Chapter 1765: Three hundred forty three

Chapter 1765 343: Dao Heart Turbulence
This is the arrogance of the warrior after he sees his true meaning, thinking that he has mastered the arrogance that comes from entering the hall.
So when they heard the emperor’s visit, these disciples excitedly followed Du Ting down the mountain, wanting to see the magic of Wushenshan martial arts, but after seeing the holy son of Wushenshan, one by one seemed to be beaten by frost. .
The so-called layman sees the excitement, and the insider sees the doorway, especially as a bystander, although the realm is not enough, it can see the emperor's experience transparently.
But if time could be turned back and when Elder Du Ting came to ask, then no matter how curious they were, they would never go down the mountain again.
After all, which martial artist is not practicing to get ahead, just as the emperor, they can comfort themselves as the foundation of the holy land Tianzong, but the martial arts revealed by Dusha and Meng Jiao are also hard to see. This is really uncomfortable.
This kind of turbulence in martial arts beliefs is especially fatal for martial artists who have just passed the initial stage. Here is a classic paradox in the martial arts realm.
A warrior must have an invincible Dao Heart, but if you have not seen the world of sentient beings, this heart is narrow and vain after all, but if you have seen the sentient beings of the world, there will be a few people who can do not move.
After all, the ruler is long and the inch is short. After all, the invincibility of all directions is just a fantasy, and it is difficult to become a reality.
Tang Luo asked Du Ting to take them down the mountain, and he also had the intention of letting them see the world. Although the fighting spirit was shaken at this time, it was a good thing.
After all, regardless of Emperor Ginseng, Dusha, and Mengjiao, they all belong to the martial arts style with strengths and weaknesses. If they really see the flawless pentagonal warrior, they should be truly desperate.
"Watching" the desperate inner source disciple returned to Houshan, and then angrily plunged into practice, this trip to the mountain was not in vain.
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Xiling Central Hospital
In ancient times, the human race was precarious and the road ahead was gloomy. At that time, the only person in Central Continent who could compete with monsters was called witch.
These warriors who practiced as the demon clan and worship the demon saint totem are not only the protectors of the human clan, but also healers, scholars, and creators.
As the Taoist of Wushen Mountain, Emperor Ginseng may not be as good as the witch doctors who specialize in medicine, but it is more than enough to heal these injured civilians.
Strands of natural clay like fine sand floated into the injured ear orifices, wrapping and moisturizing the shattered cochlea. The strong congenital thick earth air made the wound heal quickly, which is very difficult for ordinary doctors. The problem was easily solved by the Taoist of Wushenshan.
Even those who have been taken out of the broken cochlea, the good fortune clay can reshape it, which can be called a miracle.
Therefore, in the corridor, you can see the people kneeling at Natou, and the emperor is just doing his own thing without any color.
In less than two hours before and after, more than 300 people who were accidentally injured in the west of the city have all recovered.
"Now, the emperor can go to see the dean."
The emperor ginseng still had that expressionless appearance, making people unable to see the joy and anger.
But Mi Bai was relaxed, with a bright smile: "Of course, Elder Du Ting has prepared a grand ceremony in order to welcome the Son. Please appreciate the beautiful scenery of Xiling. The city hall also has a lot of chores. Don't accompany it."
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In the end, Du Ting got his wish and started the grand ceremony in Wushuang City. It was said to be a grand ceremony. In fact, it was arranged for gongs and drums on both sides of the Central Avenue. A long blanket was laid at the front entrance of the college, and some singers and dancers were found from Xiling. Ji, sang and danced in witch costumes.
Look at the proud and fanatical people on both sides of the road, clear the way of those women who dance with swaggering dance steps, paint awkward imitation makeup, and wear specious dance costumes. The temples of Emperor Ginseng are pounding with anger, if it is not for Wushuang City. In the dojo of the new king, he must let these sloppy guys know the wrath of the earth.
Ignorance is not angry, ignorance still loves present, it is very annoying.
But thinking about the scholar who was harder than bones when he entered the city, Emperor Ginseng still did not make any radical moves, but silently raised his gaze, and saw the sky moving forward silently without makeup.
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Soon after Emperor Ginseng was greeted into Wushuang City, Yao Ge Kuang also entered the city with a disgraced face.
An Yuheng is worthy of being the son of the gods who are kindly treated by the heaven and the earth.
The evolving catalogue also has the ability to lock the air and trap the enemy, not to mention, it can even disturb the perception, and the range of action is huge, and he is very restrained from his martial arts style of relying on perception to avoid damage, so this battle is very difficult.
Simply shocking the body is still strong, and this has maintained an unbeatable situation.
Since there was no way to tell the victory or defeat, naturally there was no need to continue the fight, so after counting that the emperor had almost entered the city, Yao Ge Kuang rushed over.
Because the speed was so fast, even the wind media in Xiling did not keep up. It was not until the son of Jinghong Hall walked in Xiling for a while and changed his clothes that Dewey brought people to greet him.
"Red tape is no longer necessary, and quickly take Ben Shengzi to worship the mountain."
The son of Jinghong Temple who had changed into a new clothes was strong and tall, and said coldly.
Through a tentative battle with An Yuheng, he is more inclined to be too keen to perceive it is not a good thing, so he is eager to see Tang Luo and ask for advice on the solution.
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Others watch flowers without involving your eyes; others are busy and do not involve you.
Not all warriors have strong curiosity, those with firm ambitions and clear goals will not be shaken by the appearance of Emperor Ginseng.
For example, Tang Tianyu, the only obsession right now, is to make the first lesson speed to an end, because only with the content taught in the first lesson, he can't see the slightest hope of surpassing the big brother Yang Fan.
This obsession made him extremely focused, and he just wanted to quickly help other juniors to find the true spirit.
As for the saint son of Wushenshan, how does his strength relate to him?
For example, some wandering warriors who have managed to build true spirits, knowing that they have fallen behind, can't wait to break one day into two days of practice, and will not go down to watch the excitement.
Anyway, no matter how weak the Heavenly Sect Saint Child was, it was still an existence that they could hardly reach, so he looked for nothing.
But it's one thing to have no curiosity. Seeing that the brothers who came down the mountain look like they are unwilling, they still care.
Now it's all right, the soulless lambs seem to have found an exit, pouring out the despair they encountered under the mountain like rain.
Can't understand, understand, and have no confidence.
After finding the true spirit, the warriors will think that they have extraordinary talents in a certain field, but even those warriors who find the real spirit of Wutu as the true spirit cannot understand the emperor's martial arts.
What is even more desperate is that in the hearts of these disciples, the so-called visiting is the holy land disciples coming to fight.
Can go through the entire inner disciple, who can compete with the emperor?
The realm is far from being a big realm, but the opponent is standing on the ground and doing his best, and there is no chance of winning.
Shame is a trivial matter, and they are even more afraid that the dean will sweep them out because of their unworthiness.
(End of this chapter)