Resurrection of Spiritual Energy: Billions of Times Talent

Later, in Hong Zhen's office, after a few more simple conversations, Jiang Yuan took his leave and went to the First Martial Arts Hall, Dacheng Martial Arts Hall.

As before, he stopped a car on the side of the road and headed for the city center.

In the car, the driver was obviously a talker, foaming at the mouth, and kept talking.

"Old man, I see that you came out from the direction of the Wuji Martial Arts Hall, and the current Wuji Martial Arts Hall is amazing! There is a four-square town general! I'm dripping obediently! It's really scary. "

"Even the city lord was alarmed, if it weren't for the appearance of the city lord in the end, according to me, the pavilion owners and chief hall owners of those other martial arts halls, this time it was really a big disaster, and they would have to shed their skins if they didn't die."

Jiang Yuan nodded with a smile and echoed a few words.

The driver thought that Jiang Yuan did not believe it, and said in a high voice: "Don't believe it, old man, Sifang Town will want to kill them, not much more difficult than pinching a few ants, when the time comes, everyone will die, the city lord has no way, you can't punish him!" "

"In the past, there was a rebellion of the town general, if this is a big deal, it will be terrible, the entire Haoran City will shake, the wind and rain will shake, I don't know how many people will die."

After speaking, he couldn't help but sigh: "But in the end, it is us ordinary people who are unlucky." "

Jiang Yuan smiled and did not say anything.

From the Wuji Martial Arts Hall to the Dacheng Martial Arts Hall, it is only a dozen kilometers, and it only takes a moment to arrive.

Getting out of the car, Jiang Yuan stood under the Dacheng Martial Arts Hall.

Located next to a prosperous commercial street, the Dacheng Martial Arts Museum is more than 80 stories high, with ink-colored glass throughout, layered on top of each layer, each layer is like a lasagna book, twisted and superimposed.

As soon as Jiang Yuan walked into the mansion and stood inside, his eyes couldn't help but look around.

I have to say that as the number one martial arts hall in Haoran City, it occupies the highest share of resources every year, and the layout structure inside the building alone is more magnificent and atmospheric than the Wuji Mansion.

The same is the huge crystal charm in the center, although the Wuji Building is beautiful, but it lacks some heritage and history, while the crystal charm of the Dacheng Building is full of a simple and dark atmosphere, quite an artistic conception.

It is rumored that the crystal charm of the Dacheng Martial Arts Hall, priced at as much as 300 million, is an object preserved at the end of the last Shibao, and its historical significance far exceeds its actual value.

At this moment, a person suddenly approached beside him, and also lightly touched Jiang Yuan's shoulder.

When I turned my head, I saw a man who looked to be in his thirties, wearing a straight suit, shiny hair, and the demeanor of a successful person.

Jiang Yuan was puzzled: "What's the matter?" "

The man's eyes rolled around, he leaned over, and said in a low voice with a decent face: "Old man, you are also here to pick up broken gold?" "

Jiang Yuan was slightly stunned, and said unknowingly: "What do you do when you pick up broken gold?" "

Hearing Jiang Yuan's answer, the man looked at him strangely, and then suddenly realized, and laughed in a low voice: "Don't pretend old man, this is not something undesirable, all those who come here are picking up broken gold." "

"Look around." He pointed around him at well-dressed men and women.

Some of these people hold telephones and make phone calls there, some men and women whisper to each other, and some hold books and read as they go.

He also pointed to an old man who was in a hurry and dressed very fashionably: "Look at that old man, the one who can dress the most, and when he waits, he will go all the way to the toilet from the door, and then come out of the toilet, and every time he rushes someone, he is leaked." "

After speaking, he glanced at his watch, and his pupils contracted for a while.

The voice also became anxious in an instant: "There is still a minute, hurry up and prepare, after the Zhentian bell rings, a large number of white silk voids will condense in the sky, if you see it, you will quickly pick it up, and if you pick it up, you will run quickly, otherwise you will be caught by the people of the Dacheng Martial Arts Hall, and everything will be handed over." "

Jiang Yuan looked around and found that many people had glanced down at their watches, their expressions became nervous, and there was an urgent atmosphere in the air.

Many people who had been walking also stopped moving and waited silently.

There was a slight sound of the man counting down in his ears.

"Ten seconds..."

"Nine..."

"Eight..."

"Five..."

"Three..."

"Two..."

"I..."

Buzz....

When the word fell, a dull and distant bell sounded all over the world, deafening, as if at this moment, time was frozen in an instant.

With the long history of heavy history, it seems to come from the ancient era of Van Yin, with a peculiar charm and mysterious characteristics.

Jiang Yuan felt as if his soul was trembling.

Immediately afterwards, he saw the two immortal cells at the center of his eyebrows, violently trembling and beating wildly, as if they were entangled.

Faintly, there is a look of being divided into two and divided into four.

However, the block that the bell came and went quickly, and the immortal cells did not meet the requirements of metamorphosis.

Jiang Yuan's eyes suddenly became extremely sharp, his brain was running rapidly, countless cells were trembling, his nerves were swelling, and dense deduction data was circulating in his eye sockets.