The airship was very fast, and it was stable and empty inside, Zhou Yang and the others almost didn't feel anything when they sat inside, except for a few groups of people in several other places one after another, which made people feel a sudden weightlessness, just like usual, they should cultivate and rest. [Ran^Text^Library] []

It's just that when they saw the warriors from other continents, they gasped in their hearts.

"Are these still disciples in ordinary martial arts halls everywhere, why are they all so powerful?"

These teenagers who came up were about the same age as Zhou Yang and them, but each of them had blood and blood rolling, with a strong killing aura, like a group of fierce beasts out of the cage, the momentum was tragic and domineering, compared to the warriors of Anqing City, each of them was far above them.

Moreover, the highest cultivation among them had already reached the peak of the sixth layer of Qi cultivation!

Except for a few martial artists at the fourth level of qi refining, most of them were genius boys at the fifth level of qi refining.

As soon as these teenagers stepped on the airship, they looked at Zhou Yang and the others with unkind eyes.

Templar auditions have always been full of competition, and these talented young men have a natural hostility towards warriors from other places, eager to trample others under their feet to show their pride.

When they saw Zhou Yang and the others, whose highest cultivation level was no more than the fifth level of Qi refining, they were no longer interested in picking on them, and there was a trace of disdain in their eyes, and they all held their heads high, like kings.

Zhou Yang saw these disdainful eyes, and a wave of anger rose in his heart for no reason.

This annoyed consciousness was like a roaring tiger, staring at the group of warriors who had just come up, and erupted with a high-spirited battle intent.

"Little guy, it's interesting, but the strength is too poor. ”

Dressed in a gray shirt, Zhao Ziliang, who came from Huizhou, looked at Zhou Yang with interest and enthusiasm, and said with a smile.

Zhao Ziliang, the sixth layer of qi refining, even in the large area of Huizhou, is a well-deserved genius. He felt Zhou Yang's annoyance, and said in a slow voice: "Little guy, the arrogance is good, I am waiting for your challenge in the Holy Hall. However, don't let your anger out easily, that comes at a price. ”

His voice gradually became serious, and he stretched out his hand and patted Zhou Yang's thick face and said, "This time on the airship, because of the rules, I let you go, next time, you won't be so lucky." ”

Rumble!

Zhou Yang's blood and qi surged in his head, and he almost couldn't hold it.

It's an insult, a *naked insult!

Qingyun saw that the situation was wrong, and forcibly grabbed Zhou Yang. Any private fight on top of this airship could result in disqualification from the Templars. With their strength, they may be regarded as the pride of heaven in Anqing. But compared to all the regions of the Great Qian Dynasty, they were nothing at all. If anything really happens, the Templars will not feel any heartache if they give up. At this critical juncture, it is right to endure and avoid extraneous branches.

Moreover, these people are super strong, and all of them have a bloody murderous aura. Qing Yun thought about it in her heart, it was herself, with the phoenix dance's burning all directions, fighting with a few people, it was almost impossible to win. Therefore, she dragged Zhou Yang to death, for fear that he would have a crazy attack and explode away on the spot.

Zhou Yang took a deep breath, looked at this group of guys who were soaring to the top, and secretly swore that I would definitely challenge you in the Holy Hall, and when the time came, I would definitely trample on your feet with no one in their eyes.

Holy Hall, I, Zhou Yang, will definitely get ahead, and I will not be willing to be subordinate!

......

A small episode did not cause much waves, and the airship arrived at Fengle City smoothly after several days of boring journey.

Fengle City, the second largest city of the Daqian Dynasty, was only slightly weaker than Kyoto.

Legend has it that a hundred years ago, Fengle City was just a wasteland, but because of the temple, it slowly developed.

The temple, the highest hall of the Great Qian Wuxiu, has an elders' council to decide all kinds of important affairs, and various departments under it, which not only permeates all fields of politics and economy in the Great Qian Dynasty, but also affects the daily life of all walks of life and thousands of households in the Great Qian Dynasty.

It is based on this concept that the Templar was initiated by the Templar Organization to establish a temple dedicated to the training of high-level warriors, as well as related non-combat professions such as inscriptions, forging, and alchemy.

Because of this, Fengle City became the capital of the Daqian Dynasty after Kyoto. In some ways, it has even surpassed Kyoto to become a unique gathering place for martial artists.

As soon as he got off the airship, Zhou Yang was deeply shocked by the atmosphere of Fengle City.

The marble buildings, the orderly planning, the loud voices, and the surging flow of people like a tide all highlight the prosperity of Fengle City.

Outside the city, on a big mountain, a huge building complex stands high, like a king, looking down on the grass and trees of Fengle City, giving people a majestic and atmospheric grandeur.

This is their final destination, the Templar!

Simply driving everyone off the airship, a little old man in the Templar Square, with a sense of uncle-next-door casualness, glanced at this group of geniuses selected from all over the world with pleasant eyes.

The little old man's face was ruddy and his body was sturdy, and he said softly, "Little ones, it's home. There was a pause, as if he had not heard the unexpected cheers, and the little old man was visibly absent-minded.

He curled his parched lips, muttered, and continued, "Next, the governor will arrange your whereabouts, and everyone will have a good rest and prepare for tomorrow's test." Little ones, don't be lax and proud, in your hometown, you may be called a genius, a number one person. But ......"

When the little old man said that he was interested, his silver hair flew and he coughed lightly: "However, when you come to the Holy Hall, you are just a scum, a scum that floats in the water and does not even want to touch the small fish and shrimp. So, little ones, work hard, one day, when some of you stand at the peak of martial arts, and when you reflect on these words, you will understand that the top of the mountain, there are higher mountains, and you need to bulldoze them one by one during these hours in the temple. ”

The little old man waved his hand, like a general commanding his soldiers, Shi Ran took his hands and left, leaving a group of teenagers who looked at each other.

"You're just scum!"

This is the second time Zhou Yang has heard this sentence, and every time he hears it, a strong sense of strength rises in Zhou Yang's heart*.

He doesn't want to become a scum who doesn't even want to touch small fish and shrimp, in this martial world, Zhou Yang has been wandering for ten years, and no one understands the meaning of struggle at the bottom better than him. Therefore, he was deeply touched by the words of the little old man.

"Who is he?"

A young man with a thick beard on his lips and an old face smiled when he heard this. You provide the latest, fastest and most complete free novel updates【】

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