"If you collect enough 42 warrior-level essences, just focus on the gold element. The fifth-level mid-level imperial weapon..."
Lu Jun touched his chin. After all, if this continues, Tai'a Jian is the greatest contributor to collecting souls, and one cannot be unfair to others.
In the remaining time, he devoted himself to meditation and practice, consolidated the cultivation of the six-system galaxy, and then left the seclusion.
Another group of people from the Chinese National Team are already urging them. They will head to Egypt first and will gather in Cairo. The last stop will be the National Palace. After completing the Egyptian challenge, they will return to Venice.
When he saw Mo Fan, Mu Ningxue and others, they all looked in high spirits and had made great progress.
Everyone gathered together without hesitation and took a plane to Egypt that afternoon.
The South African national team said goodbye in advance. They lost more than half of their members and had to stop their national training, return to the country, and then re-select members.
In fact, the national training teams of most countries are like this. An immortal like the Huaxia team is extremely rare.
Sahara is very close to Egypt. After a few hours, two groups of people gathered.
Guan Yu's mouth was full of sour taste: "Mo Fan, you are really good. You broke into the Sahara and luckily brought out the South African national team."
"Hahaha." Mo Fan counterattacked lightly: "Lucky? Why don't you come with me?"
As the two quarreled, Lu Jun received the precise order from the national tutor. After challenging the Egyptian national palace, he went to participate in a war in the city-state of Pushini, which was more than 200 kilometers away from Luo.
There was nothing much to say about the Egyptian National Pavilion. Mo Fan led the team to challenge it and finished it in an hour.
Although Egypt is the strongest dark horse in this Venice competition, winning consecutively against the United States, Greece, and the United Kingdom, and almost won the championship at one point, and finally ranked second, but it was obtained by cheating with the Pharaoh's Fountain, and its normal level was very high.
Mo Fan had defeated their national team, let alone the mere defenders.
After winning the badge, Ai Jiangtu was extremely excited and said with emotion: "We have created a miracle. We are the only team in the history of the National Competition to challenge the National Competition and win without missing a beat."
As soon as the words fell, even Guan Yu, Nan Rong Ni, Mu Yingting and other guys who had no sense of collective responsibility joined You Rong.
People all over the world, and even participating teams from various countries, have already regarded the Chinese team as the biggest favorite to win the championship. Regardless of the past, they have re-emerged.
With excitement that they were about to complete their experience, everyone arrived in Pushny City, two hundred kilometers away, by car.
The whole city has a bit of ancient Egyptian charm. The stone fences are still preserved outside the city. Many streets and houses are made of stone. The gray and white tones look simple and solemn.
Lu Jun and others were walking on the street from time to time when they saw some injured people being carried on poles to a certain place for treatment.
Mo Fan scratched his head and asked: "Weird, why are there so many injured?"
"I heard that there was some trouble in Pushny before I came here. It seems that the problem is more serious than imagined."
Nan Jue said, and immediately saw two wind mages lifting up white medical poles one after another and running quickly towards the center of the street on the wind track.
The injury of the injured person on the pole was shocking. Both legs were torn apart at the root and wrapped in thick white cloth. They were stained bright red. Even the pole was stained. The blood continued to flow and flowed to the ground. drop.
Lu Jun Mingrui sensed that the man's life breath dropped rapidly.
Seeing this scene, everyone who was originally relaxed looked heavy, smelling the atmosphere of war.
Zhao Manyan said: "The direction they are going seems to be consistent with the location we want to report."
The group of people followed and soon arrived at a wide street, which was dotted with white tents decorated with gold rims. They were quite luxurious and luxurious, and had a holy and noble temperament.
Pedestrians were rushing around, people gathered and dispersed from all directions, and all the injured were carried into the tent.
There is a flower wheel flag on the top of these milky white gold-rimmed tents. The flower wheel has been extremely carefully designed. No matter which angle you look at, you will see similar but opposite patterns of petals and branches.
Then a large number of petal and branch patterns form a complete milky white flower wheel with a golden-blue halo.
As soon as you look at this logo, you know that it must be from a world-famous super organization. The flower wheel with a completely different luster from the background color is equivalent to an anti-counterfeiting logo that is difficult to imitate!
Seeing this, Nanrong Ni, the healing mage in the team, was the first to show reverence and yearning in his eyes.
Lu Jun knew that this was the Parthenon, one of the eight major organizations in the world, the White Magic Palace, the holy place that all healing mages longed for. He could feel that the injured person with a broken leg just transported in, and his life breath quickly returned from the low point to normal. .
Mo Fan walked into the tent and his eyes were fixed on an angel in white who was sitting in a wheelchair. She was a beautiful girl with a soft voice and flawless appearance.
Her pair of fair and delicate hands shone with white light, and milky white liquid dripped down to treat the injured person with a broken leg.
A miracle happened, the bones grew bit by bit, the muscles spread and grew, the cortex healed and wrapped, and a pair of intact legs appeared, the flesh and bones were like a living dead!
This is the healing mage of the Parthenon Temple. He has a unique top-level healing method bestowed by the temple. Ordinary healing mage would have to work hard to stop bleeding, let alone achieve this level.
The difference between the two is tens or hundreds of times.
Lu Jun narrowed his eyes. Just like the three major methods of summoning, space, and soul that he learned in the Inca Empire, Parthenon must have top-notch research on the four systems of white magic: soul, healing, plants, and blessings, and is even more complete and mature.
It can benefit most mages, unlike his out-of-print unique one.
"That's why the present does not have to be inferior to the past..."
He lamented that if it weren't for the gift from the Inca Empire that allowed him to overtake him in a corner, his accumulation of mages would be a little behind compared to the top powers.
At this moment, Mo Fan ignored this miraculous scene and stepped forward quickly. He couldn't believe that the strong and simple girl next door in the past had turned into a noble and holy female mage. He said in a trembling voice: "Xinxia! Why are you here?!"
The girl in the wheelchair was originally modestly appeasing to the enthusiastic adoration and cheers around her. When she heard this familiar voice, she couldn't help but trembled. She quickly looked here, her beautiful eyes were moist, and she shouted in surprise: "Brother Mo Fan!"
Yes, this Parthenon female mage is clearly Xinxia.
Lu Jun had known it for a long time. When he saw the two of them looking like this, BGM sounded in his ears: "You are Feng'er~, I am Sha~, lingering~"
He wisely led a few people away to give them some private space.
The so-called missing people after seeing things, he also missed his sisters Lu Mei, Sister Tang Yue, and Ding Yumian. Immediately, his trip around the world was about to end, and the Venice Competition was about to start, and he would return to his hometown.
It was Nan Rong Ni who was a little lost. She knew everything, but she was shocked. As a direct descendant of the Nan Rong family, she was not qualified to enter the Parthenon to practice, but an ordinary civilian girl could. Is there a gap in qualifications? !
(End of chapter)
