Battlefield on the outskirts of Pushny.
Lu Jun suddenly opened his eyes. There was a strong dark aura all over his body, and strange black sacrificial patterns spread all over his body. He looked like a demon king from hell, which was chilling.
When the members of the Huaxia National Team saw this scene, they stepped forward to congratulate them.
Guan Yu said with envy: "Li Jun must have reached the third level of advanced training."
"Almost." Lu Jun passed by lightly, turned to look at the Night Thunder Dream Beast next to him, and said happily to himself: "This time I should be able to break through the great commander. It is really worry-free to reach the peak of the commander so quickly."
At the same time, he began to examine his own cultivation. He was at the third level of the curse system and the commander of the summoned beasts. This trip to Egypt was fruitful.
He should be the first member of this national competition to reach high-level cultivation. His progress has surpassed that of Zheluo. The opponent's wind system is probably not yet at the advanced level three at this time.
Woohoo!
After a while, the dark aura of the Night Thunder Dream Beast's body surged, and a surging black fog suddenly arose, instantly submerging a hundred feet in radius. The sky and earth were filled with darkness, and the ground melted into a shadow swamp.
Like the high-level capped Siye ruling magic, lost in the black mist!
The nearby Egyptian military mage was startled, almost thinking that the Dark Sword Master had returned from resurrection.
Fortunately, the Night Thunder Dream Beast quickly restrained its aura and removed the turbulent dark field, and the field of vision returned to normal within a hundred feet radius.
This handsome black and white stag stands quietly on the spot, without any breath. If you couldn't see it, you would think it was air.
"咴咴咴~", the Night Thunder Dream Beast let out a soft cry, as if it was satisfied. After only one and a half years of following its master, its cultivation level has made breakthroughs one after another, and it has finally reached the peak of its race, reaching a complete state.
Seeing this, the members of the Huaxia National Team became even more envious.
Lu Jun took the dream beast back to the summoning plane, looked at the blood-stained land surrounded by corpses, and couldn't help but sigh: "It's finally over."
"Yes." Suddenly a soft female voice not far away echoed: "We can also go back and explain to the Parthenon and maintain our influence in Egypt."
Hearing this, Lu Jun looked over and saw Jun Yaojin's smiling face. His eyes lit up and he stepped forward to thank him: "Thank you for your blessing, otherwise I would not be able to defeat the Dark Sword Master."
Jun Yaojin said in surprise: "In that case, as a thank you, can you be my guardian knight?"
Hearing this, Lu Jun's mind was full of questions. He was just polite and climbed up the pole, right?
He knew that Parthenon's guardian knights might be a bright future for common European mages and ordinary nobles. They were highly worshiped by the people and had a distinguished status, but for members of the national team like him, their value had dropped.
After all, the maid's guardian knight is just a vassal.
The mixed-race female mage said bluntly: "I see that you are very strong, but I also lack a guardian knight worthy of my trust, so I would like to invite you to take over."
"Forget it." Lu Jun shook his head and said with a smile: "I think your ability is not bad. My hunter team happens to lack a blessing nanny. How about you come to work under me?"
As soon as these words came out, Jun Yaojin actually lowered his head and thought seriously, nodded and thought: "That makes sense. You are a strong man worth following. How do you calculate the treatment?"
"Ah? Are you serious?"
Now Lu Jun was surprised. He was half-truthful and half-joking. He really wanted to kidnap the Parthenon temple mage. The blessing and healing systems helped him a lot, but at the same time he thought it was impossible.
Parthenon was very indifferent to China, and the group of feminist European and American mages under his command also had a contemptuous attitude. They regarded it as a backward area and were not willing to help the poor at all.
As a result, mages of the Jiuzhou blessing system are extremely rare, and only a few members of the Nanrong family have awakened.
Jun Yaojin smiled and said: "Yes, I am very interested in Chinese culture and yearn for that ancient land. I would like to visit it if I have the chance."
Lu Jun said deceitfully: "Okay, if you can come, I will definitely hire you with a high salary. I have some influence in the ancient capital, and I also have a private territory. I will cover the growth resources for you when you reach the super level."
Qingyu: Fuck your mother, treat her differently, right?
After finishing speaking, Jun Yaojin said in surprise: "You are still a powerful nobleman."
The two of them were chatting passionately. Mo Fan curled his lips as he approached, and then looked at Xinxia and Mu Ningxue, feeling happy, hahaha, I finally didn't eat dog food this time.
After the war, everyone in the government rested for a few days in Pushini City-State. In addition, the day for the government instructors to distribute resources came again, and they were all busy digesting the gains after the war.
Lu Jun was chatting with Jun Yaojin for a few words, tapping the other person's situation from the side, and found that she was indeed four or five years older than him. She was a high-level cultivator in the third system. She was not as fast as him, but she was still a genius. .
It's a pity that she is stuck in the ultra-level field, with no resources and opportunities, her family can't support her, and the Parthenon doesn't pay attention to it. She has been unable to break through to the ultra-level, so she just thought about changing jobs.
However, Parthenon is not an organization where you can come in and leave whenever you want.
Although the two have the intention to cooperate, there are no objective conditions.
However, Lu Jun was not in a hurry. When Xinxia became a saint, with his relationship with Mo Fan, he asked Xinxia to transfer a trainee maid to the ancient capital of China. That was not a matter of holding hands.
Now that Salan is dead, where will the Parthenon crisis go in the near future?
Lu Jun shook his head and asked for Jun Yaojin's contact information as a kind reminder that if he encounters any trouble, he can be contacted.
A few days passed in a flash, and the Huaxia Guofu team set off for Venice, where the Guofu Competition was held.
Lu Jun bid farewell to Jun Yaojin, and Mo Fan reluctantly left Xinxia.
They took a few hours' flight to arrive at [Venice], a city built on the water. The medieval bell towers, churches, and painted buildings can be seen everywhere, making people suddenly immersed in the history of Europe, as if they have traveled through time and space.
The water network extends in all directions, criss-crossing each other, and each street is separated by rivers and streams instead of roads. It looks beautiful and dreamy, filled with a quiet atmosphere that has passed through the years.
It is said that thanks to this special environment, more than half of the residents of Venice have awakened to water magic.
Yes, this is official data! There are many talented water mages in this city. (original)
When Lu Jun was in this environment, he felt the abundant water element warmth coming from all directions. The dark water galaxy in the spiritual world was active, and his cultivation speed increased by several percent.
Seeing this, he showed a look of surprise. If he stayed in seclusion for three months and had the blessing of the White Tiger Pendant, he would be able to upgrade the water system to the advanced third level.
Then at the beginning of the Venice Competition, he will have high-level training in two departments.
He suspected that there might be some water treasure hidden in the depths of Venice, or that the ruins left over from ancient times were so special, creating a paradise for water mages to practice.
As soon as they entered Venice, the national team members were disbanded. They each had something to do and tried their best to improve their cultivation before the national competition started.
Lu Jun did the same, and simply rented a meditation room to practice in seclusion. What he lacked in the high-level field now was just his cultivation, and he couldn't make any progress.
(End of chapter)
