Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

Instead, “Lord Green Willow" Fang was stunned and dragged by his father into the temporarily built "Star Glow Federation Centennial Glorious Exhibition Hall”, as if from one dream to another deeper dream, the light around him instantly darkened, his heart shrank, doubting whether it was another trap.

However, to think that Xue Longhu, the golden Danqiang, was sent to the iron cage, and the electricity turned into coke, and his self-determined father, too, looked like a madman, just like that. His Excellency Fang sighed secretly in his heart. If he came to peace, he wanted to kill and listen to his respects!

In the exhibition hall, no one came to kill him, perhaps because it had not been officially opened, nor had a few federal monks been seen.

In the corner, the elder man saw a number of well-known masters, a respected senior, scolding one party's proud strength, one wearing a nine-star Dragon Warfare emblem on his chest, a red hoop on his arm, both “management committee” and “economic and trade commission”, what “development bureau”, what “prosecutor, road and bridge, information bureau” and so on, so many different, thought it was a strange door in the new court.

On one of the rarest red hoops, there are four big words - "Tower Company”.

What exactly does this “tower company" do? Brother Fang really wants to break his head and can't think of it. Even the tall people wearing red hoops probably don't know.

Because Master Fang clearly remembers that the tiger's back bear waist, two height tall man, in the realm of repair there is a sign called "Totian Tower”.

Eighty-nine out of ten chose this door because of their nicknames.

It is also trapped in the Valley of Rage, where the atmosphere is very different from the outside.

Ancient Saint Brothers, who are still being screened and vetted on several of the starships outside, are all fearful, frowned upon and frightened, like a bereavement dog.

But the ancient Saint Brother here seemed to disembark early, and went into the granary rat, a skinny, slippery, fat ear, with a mysterious smile on his face. From time to time, he cast a blind look at each other. It was a delightful melting scene, all delighted.

When they saw Fang's father and son come in, many people threw their envious and jealous eyes at them, but they didn't have much malice in their eyes. It seemed that everyone had eaten to support their bellies, lazy their muscles, and couldn't compete for some flie-headed small profit.

Fang Dazhang lowered his voice and held his smile: “See, so many Daoyuans and seniors, many people repaired higher than their father, sectarian strength is much stronger than our Qingyun sword pie, but because his mind was not turned fast enough, let him go first for his father, the first to come out in response to the national call, sold the land, mineral veins and other resources, and we drank the saliva, got the most shares and preferential terms, and also gained the favor above. That 'vulture Li Yiu’ has also photographed his father's shoulder with his own hands, saying that his sectarian ‘Yao World Group’ needs to work well with our Qingyun sword pie! Look at the sight of these people, hey, this trip to Mount Anger is a blessing from evil! ”

The eldest son nodded continuously, before he could always give a gift to his uncles around him, and his father dragged him onto a circular floating disc. The floating disc floated half a foot from the ground and carried the two men steadily forward.

“Huh!”

It is really too illusory to open a path around, 3D holographic and even full of colorful scents. Immediately, Mr. Fang was deeply attracted. What high people and seniors, they all threw themselves out of the Nine Clouds.

Conditions are limited, and this Centennial Glorious Presentation of the Federation is mainly based on holographic videos played in the illusory realm of Tai Fantasy.

Forgiveness is enough to dazzle and shock many ancient holy kingdan and yuan babies, not to mention the “Green Willow Prince” Fang Chengzhi.

Holographic video is divided into five parts. At the beginning, four lightning bolts heavily struck Lord Fang's retina: “The Great Powers Heavy Weapon! ”

Boom, boom, boom!

Along with the deafening mechanical roar, the splash of steel flowers and the flow of iron water, a strangely shaped alloy like an extraterrestrial meteorite is refined under the mechanical extrusion, stretching, cutting and smelting of a supermassive, mountain-like, mammoth dome.

The light flashes, the images change, these larger alloy components are used for highways and bridges in the mountainous mountains; the construction of near-Earth orbital rings outside the atmosphere; the laying of minerals on a resource planet; and even a huge, unfriendly starship that makes up these scolding beasts, the hardest bones!

Hundreds of star naval warships docked outside the atmosphere, in orbital circles that rely on vacuum shuttles to and from the hundreds of thousands of meters; or in star battlestones transformed by asteroids… the power of great industry, such a modern miracle, accelerates the heart beat of the Grand Duke Fang, his nostrils dilate, his brain explodes wavelessly, he can't help but scream with his head.

This is the real world of fairies!

Such a powerful Federation of Stars, such a mighty Immortal Spirit!

His knees were soft, and if his father did not enter a spiritual spirit behind him in a timely manner, he would have to cry and worship on the floor.

In the darkness ahead, the second set of images shines: "The Ghost Axe Artist. ”

It was big, but now it's small. It's only clean and tidy in the big Fabao factory. There's no half of the ancient holy realm refinery factory. The heads are shattered and cluttered. Only three or five fixers operate nervously in front of the console at one end of the workshop.

On the dozens of pipelines that the console connects to, all kinds of spirit-driven robotic arms make an extremely clever move, a handle chain saw sword, a shock knife, and a thermal axe, just like that, slightly prototypical, gradually flashing, fresh out of the furnace!

Gradually enlarged, you can see that at the end of each robotic arm, dozens of bull capillary needle-like probes are stretched out, and at a speed unrecognizable to the naked eye, "shuddering" jumps, inserting an ultra-micronic chip and components deep into Fabao, making these melee treasures more energy-efficient, intelligent, and stable.

“This -” the old man looked at the ball and didn't believe it at all.

Less than three incense kung fu, hundreds of swords came out of the furnace? Well, let's not say that their ancient Saint Brothers used divine weapons, even ordinary swords used by the army of mortals, were not so fast!

He now remembers that his father had worked hard to refine a "Green Lotus Broken Heart Sword”, which took several years before and after, but eventually something went wrong. The refinery could not withstand the shock of the flame, exploded a gap, and for several years his heart went to waste!

And in the Immortal Realm, if you play Kung Fu, you can refine hundreds of Divine Soldier's weapons, which —— how can you fight the Immortal Realm!

The Great Brother Fang was impressed by the speed of refining the Divine Soldier's weapon, and even the “polymer graded scan”, “mustard grade ultra slight engraving”, “ultra stable transgalactic high-speed spiritual network channel” and so on, were not so shocked, because he had no idea exactly what these embroidered kung fu were doing, the federal government's propaganda, but there was some suspicion that blind people would be thrown away.

However, in the third part, "Anju Entertainment", the old man's head had just cooled down and boiled again.

The tall buildings, the scales, the brilliant lights, the bustling city like never before!

Developed transportation, comfortable accommodation, countless delicacies, endless silk satin!

Even the meanest ordinary people can sit in a clean classroom with tiny windows, learn the history of the entire civilization, explore the future of the Federation of Stars, get a free inheritance of basic divinity, and even have a nutritional lunch with faint powers to feed their children for free!

Brother Fang is completely ruined.

If the words "Great Powers Heavy Weapon” and “Ghost Axe Artifact” were merely fairy gods and within his comprehension, then this ordinary man and the cultivator coexisted in harmony and lived happily together, and the scene of his prosperity truly, truly and truly subverted all his cognitions and laws.

“Even the people of Le People of the Immortal World are so white and fat, so tall, so well-respected and confident?

“These fairy people can actually master the immortal armor, the giant immortal boat, and even enter the Dynasty?

“How is that possible? How is that possible? The fairies in the fairy world, why make the people so comfortable, this, is there still a bit of ethics, and it doesn't make sense, the fairies all suffer from heartbreaking insanity? ”

Big Brother Fang swallowed the spit and felt his legs trembling unconsciously.

He was scared. He was really scared and creepy.

He felt a smiling face of the "fairy world people”, between its white and neat teeth, a new, unknown, more powerful and unstoppable force than just the Great Power Heavy Weapon and the Haunted Axe Artifact.

He was confronted with this power, like an ant in the face of all the rage, all the complaints, hatred, anger and hostility, which became ridiculous and insignificant.

Act IV, Defending the Nation.

The material was intercepted from the Battle of the Star Sea three years ago, when the Starlight Federation and the Black Wind fleet fought each other, and dozens of giant warriors blasted out the brightest sparks in the star sea.

The eldest son was immersed in too illusory a realm. It was like drifting in a sea of weightless stars. Ten thousand dead lights penetrated the space around him, and countless suns rose in front of him and around him and blew apart.

Brother Fang couldn't help but whisper, like a wild dog caught between the two dragons.

The war in the Immortal Realm is terrible. Compared to the war of such an astonishing crying ghost god, the ancient holy realm of so-called "herds of deer" is just a trick for children to live in.

He only realizes that a month ago, "Vulture Lee Yao" really exercised the utmost restraint - if those hundreds of star naval warships really roared, it would be more than 10,000 meters to blow the whole Mountain of Wrath to the ground!