Sorcery