Lu Yuan is practicing boxing.

The courtyard is not big or small, and the sunset is shining.

There was no noise, no wind, and he was the only one who danced alone.

Starting from the most basic fists and feet, to the Tianshui Flowing Crane Sect, the Dragon Sect, the Whale Body Covering the Sea Current, and then to the Tiangong Stream.

Those martial arts that have been inherited from hundreds of schools of thought are displayed in his hands like flowing water.

From superficial to subtle, from simple to complex.

The momentum is like a thousand rivers returning to the stream, stacked layer by layer like a wave.

Finally, it merges into a stormy wave, and turns sharply and smoothly to the Divine Elephant Stream, the Crow Stream.

Lu Yuan's mind was calm, and he gradually entered a state of forgetting things and me.

The two sets of martial arts of the Divine Elephant Flow and the Stygian Raven Flow were constantly switching in his hands.

The former is gravity, the latter is gravity.

Lu Yuan's mind and body were separated, and only the martial arts of the Divine Elephant Flow were gradually left in his hands.

In fact, this is also the method he uses most often.

The most handy, imprinted in the muscles of the body, has turned into some kind of instinct.

Lu Yuan's mind began to imagine the projection of the elephant god with three heads and six arms, the eternal shattered earth, and the majestic and immortal magic mountain.

These images are all integrated into his fists and feet.

In a trance, Lu Yuan suddenly touched a thick and unknown obstacle.

He stretched out his fists and feet, trying to break through the barrier.

But it was like pressing on a very elastic leather ball, and then being pushed back hard.

"Hum—"

It was like a bowstring that was extremely taut and snapped back.

The invisible and pure power of terror erupted.

Suddenly, around Lu Yuan's body, the bluestone slab bricks on the ground of the entire courtyard, and the walls on all sides of the courtyard all turned into powder finer than sand at the same time.

Lu Yuan stopped his movements and looked at his hands with a fixed expression, with a strange and surprised look in his eyes.

He hadn't used any of his strength just now, whether it was pure physical strength or energy like Gang Qi.

It's just a simple trick drill that causes such an amazing effect.

"Seems like an extra bonus from the Miracle Realm?"

Lu Yuan thoughtfully.

He has touched two different "miracle fields".

One is the "miracle realm" that is touched by the posture of the god king and has a bonus to power.

The other time is to open the class panel of the dead, and when mobilizing the death qi to perform the crow flow martial arts, it touches the "miracle field" that has special damage to the soul level.

This time, there is no doubt about the former.

It's just that the way it is touched is very different than it used to be.

He was previously in the posture of King Ming, using various secret techniques to continuously improve his physical strength, reach a certain level, and forcibly connect with the corresponding miracle realm.

Just now, the process was more ingenious, and it naturally touched the threshold of that mysterious realm.

With Lu Yuan's experience touched several times, the understanding of the "miracle field".

It's a huge treasure.

It feels somewhat similar to the true intent of martial arts and the will of the grandmaster, but it is actually completely different.

It's not "virtual"!

It is not a spiritual deterrent, but a real blessing and indoctrination of strength, which is "real".

And Lu Yuan is very sure that this "treasure" is not from his body, but from the outside.

He just accidentally touched a "key" and secretly pried open a crack in this treasure.

But even then, there is an incredible power leaking out.

"In a way, it is quite similar to the natal chart described by the supernova.

When a supernova perceives the potential of its natal chart, it can 'borrow' additional energy from the universe to bless the attack.

It's very similar to how I got the extra power bonus from the Miracle Realm after I touched the Miracle Realm."

It's just that Lu Yuan has never been a beginner in the Starry Sky Martial Arts at all, and when he was infused with the "power" of the Miracle Realm, he didn't feel any signs of cosmic energy being mobilized.

"I can't figure it out"

Lu Yuan couldn't think about it until now, so he could only put this point on hold for the time being.

"It's always a good thing for me."

Lu Yuan believes that this may be a general direction for his future progress.

He can now feel more and more that the higher the realm of strength, the more simple energy accumulation is far from enough.

He tried to touch the "Miracle Realm" under normal conditions and without using any force, but he was never able to regain his former state.

That state is so rare, it's a flash of inspiration, a flash in the pan.

Lu Yuan felt that when he no longer needed to rely on luck, he would be able to find that state as he pleased.

His "miracle field" is the real entry.

"Young Pavilion Master."

A gentle middle-aged man's voice sounded in his ears.

Lu Yuan followed the prestige and saw Liu Si standing respectfully outside the courtyard.

There was a mess beneath and around it, but he didn't seem to see it at all.

"The person who wants to see the young hall has arrived, and now he is waiting in the side hall."

"Oh? Take me there. ”

Lu Yuan's eyes flashed slightly, cleaned up a little, and then directly let Liu Si lead the way.

Fifteen minutes later.

A tall, thin middle-aged foreign man hurriedly walked out of Linghe Xuan, got into a black car, and left quickly.

In the side hall of Linghexuan, Lu Yuan was sitting expressionlessly.

The man he had just met was the Mosa Sect of Sakford, who was also his direct subordinate, though he had forgotten about this guy for a long time.

Now I want to improve the professional level of [Spear Bearer (Extraordinary)], so I call the other party to question.

It's just that the result didn't make Lu Yuan feel satisfied.

"Because all my identities on Huang Xiongming's face have been deleted, several spear bearers in Xia Kingdom do not recognize my current identity as a silver spear bearer.

The Mosa General Assembly seems to be busy with other things lately, and I don't have time to send someone over to check on my affairs here."

Lu Yuan felt a little unhappy in his heart.

Previously, Mosa had "begged" him to attend a meeting of spear bearers to formally admit him into the church, but he didn't go because he didn't think it was necessary.

Now he plans to develop further in the Mosa Sect, but the other party has no time to pay attention to him.

This is considered the Mosa of the past he loved to ignore, and the current Mosa told him that he couldn't climb high?

"When I got the identity of the silver spear, my strength was only S-level, and the silver spear-bearer survived the SS, that is, the first-level combat power.

The upward golden spear is estimated to be about two or three orders.

Even if there are higher-level beings above the golden spear, the strength is estimated to be average."

Lu Yuan's fingers lightly tapped the armrest of the pear wood chair under him, making a rhythmic tapping sound, thinking that with Mosa's strength, he should be able to solve it by himself even without the help of Huang Xiong's power.

If the main entrance is really impassable.

Then he'll break down the door.

The only thing to consider is that the movement must not be too loud and not attract the attention of the Far Star Federation.

"There's always a trip to Mossa?"

Lu Yuan was a little moved, and was about to urgently contact Yuwen Tong and ask her to help him check the address of the Mosa Association, and by the way, report this matter to Lord Hitomi.

At this moment, Liu Si led a person and hurriedly walked in.

"Young Owner"

As soon as Liu Siyan spoke, Lu Yuan's gaze fell on the person behind him.

As soon as the man saw that Lu Yuan was far away, he didn't say a word, and directly crossed Liu Si and knelt down in front of him, kowtowing and shouting: "Emperor." ”

Lu Yuan's eyes narrowed, the momentum on his body gathered, and he said lightly: "Say." ”

The kneeling man raised his head, revealing a pale and bloodless face, gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice, "We. . . I'm in trouble. ”

Gasha.

A small country bordering Bactria .

With a dry and hot climate, half of the country is located in the desert and the other half is dense virgin jungle.

Gaza is rich in tourism resources, and a large number of tourist groups, archaeological groups and expeditions from all over the world come every year, and it is a bright pearl located in the Gobi.

Several planes rumbled past in the clear blue sky.

The old black and yellow bus waddled down the sand road for a while, then stopped in front of an exotic desert town.

The door opened, and the tour guide holding a small red flag skillfully switched between various languages and loudly beckoned the tourists on the bus to get off the bus.

Two figures wrapped in black and blue checkerbed got out of the car in the crowd of tourists, and then quickly left the group, disappearing into the small city of yellow sand in front of them.

The two of them walked one after the other, turning around in the lanes of the small town.

Finally, stop in front of a small low wooden door.

The person leading the way knocked lightly on the door a few times, and a low and hoarse voice came from inside the door, speaking the indigenous language of Gasha, which was quite jerky, but there was a thick coldness in it.

"Who?"

"Me."

The person who led the way impatiently pushed the door in, and directly tore off the cloth towel used as a shield on his body, revealing the empty and crippled body of his right hand, and the fierce appearance of the yin.

There was no light in the room, only a faint light shining through the cracks in the earthen windows of the Tsuchiya.

There were only two people in the house.

One is an old man with a combed back and sunglasses, with a majestic and calm temperament.

The other was a little younger, thin and covered in blood-stained bandages on his chest and arms.

"You're here, then."

The thin middle-aged man with a pale face wrapped in bandages asked the gloomy old man in front of him with a calm face.

Before he could finish speaking, a calm voice was already sounding behind him.

"I'm here too."

The shawl that shielded him from the wind and sand fell, and a young man with pale hair and a handsome face walked up calmly.

When the original two people in the room saw this person, their eyes flashed, and after glancing at each other, they whispered slightly respectfully: "My subordinates have seen the emperor." ”

"Hmm."

The handsome young man replied lightly.

The two people who stepped into the hut were Lu Yuan and the Eagle Protector, who had traveled thousands of miles from the Xia Kingdom to come here.

On the side of the eight protectors of the Evil Martial Alliance, who took the "Heart of the Quetzalcoatl God" for him, an accident suddenly happened.

Lu Yuan didn't have too many waves in his heart.

The strength of the Eight Great Dharma Protectors of the Evil Martial Alliance was not outstanding, and if Zhenshun smoothly delivered a legendary-level treasure to him, he might really be surprised.

Anyway, I was ready to come over for a long time, and now it's in the original plan.

On the way here, the Eagle Protector had already told him about the situation here.

Now, it's time for him to get to know the specifics.

"We were chased and killed like lost dogs, and we were forced to hide here and could only grieve the emperor."

The hut was empty, and there wasn't even a chair to sit on.

The pale man covered in bandages was the spider protector of the Eight Protectors, and the wounds on his body were still oozing blood, and it could be seen that the injuries were quite serious.

He seemed to say that he couldn't find a place for Lu Yuan to sit, so he could only stand with Lu Yuan.

In fact, the focus of a sentence is all on the first half of the sentence, and there is a faint resentment in the words.

"It doesn't matter."

Lu Yuan didn't care.

The group of people who protected the Spider Dharma were originally forcibly succumbed to his force, and they didn't get any benefits from him, but now they were injured because of their errands for him, and it is normal to be a little resentful.

The main reason may still be

His image of being domineering in the hearts of a few people has faded with the passage of time.

Or rather

There are more powerful and terrifying beings

In their hearts, they took their place.

They began to feel that they were not as invincible and invincible as before.

Lu Yuan thought casually in his heart, and his eyes swept to the silent Lei Protector on the side.

Through the sunglasses on the face of the Lei Protector, Lu Yuan saw a hollow eye socket that had just formed a bloody scab.

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