The Beginning of Panlong: Three Realms in Vertical and Horizontal

Although he is a holy magister, and the soul attack method can be ranked in the top three in the sanctuary, there is no good way to face the injury of the soul.

The power of the soul covered the entire imperial capital, and a middle-aged man with a neat beard and a black gentleman's clothing was detected.

"William, come and help me, I owe you a favor!"

The middle-aged gentleman of the "Cromwell Saint Magister" reacted with a bit of astonishment. Although his teacher was one of the two greatest beings in the entire Magnolia continent, he had just been promoted to the sanctuary level, and his status was higher than that of that. The ultimate powerhouse of the ancient sanctuary is far worse, and he can only be regarded as a junior in front of the opponent.It's a good thing to make the other person owe a person.

This holy magic master faintly radiated a light green light, disappeared in the tavern, leaving behind a few gold coins.But everyone in the tavern was unaware of it.

"How about it, William!" This is the third time the Cromwell Saint Magister asked, a trace of anger was revealed on his face. It was obvious that squeezing an ant-like ghost could not release his anger!

At this moment in the imperial palace, Wright is lying on a big bed, and the William Saint Magister who practices life magic wipes his sweat to heal Wright.

Life magic is the unique inheritance magic of the Magnolia Empire's Life Temple. It lacks strong offensiveness, but has the most powerful healing power.Light magic can only heal injuries and diseases on the body, while life magic can heal even the soul.

"It's okay." Wright checked carefully and released several corresponding life magic."After the soul is wounded, the mental power may decrease slightly, but the consequences will not be too serious. After all, it is the spiritual power of a seventh-level magician."

"However, he may be in a coma for a period of time. The soul attack he received is accompanied by some undead power. Although I have been cured with life magic, it is still damaged. Well, his coma should not last more than a month.

"Then thank you William Saint Magister." Cromwell was quite polite to William, not only because of his background, but also because he treated his own disciples.

"What I should do, Master Cromwell, then I will leave first!" William Saint Magister didn't dare to ask for it, after all, the opponent's strength was far beyond him.The two of them didn't talk about any rewards, after all, the favor of the Cromwell Saint magician was already extremely expensive.

Knowing that his disciple would not be in serious trouble, the Cromwell Saint Magister also breathed a sigh of relief.

As for the mental power is slightly damaged?The mediocre magician only looks at spiritual power, and his own disciples have already touched the law. The growth rate of spiritual power by the law of perception is much higher than that of meditation. It is nothing more than a delay of becoming a Holy Magic Guild for ten years!

Speaking of my own disciple, he might become a sanctuary fighter first.

Since my disciple is fine, I need someone to settle the account!

Ten minutes ago, in a low-key side hall of the imperial palace, the first emperor, the sword-sage Bill Sistanda, who was respected and worshipped by countless people of the empire, showed melancholy.After thinking for a while, he brought in his most talented descendant, the second sanctuary powerhouse of the Royal Family Sistanda, and after a few commands, he disappeared into the palace as if it had turned into a breeze.

Ten minutes later, the Cromwell Saint Magister appeared in this side hall, the power of the soul swept past, with a three-point anger on his face.

"Charlie boy, get out of me!" After a while, Charlie Sistenda, the second sanctuary warrior of the Sistenda family, appeared in front of the Cromwell Saint Magister, with a pleased look.

"Charlie boy, let me ask you where did your ancestor go."

"Master Cromwell, the clan ancestor just went out to visit friends!"

"Go out to visit friends? I don't know if the old man is making trouble for him! How does your Sistenda family manage the imperial capital? My disciples will be attacked in the imperial capital, and there are also ninth-level undeads!"

Charlie Sistanda said in his heart, "The ancestors ran away because they were afraid of your troubles." His face was still smiling, "Master Cromwell, listen to Master William say, isn't your disciple doing nothing? Why get angry!"

"The key is not whether there was an accident, but the attitude of your Sistenda family. My disciples are all souls injured. Don't your family say anything!"

There were a few drops of sweat on Charlie Sistenda's face, and the old ancestor really did the same as the old ancestor said, "innocent". Fortunately, the old ancestor has already given a countermeasure.

"A bottle of'Soul Eater' honey can accelerate the recovery of wounds on the soul!"

"not enough!"

"An earl title, and the northern province has divided a county area territory! But this will not be granted until he reaches the eighth level."

"Hey, the earl will wait for my disciple to enter the eighth level.

Charlie Sistanda almost didn't choke, the earl title is indeed worthless, but the real earl-level realm is not available to every eighth-level magician who graduated from the first magical college in Puang. Most of them also get an earl. It’s nothing more than to receive some annuities.

"That's all the conditions given by the ancestors, at most I can add 80 million gold coins!"

"It's pretty much the same!" For his disciple, he slapped the Sistenda family fiercely, and Master Cromwell went back to see his other disciple quite satisfied.

Charlie Sistanda saw that his private vault was almost half empty, and he was crying without tears, and wondered if his ancestors would be reimbursed.

And Bill, the ancestor of the Sistenda family, sneezed in mid-air.

"Fortunately, I thought of letting little Charlie communicate with that old guy on my behalf! Charlie is a junior after all, that old guy should be embarrassed to beat him up! Anyway, if I stay here, I will definitely be beaten by him! Charlie is really hard for you. ."

Chapter 21 Dreamland and Awakening

While the Cromwell Saint Magister was discussing compensation with the Sistenda family, Wright fell into a dream once again.

But it was also the longest dream that Wright had experienced.

Suddenly, Wright seemed to be behind a baby.

In a room with white walls, a few figures wearing white clothes and strange masks are busy.At the top of the room, dozens of crystal lamps are arranged in a concentrated manner, emitting a white light, making the room very bright.

"Coming out! Coming out! It's a boy" these busy figures uttered language that they didn't understand but could easily understand.

"Haha, I'm a father, I'm still a leader!"

The baby was taken to a bright and spacious house with a gentle mother, a serious father, and kind relatives and friends. The family was not rich but not poor.Such a happy life seems to last forever.

Six years later, a few men in colorful clothes found his father. The father stayed up all night and sat on the balcony smoking a smoldering cigarette.The next day, the father said goodbye to his wife and children in tears, and never returned.Once again, I got news from him, it was a fluttering death notice!

The mother shed tears, but took the burden of the family even stronger.

After another ten years, my mother was busy with work and the conditions at home became better and better.However, teenagers who neglected to discipline became extremely stubborn, fighting, smoking, and even blackmailing.

One sunny morning, after the fight, he was taken away by the police station.At noon, a chubby dean led him back. Such a chubby teacher patted the boy on the shoulder and handed a cigarette.The two chatted for an afternoon in the school playground.

The boy told his mother that he was going to practice martial arts.

The next day, he and the teacher left home.

"In ancient times, although human beings surpassed ordinary beasts by virtue of their collective and weaponry advantages, they still suffered heavy casualties in the face of other human races, such as Neanderthals, or some groups of beasts, such as the attack of the dire wolf!"

"In the ancient times, humans imitated the movements of wild beasts, exercised their physical stamina, and exercised their skills in killing and fighting!"

"The ancient boxing technique was a killing technique, and more fundamentally, it was to protect the tribe and relatives."

"Killing and hurting Tianhe, in the Middle Ages, human beings integrated health-preserving skills into boxing, creating the embryonic form of internal boxing!"

"The purpose of my Xingyiquan is to be proud and forget the form. Of course, this is the highest state. You should still learn form honestly now."

"Xiao Ming, you played well, come on!"

"Good job, fight ten wild wolves with your bare hands! One minute and eighteen seconds!"

"Not bad, your boxing skills are now really included."

"Starting tomorrow, you will be a teacher!"

When Li Ming returned home, his mother was also very happy. After all, she was just such a child.

But soon, Li Ming always felt that staying at home couldn't bear to be lonely.