The Human Emperor

“You can still enroll these students. But if you're going to do something for the Empire, I'm afraid you won't be able to do anything with this hundred students. ”

Old Xiang stopped and looked at Wang Zhou.

“Don't worry, Xiang Lao, these students are just the first group, and I will attract more people later, and I will not just stop at our Wang clan. ”

Wang Shongcheng said.

“Oh?”

Xiang Lao was somewhat surprised, but more appreciated:

“It would be better if you already had specific plans and ideas. I was worried. ”

After finishing his conversation with Xiang Lao, Wang Chong quickly returned to the palace.

Time flies and three days pass unconsciously.

At the edge of the spiritual pulse, Wang punch disc sits on the knee, eyes, nose, nose and mind, the essence gas god runs with the body's energy, along a strand of meridians, cave know-how, and circulates continuously inside.

The energy cycle absorbs spiritual power!

Wang Chong had not discovered it at the beginning, but as strength grew stronger, the realm grew higher and the spiritual power absorbed by Yuanqi grew, this became obvious.

So every time I run the energy, although the more I replenish it, the spirit will be a little tired, and I need to rest for a while before I can recover.

Wang Chong's spiritual power is quite powerful. Although he does not feel tired immediately, he can already feel a little spiritual power absorbed by Yuan Qi.

It's dark in front of me and I can't see a thing. Wang Chong maintained a steady state of mind, motionless.

After a long time, a slight wave suddenly appeared in the dark.

In the midst of meditation, Wang Zhong felt something more around him.

“Coming!”

Wang flashed a thought in his heart.

This feeling is not unfamiliar to Wang Chong, which has often been felt in recent times. There seems to be something more in the darkness around, but definitely not trees, pavilions, mountain stones, pools...

That's something more specific and slight.

It's something the naked eye can't see!

Close, but also far away...

Through a thin layer of window paper, but never breaking through.

“That's the rule, isn't it? ”

Wang Zheng secretly said in his heart.

The power of the heavens and the earth is the rule, and the martial arts halo is the rule. Only by understanding the rules of the heavens and the earth can one possess a martial arts halo.

All martial arts fighters, Miyako Miyayu does not have a martial arts halo, but Li Yaxin does.

Not all true martial arts strongmen will possess martial arts halo, nor will they possess martial arts halo if they have enough power!

Normally, people with martial arts halos will never be better than nobody in a situation where the level of battle is similar!

To possess a martial arts halo, rules must be understood first, and before that, rules must be touched.

The Ninth Order of Yuan Qi is the beginning of all this.

Only by touching the rules and perceiving their existence can we understand them, otherwise it is empty talk. Wang Chong is in this situation now.

Time went by, Wang Chung did not try to break through that barrier, but let himself flow and absorb his spiritual strength when the energy flowed.

Everything has its own nature!

When the ninth order of energy reaches its peak and wants to concentrate the white ripple halo, the most important thing is to “let it flow freely”, let the spirit and energy naturally combine and then blend to the peak.

Any aggressive behavior that forcibly attempts to do something is less ambitious. Some people are even exasperated by this.

“Buzz!”

When the energy absorbed spiritual power reached its peak, when it could no longer be absorbed, it finally changed quantitatively and qualitatively, listening only to the rumbling sound. In the darkness, Wang Chong's spiritual power seemed to break through a certain threshold, and something seemed to be perceived in the underworld.

At the next moment, the body was confined to the energy of Dantian and Kangju, and a burst of sound seemed to break through the shackles, breaking through the limitations of the body, like a stream of water gushing out of the body's pore know-how.

Boom, the void vibrated, looking down from the sky, only saw Wang flush out a clear wave on Monday, and when the wave reached its ultimate, suddenly contracted, collapsed, and then changed into a circle of white ripples.

As soon as the white ripples were formed, they immediately resembled steel, giving a feeling of immediacy and perseverance.

Boom!

How far away from Wang Zheng, a crisp black false mountain was swept across by white ripples, immediately bursting into pieces, finely shredded powder burst up how tall, in the air.

“It worked!”

In the air wave of the explosion, Wang Zheng suddenly stood up and his eyes burst with a glowing light.

From the peak of the ninth to ninth order, the amount of energy has not increased much, but the power is the difference between heaven and earth.

Boom, Wang clash punched out, the body immediately Yuan Qi vibrated, coming out of the fist, and at the end of Yuan Qi, a circle of white ripples seemed to come out without a whistle.

Boom, the void caused the great waves in the sky, and Wang Chong's punch erupted like a landslide tsunami.

“Great"

Wang Zheng was thrilled with his heart. The power of the previous practice was fully exerted after the peak of the ninth order. In terms of power alone, Wang Zheng's strength is absolutely incomparable with that of a rank of Nine Kingdoms Martial Artist.

One move, one move!

Wang Chong made the original dragon bone technique out. Each time it was made out, there was a circle of white ripples out. Even when the heel kicked out, there was a white ripples out, and the power increased more than a few times.

Wang Chung gently kicked and broke a rock.

Wang Chung can now burst from any part of his body with extremely powerful white ripples.

“Try the Hundred Steps Fist again! ”

Wang sighted a circle and quickly caught sight of the oblique side, a large leafy tree twenty years away. Boom, a cometary fist wrapped in white ripples, burst out suddenly, only heard a loud noise, the leafy trees along with the surrounding five or six trees were blown to pieces by Wang Chung's "Hundred Step Fist”.

Hurricane hit the ground, scraped away the turf, lifted up the dirt underneath and sprinkled the sky.

“Is the Ninth Stage so powerful? ”

A loud voice came from behind him, and Wang rushed back and found himself standing behind a circle of people. More than a hundred girls and boys stood at the edge of the field and had long been seen.

“It doesn't seem to be the Ninth Order of Yuan Qi, it's the Hundred Steps God Fist, right? ”

“Impossible, I've also seen the Hundred Steps Fist. It doesn't have that much power! ”

A group of young boys and girls suddenly argued.

Wang Chung looked at the group of young boys and girls who were unable to make out because of themselves and smiled slightly. Before they could react, Wang flushed his torso and immediately jumped from the top of the mountain, and the rabbit fell, looking away.

When we first entered the mountain, we were expected to reach the peak of the ninth order in about ten days, gathering white ripple halo. Now that we have achieved our purpose, we should also leave.

Shh shh shh shh!

Just a moment later, Wang Chung vanished from sight.

“Little guy...”

In the rear, the evil old man held a sip of Junshan Snow Butterfly Tea and watched Wang Chung disappear under the mountain through the window, revealing a smile at the corner of his mouth.

But soon, the smile became harsh:

“Give me practice! ”

“Humph!”

There was a very uncomfortable sound in the window, and then everything went back to safety.

……

“Young Master! ”

Outside the spiritual base, three green wagons stopped. The eagle, iron hand and lone wolf stood outside, and the sky was three large eagles flying in a circle.

“Where is the location? ”

Wang punched and nodded, asking.

“The Ten Days of Gossip Beauty in the West! ”

As he spoke, the eagle handed over a poster. Black bottom with only two large red letters “Invitation” on it, bright as blood.

“Oh, not a dragon, but Jiang, he's bold. ”

Wang shook his head, took the invitation from the eagle and bowed into the carriage.

“Drive!! ”

Drinking and whipping, the three carriages slowly moved towards the capital. There, a Wang Zhuang waited for a long time before finally appeared.

No one knows that a storm is brewing in the Great Tang Empire.

Nobody knew what the storm meant, and it wasn't until many years later that its effects slowly became apparent.

……

West of the city, a row of lanterns hang from the land of beautiful people, but the light is dim. The siege of Gao Li 'er and the death of the Little Beast Forest King were like a storm washing this place over and over.

The arrogance and arrogance of the beautiful people of Gogh were washed away, leaving them with a hint of awe, fear and consternation.

Wang Zheng walked on Gao Zhili's land at this time.

Once a bustling beauty scene, it now looks a lot cooler than it was before.

Gao Zhenli actually tried to kill the imperial minister of Wenwu, and also summoned more than a thousand orthodox soldiers from Gao Zhenli...

The revelation of this incident has had a great impact on the business of Gao Zhili.

Many of Goguryeo's stores are Mencoro Birds.

This will not change for at least a short time.

“Son, I'm afraid this isn't a good idea? We have just wiped out the Orthodox army of Gao Zhenli, and now we come to the land of Gao Zhenli, who are afraid to hate us to die. ”

Iron hands frowned.

The Empire raised the important Annan Metropolitan seal of revenge and Jong-jing, but it was a feast on the land of the beautiful people in the high sentences, which was unexpected.

After experiencing the Little Beast Forest King, a few people are probably well known in the land of Gao Xinli. Privately, I've heard that several of the portraits of Gao Zhili are already human hands.

“Oh, so what? Now we are not afraid of Gao Xinli, but Gao Xinli should be afraid of us. In the land of Datang, are we afraid of a few foreigners? ”

Wang Chong raised his head to his chest and did not think so.

He had long felt the gaze of all sides coming from the various door seams, railings and behind the windows. But Wang Chung doesn't care.

It is long overdue for the Godzilians to heal them. Now, it is these Goguryeo people who deserve to be.

Along the way, the four of them quickly arrived in a dark, golden, somewhat odd, yet extremely rich place.

“Ten Days Big Tavern! ”

Wang stared at the five words on the black plaque across the street, which was an ancient ten-day pattern.

This is where Zhangzheng Jianqiong banquet is held.