noffsinger Chapter 1954 Reborn
Chapter 1954 Reborn
However, when the prince looked at them, there was no trace of fear, but instead an extraordinary respect.
"Yes, senior!"
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Demonic energy came out from the broken parts of his legs. He made a temporary prosthesis and immediately ran over there, choosing an empty place to squat. Compared with the talented disciples in the same academy of Jiantian Pavilion, he actually liked to interact with these ferocious-looking seniors with different appearances.
"Hehe, kid, there is no cup suitable for you here, bring your own cup to drink from." A ferocious beast smiled with bloody fangs showing. If you didn't know, you would think it wanted to eat the king.
The prince nodded heavily, but he was quite calm, and casually took out a utensil to serve tea.
"Old Pixiu, have you heard from Xingshu that the Liuhe Immortal Realm has set off a great revolution?"
"The laws of Liuhe are special, and it is a recognized holy land of immortals. Oh, if this Liuhe Immortal Realm does not change, won't it become the back garden of the Four Extremes Immortal Land in the future?"
“Whether it is the mineral veins, spiritual medicines, or immortal medicines in the Liuhe Immortal Realm, the myriad races here treat them as cabbages, and the cultivators in the Four Extremes Immortal Land are very jealous.”
"Ha ha!"
……
A group of "ordinary cultivators" in the Eternal Immortal Territory were talking casually, and the princes were listening intently, their eyes wide open, and they didn't notice that the tea in their cups had been finished. They also slightly understood that the space immortal materials they moved had such a great effect...
That is the base material that can be used to construct caves, cross-domain teleportation formations, space storage, etc. It will be sold at a sky-high price, even enough to buy one's own race!
"Boy, why don't you speak?"
Suddenly, someone with eyes as big as copper bells glared at the prince who was listening attentively.
"How dare a junior say anything about what the seniors said?" Wang Hou stood up and saluted in a hurry. He looked embarrassed and nervous. He couldn't say a word about what the seniors talked about casually.
"You look thoughtful, so I'll ask you something."
"what?"
Wang Hou looked up in disbelief, horrified, "Senior, can you really ask?"
"Nonsense... If you don't ask and learn, how can you move forward on the path of immortality?" The beast laughed loudly, its laughter was like thunder, "My mining skills are all thanks to what the seniors taught me."
"Old Su, come on, the Kuang Clan hasn't even reached the Liuhe Immortal Realm yet, and you're still bragging?!"
"Hoo! Not bad."
"If we talk about the real mining ability, it has to be Senior Bei Ming from my Xianjiang. Wasn't it him who pioneered the Spirit Beast Mountain lineage back then?"
"Of course!"
……
The cultivators of various tribes around also teased the ferocious beast casually, saying that the seniors of your tribe have shit mining skills and they learned it from the Spirit Beast Mountain.
The cultivators of Henggu Xianjiang are obviously very talkative. They can talk about everything under the sun. Mining is not a very intensive job for Henggu Xianjiang.
The ferocious beast that had spoken cursed inwardly that it was unlucky. After bragging in front of the junior, its true form was immediately revealed. It really didn't give the beast any face!
The prince looked at it with hope, and the latter casually said, "Boy, ask."
"Senior, how can I cultivate this body? I want to live in the space vein!"
"Oh? Then you asked the right question."
"You are quite smart. You know that staying alive is the most important thing. You have some talent. Haha."
……
"Ha, ha ha." The prince also laughed foolishly. Only by staying alive can he carry more immortal materials and get more wages.
In the past, he practiced the art of killing, but now he has completely given up on it because it is completely useless here.
"Boy, let me tell you something."
"Senior, huh?"
"Look at those seniors who are resting in meditation at the mines. They go there to ask for advice whenever they have nothing to do. They kneel down to learn."
"Is this...Is this okay?"
Wang Hou's face suddenly turned pale. He was afraid that he would be killed by a palm strike from his senior. Even in Jiantian Pavilion, he would not dare to do so.
"It's OK here." A ferocious beast smiled bloodthirstily and nodded gently, "Outside, it's difficult. If you really treat mining as a job, it's too low."
"Treat this place as a place for cultivation." Another cultivator added coldly.
In the ancient fairyland, it is not uncommon for immortals to be blocked at the door. In this huge fairyland, how can we move forward without unity? Since they can come here to mine, they are one of us, which proves that their identities are clean.
"Yes!" Wang Hou was so excited that his whole body trembled slightly, and he bowed repeatedly, "Thank you for your guidance, seniors."
Sometimes he even felt a little dazed and felt like he had returned to his tribe.
Later, Wang Hou did not return to Jiantian Pavilion for a full ten years. He had been moving spatial fairy materials in the Donglin Fantasy Realm. When he was recovering from his injuries, he asked the elders of various races for advice on physical exercises.
Gradually, as Wang Hou returned from the mine again and again, the wounds on his body became fewer and fewer.
This year, he left the Donglin Fantasy Realm because it was the time for the master to preach.
He had not been back for ten years. When he stood under the Jiantian Pavilion, he felt as if he was in another world, as if he had returned to the present world from another world.
He slowly raised his head, a barely perceptible smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and he stepped into Jiantian Pavilion. His entry made the monks guarding the pavilion take a second look. His body was still intact...
When they returned to the Taoist temple again, a disciple noticed Wang Hou and inadvertently looked at him more.
This sermon was given in March.
After the teacher left, the princes also left the corner where they were listening to the sermon.
……
"Eastern Fantasy Realm, Chen Zi Huangwei, Sequence 5173 Porter Miner, Prince, pay your respects."
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Another twenty years.
The prince came over again. His physical energy and blood seemed to be roaring. Even his stature had become taller and more muscular. His eyes were full of heroism and sharpness. He was completely different from before.
Especially the deep light that unintentionally flowed through his eyes, which made the passing disciples of Jiantian Pavilion subconsciously avoid his edge.
"Is this a prince?"
"It seems like he..."
"it's him."
……
The once invisible disciple in the Taoist academy has now attracted the attention of some talented disciples. The kind of aura that he exudes unintentionally cannot be faked, but people only glanced at him one more time and no longer paid any attention to him.
This sermon lasted for one year.
The teacher couldn't help but look at the prince again, with a gleam of light in his eyes.
……
"Donglin Fantasy Realm, Chenzi Huangwei, Sequence 5173 Miner Porter, Prince, pay your respects!"
This time, Wang Hou disappeared in Jiantian Pavilion for a hundred years and missed a class. However, the senior teacher did not make a big deal about it and acted as if nothing had happened, and did not even call Wang Hou's name.
today.
The king returns again.
His blood was boiling and he walked towards Jiantian Pavilion step by step.
"Where did the ferocious beast come from?!" A passing disciple suddenly turned around, his eyes filled with shock, and realized that there was a cultivator from the pavilion walking towards him. He stared at the tall man in amazement and swallowed secretly.
far away.
A disciple named Xi Chao looked deeply at the prince who was walking towards Tiangang Taoist Temple, but the prince's perception was unusually sharp. He turned his head to look at Xi Chao and nodded calmly.
Xi Chao was startled, with a gleam in his eyes, and it seemed that he was extremely interested in the prince.
Inside the Tiangang Taoist Temple.
The prince was still sitting cross-legged in the corner. He no longer lowered his head, but looked calmly at the place where the master was preaching, without arrogance or impatience.
"Eh, haha, Wang Hou, I didn't expect that a disciple like you would be absent..." At this time, the disciple who had teased Wang Hou back then walked over and was about to say something like he did back then.
Sudden.
Wang Hou turned his head and looked at him with deep and sharp eyes: "Brother Dao, this matter has nothing to do with you. The master is about to give a lecture, so please be quiet."
The disciple's eyes widened, and he was forced to take a step back before he could finish his words.
Did this kid take some powerful medicine? !
He frowned, and then realized that he had shown his cowardice in front of such a small tribe's genius. He said in a deep voice: "Prince, you dare..."
Bang!
Suddenly, a pair of large hands like iron clamps pressed down on his shoulders, and Wang Hou said calmly: "Brother Dao, I don't want to repeat what I just said."
Click...
The disciple's face turned the color of liver, and a drop of cold sweat slowly appeared on his forehead. Seeing the strange looks coming from the people around him, he smiled with a fake smile, maintaining his dignity, and uttered with difficulty: "...Of course."
As soon as the words fell, the terrifying physical suppression force disappeared.
The prince sat down calmly, but the disciple's whole body softened due to the release of force. He walked past the prince with strange steps, and there was a look of fear in his eyes.
Soon, the master came over with a serious face and announced:
"Jiantian Pavilion has reopened the training and assessment route, but now it is not the hunting road to the battlefield of immortals and demons, but training in the secret realm of the immortal world with an extremely dangerous environment. All disciples, show your magical powers and wish you good luck...!"