The sudden emergence of General Bu directly brought an incomplete end to a pinnacle showdown between the old and new generations.
After the scar-faced general brought Huang Long down, he bowed to Wang Luo and apologized: "I'm sorry, but I can't let Master Wang have fun."
"Huh, easy to talk about." Wang Lu gently spit out a mouthful of blood mist and responded.
Then, under Huang Long's resentful gaze, General Bu moved the lightning pointer again, causing the old general to fall unconscious in the lightning, and his body quickly shrank back to its original shape.
General Bu then leaned down and picked up the old man on his back, and left silently.
At this time, the people outside the venue naturally stopped discussing Lingshan Man and turned to discuss this erratic, ghostly scar-faced man.
This person was unknown among Mo Lin and his group, but Huang Long obviously trusted him far more than his official deputy Liao Fan. And the skill of this infantry general is also very intriguing... His true energy is not particularly full, and he does not have the bloody smell of killing that Mo Lin soldiers often have, but his spiritual thoughts are powerful and strong to the naked eye, and just now he He suddenly made a sudden appearance from the audience, and his movements were so swift that most people present did not even react!
However, no matter what people speculated about his identity - especially Zhou Guo's envoys, watching his interaction with the old general, their eyes almost burst out with naked desire - General Bu himself did not make any response.
Wang Luo, on the other hand, walked back slowly from the middle of the arena. When he stood at the long table again, all the blood mist around him had dissipated. Although his face looked slightly tired, he obviously did not look injured. .
Han Guming glanced at him and hesitated to speak, because Han Ying had come directly to him and greeted him as a liaison team specialist: "Are you okay?"
"It's okay." Wang Luo shook his head, and then whispered, "I also want to thank you for healing me earlier, otherwise this battle would be basically in vain."
Han Ying said: "I told you that victory or defeat doesn't matter. What matters is the process. Huang Long doesn't really want to do anything to you... However, thanks to you being able to compete with Huang Long to this point, after this battle, Mo Lin People should already be your biggest supporters.”
While the two were whispering, Wang Luo could clearly detect the fanatical looks from the Mo Lin envoys. There is no trace of hostility or even doubt in it. It is full of appreciation and recognition. The only problem is...
In addition to appreciation and recognition, there seemed to be something else mixed in. Wang Luo tried to recall it and found that the senior breeder of Shijie Meat Factory seemed to have such a look when observing high-quality breeding animals.
It can only be said that Mo Lin is indeed quite discerning.
But no matter what, this battle that determined the attitude of the Immortal Alliance Special Envoy finally ended in a relatively satisfactory manner.
Without the need for greetings from the owner of the place, Han Guming, the envoys voluntarily returned to the long table and continued to enjoy the exquisite meals. However, when talking to each other, the conversation was obviously much more lively and the topic content was no longer restricted.
It should be said that at any time, high-level competition can become a lubricant that promotes communication between people.
At the same time, Huang Long was also carried back to his original seat by the infantry general. He drank some medicinal liquor that was clearly capable of causing self-immolation. He immediately burped and opened his eyes.
Then he turned his head and looked at Wang Luo, his eyes curved with a smile.
"Hahahaha, you kid! I really belong to you! Hiccup!"
Although the title is still far from polite, the difference between boy and bastard is obviously worlds apart.
Huang Long said with emotion: "Actually, from the first punch you gave me, I knew that I had wrongly blamed you. How could a person with such a simple and powerful punch be a bad person?"
This statement was simply unreasonable, but the Molin people all nodded in agreement, and the Molin people's approval led to the recognition of other people.
Obviously, during the 1,200 years of the New Immortal Calendar, the simple, crude, and unreasonable methods of the Molin people were more effective than many rational and objective methods.
Huang Long added: "But it's also because of your punch that I really can't stand it. It's been a long, long time since I've seen an opponent as interesting as you. To be honest, from a purely powerful perspective, you're pretty good." It's not particularly powerful. If I really use the power of Nascent Soul, you won't be able to stop me."
Wang Luo nodded without any objection.
Using foundation building to fight against the Golden Core-level Huang Long, he has indeed reached his limit. Although it cannot be said that he does not have more trump cards, whether he can reveal them or not will not affect the result. The gap in combat power between Yuanying and Jindan was at least several times greater. Wang Luo would never be able to resist a genuine Yuanying from the combat sect.
As for whether it is fair to say that the foundation building battle against Nascent Soul is fair...for those who are really good at it and are used to cross-level challenges, the realm level has no reference value. What Huang Long cares about is Wang Luo's strength at this time, not his current state.
"But I can always feel that you are not in a complete state now. Well, it's not that you are injured, but that you are obviously missing something."
Wang Luo couldn't help but be slightly surprised when he heard this.
The old general's eyesight was indeed extraordinary. After a fierce battle, he had actually seen Wang Luo's practice pattern.
Huang Long's judgment was absolutely correct. Wang Luo's current state could be said to be a complete and incomplete state. Everything he possesses, everything he has tempered, his true energy, his body, and his spirit, are all for that wonderful golden elixir. Only when the golden elixir is condensed can he be considered a truly complete cultivator. Before that, he was actually more like shaping himself into a scabbard.
The real sword has not yet been sheathed.
"Oh, when you have the opportunity to make up for your shortcomings in the future, such as when the golden elixir is successful, I will definitely fight you with all my strength! Let you also see my true strength!"
When Wang Luo heard this, his eyes widened in shock: "Seriously?"
The familiar dialogue made Huang Long's pride suddenly stagnate.
But the old general was a heroic man after all, and he quickly laughed and said: "It's a pity that I couldn't unlock the power of the Nascent Soul this time. My granddaughter is not big, but has the temper of a mother-in-law. She always uses medical advice to discipline her. I, and then, these losers around me are actually willing to listen to the instructions of a little girl like her! Use their own magic weapon to deal with their superiors!"
General Bu silently took a bite of the crispy squab, the juices bursting out and it was delicious. Then he didn't even look at his boss.
"Speaking of my granddaughter, her name is Huang Jing. She is 17 years old this year. She has not graduated from Mongolian Academy yet, but she has been recruited by Molin Military Academy in advance. Humph, it's not for my sake. That little guy got in based on his own ability. . She completed her foundation building at the age of 16 and made elixirs by herself in the bitter cold of Longshou Mountain. In terms of talent, she is better than me. And she has been lively and active since she was a child, especially likes to fight. When she was five years old, she just practiced A set of long fists to assist in getting started with qi, broke the teeth of a tiger raised in the backyard..."
As he spoke, Huang Long approached Wang Luo, stretched out his hand and pinched open a melon seed with a photo on it, revealing an exquisite picture.
I saw a little girl about five or six years old with two braids pointing upwards. She was holding her head high, showing a hearty smile with missing front teeth, and making a victory gesture. She was really lively and cute! Behind her, a young tiger was lying on the ground unconscious with a mouth full of blood.
"How about it, isn't it cute!" Huang Long said, his eyes almost curved into crescents.
Then, he cleared his throat and said.
"I think you two are a good match, why don't you marry her!"
(End of chapter)
