Gao Wu: Log in the next 10,000 years

“It’s okay, there is a live broadcast, just watch the live broadcast when the time comes.”
“By the way, why hasn’t Lu Sheng come yet?”
Listening to the discussions of many students, Chen Yixuan, who was standing in the crowd, smiled wryly in his heart.
These people obviously don’t know that Lu Sheng won’t come at all.
Compared with the National University Martial Arts Conference held every two years, the inheritance of Martial Saints is obviously much more important.
A fool also knows how to choose.
“If it were me, I would rather not go to the conference, anyway, I would be beaten up…”
Chen Yixuan thought secretly.
He took a special look at Zhao Kangtai, the vice principal who led the team.
Zhao Kangtai looked normal, and there was no anxiety on his face.
Although he looked down at the time from time to time, Chen Yixuan felt that it was more like wanting to start in a hurry.
Obviously, Lu Sheng will never…
Chen Yixuan hadn’t finished thinking about it when he heard commotion and cheers from the crowd.
The flocks are scattered, and the tigers go out.
A handsome young man with a tall figure and a casual posture came in from outside the crowd.
With a simple weapon bag in his hand, who else could it be except Lu Sheng?
“Sorry for being late.”
Chen Yixuan subconsciously froze, then turned his head and glanced at Zhao Kangtai.
He saw Zhao Kangtai who was relaxed just now, but when he saw Lu Sheng appearing, his expression instantly became complicated.
It was a kind of indescribable frustration after expectations failed, full of deep disappointment.
“Lu Sheng…”
Zhao Kangtai took a light breath and said in a low voice, “You should think about it.
The National College Student Martial Arts Conference has just begun. You… still have time. ”
Lu Sheng replied calmly: “Deputy principal, it’s just a dream. You told me that.”
Zhao Kangtai opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something more.
In the end, he didn’t say anything, just waved his hand sullenly, and announced in a deep voice: “Get in the car.”
“Oh!”
“Seven must win!”
“The Demon King is triumphant!”
The seven college students around burst into cheersVoice, loudly cheer for this team that is about to represent the seven major expeditions.
Under the bustle of the scene, Zhao Kangtai’s expression seemed a little numb….
….,….
Ask for a monthly ticket, ask for flowers, ask for a reward~~spoon.
221. Rebuilding Jiazi, the Holy Land of Martial Arts Cumulus Mountain 1
The special buses of the Seventh National University are quite luxurious.
There is only one seat in a row, and there is a small table next to each seat, with a snack cabinet and a refrigerator.
There are iced drinks and even wine in it, which can be taken out to drink at any time.
Lu Sheng is
After he got into the car, the other old students got into the car one after another.
he found a random
All the old students sat down behind him in an extremely tacit understanding.
There is not enough space for a single person, so two people who are close to each other will squeeze together.
This is a kind of awe, but also respect.
The law of the strong respecting, the higher the level, the more vividly it is reflected.
Zhao Kangtai didn’t get in the car. As the leading master of the Seventh University, he had his own private car.
The one who actually led the team was a student mentor from the Seventh University, in his forties, wearing a white martial arts uniform with the emblem and name of the Seventh University on his body.
As soon as the team leader came up, he began to distribute martial arts uniforms to everyone.
“You are all top martial arts students of the Seventh University. This time, the National College Student Martial Arts Conference represents the Seventh University. You should wear the same uniform. Please change it.
If the size is not suitable, you can come to me for replacement…”
Lu Sheng looked at “Four Five Seven” and saw the martial arts uniform in his hand. It was similar in style to the one worn by the leader of the team. The workmanship was exquisite, and it was not bad.
There are curtains that can be pulled down on the top of each row of seats, so it doesn’t matter if you change clothes or something.
After everyone changed their clothes and the team leader scanned it with satisfaction, he began to explain all kinds of things about this National University Martial Arts Conference.
“…some of you here have already attended a convention, and some of you
This team leader has a gentle temper and is good at everything, but he talks too much nonsense.
Lu Sheng looked out of the window, watching the scenery passing by from slow to fast, thinking about his own affairs in his mind.
“The seventh-level grandmaster is like an oven, the will of martial arts is generated, and the grandmaster’s force field…
What about the eighth-level grand master?
The qi and blood condense into pills, and the value of qi and blood can reach more than 100,000 casually. The qi and blood are as powerful as rivers, hot as lava, and can almost melt steel.
One shot is tens of millions of battle strength…”
From grand master to grand master, it is another qualitative transformation.
Especially in terms of physique.
Qi and blood changed from liquid to solid and condensed, just like the Taoist golden elixir described in ancient Xuanshu, swallowed into the abdomen.
It continuously provides potential, stimulates cell activity, and washes away impurities in the body all the time.
When it comes to grand masters, the lifespan of warriors will also skyrocket, becoming the longevity species among ordinary people.
Lu Sheng didn’t care about this, the immortal golden body
He is only one step away from the realm of qi and blood that the great master condenses into a pill, and he can step into it at any time.
“However, after the grand master condenses blood pills, his physique will continue to grow stronger as the blood pills are continuously washed away day and night.
The longer you enter the grand master realm, the stronger your physique will be. ”
This is also one of the benefits of becoming a grand master. The blood will hardly weaken over time. Unless there is death or special circumstances, the body functions can always be kept at the peak, and there is a chance to hit the ninth level of martial arts.
Therefore, stepping into the realm of the great master also has another name, which is-rebuild Jiazi!
A Jiazi is sixty years, and the peak age of ordinary people is only sixty years.
Rebuilding Jiazi is not about adding 60 years of life, but about rejuvenating
”
What Lu Sheng cares more about is the martial arts will of the grand master level.
Although he obtained a lot of grandmaster-level grandmaster will in the dream space.
But what Lu Sheng saw was their external brilliance and hardness, and he had no chance to see the glory of their heyday.
“Grandmaster-level physique combined with Grandmaster-level martial arts will, the power exerted is not as simple as 1+1…”
So far, Lu Sheng has never felt the strength of a real grand master.
The big master-level zombies in the dream space are too unrepresentative.
Although Lu Sheng is now killing a grandmaster like a chicken, the gap between the seventh and eighth levels is even bigger than the gap between the sixth and seventh levels.
“If you have a chance, you must feel it…”
If it is inevitable to confront Wu Sheng, then Lu Sheng needs to start preparing now.
He hasn’t even reached the Grandmaster Realm, even if the Martial Saint wanted to kill him, he would never be able to do it himself, it’s great to send a Grandmaster to end.
Therefore, Lu Sheng’s current imaginary opponent’s strength level is the eighth-level grand master.
But no matter how strong the eighth-level grand master is, he cannot be beaten to death.
And everything that can’t knock Lu Sheng down will only make him stronger, and sooner or later he will be able to wring Wu Sheng’s head off and kick it as a ball.
“Wu Sheng is like a towering tree with luxuriant branches and well-developed roots.
But the bigger the tree, the stronger the power, the more troubles will be involved.
It is impossible to handle everything by yourself, otherwise even a martial saint will be exhausted…”
Lu Sheng thought to himself, “When I become a martial saint in the future, I must not make my subordinates so bloated.
Hidden danger must be found
Lu Sheng was thinking, and when he came back to his senses, he found that the mentor who led the team was still chattering.
I don’t know how he can talk so much nonsense.
He simply pulled the curtain and fell into a deep sleep.
 …
“Cumulus Mountain is here, everyone can get off…”
When Lu Sheng woke up, he found that the bus had stopped.
he
He is now at the foot of a mountain.
The ground is paved with gray slate tiles, and there are many cars parked around, and there are supermarkets and restaurants in the distance.
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