My talent is resurrection

Chapter 243 The Dragon Breeder Tao Li
There was a big commotion in the Middle Earth Academy today. Several saints came out together and settled down on the sky.

Just because one person came to the door.

Taoist old sword god.

The situation is not good.

The sage of the academy who was at the front set off first, stepped down the sky, confronted the old sword god, and asked.

"What's the matter?"

Yao Tianchang raised his sword, and replied with a blank expression, "Let's see."

The sage of Xuegong said coldly: "This is not the origin of Taoism."

Besides, Yao Tianchang still raised his sword to see, how could he have such a view?

The rest of the saints in the academy are seated in the small world in all directions, showing a tendency to dominate the formation.

If it is said that Yao Tianchang is invincible in the world, they would agree, but in the end, it is just fighting against each other and being invincible.

Several supreme sages from the Academy teamed up to stabilize Yao Tianchang's head.

Although Taoism overwhelmed the Xuegong because of Yao Tianchang's birth, it was only slightly overwhelmed, and there were not as many Tianzun who were a little lower than the Xuegong Saints.

In addition, the school benefited a lot from the ancient war between the human race and the monster race. .

For example now.

Not only the sages of Confucianism, but also the Bing, Mohists, and other sages and scholars all showed up one after another.

Onlookers.

formation.

Yao Tianchang glanced at the sky and asked.

"That's all there are?"

Headed by Xuegong, the sage known as the sage of Confucianism held his hands behind his back and shook his head slightly, "You know, you can't win."

It's not that Yao Tianchang is not strong enough, it's just that all the saints in the academy are here, and they can no longer be measured simply by combat power.

The Saints of the academy have a strong background, which is almost equivalent to half of the combat power of the entire human race.

Yao Tianchang is here, if he really dares to draw his sword, it will be the strength of half the human race!

Dare?

The sage of Confucianism squinted his eyes, looked past Yao Tianchang, and looked at the situation in the distance.

Maybe Yao Tianchang dared.

But he will never draw a sword.

Because if Yao Tianchang drew his sword towards the Academy, it would not only represent him personally, but the entire Taoism declared war on the Academy.

Once the two major forces of the human race turn against each other and fight each other, the monster race will hardly have to attack the city anymore, and just sit back and reap the benefits of the fisherman.

The general trend is here.

So no matter how high-minded Yao Tianchang is, he still can't use this sword.

Having said that, the door of Miyamoto of the Middle Earth School was blocked and shouted. Even if this person is the sword god Yao Tianchang, it still doesn't sound good to say it.

The Confucian sage stretched out his hand slightly, made an invitation, and said.

"You can go in and talk if you have something to do. If you have nothing to do, please leave. I'm busy and not idle."

Yao Tianchang lightly flicked the flying sword in his hand, hanging beside him, with a slightly gloomy expression, he only asked one question.

"Tianguang Prefecture guards Jiaolong, why let Tao Li go?"

The Confucian sage was silent for a while, then spoke slowly.

"He's the best."

Yao Tianchang cursed directly: "Fuck your mother, why don't you go?"

The sage of Confucianism froze, and said in a deep voice: "This is not your Taoist heavenly palace, please pay attention to your words."

Yao Tianchang gritted his teeth and asked, "Pay attention?!"

Feijian trembled.

Yao Tianchang spoke angrily.

"You want to force Tao Li to die, and you still want me to pay attention?"

The sage of Confucianism explained in a slow voice: "Heaven predicts that he is the most suitable."

Yao Tianchang replied: "That's right, why don't you go and see that Jiaolong?"

What are these Confucian sages thinking, Yao Tianchang can't understand?

It is nothing more than hope that Tao Li can use the flying sword "Time" to slay the past dragon, and then use the future dragon to gather the world's water transportation, and become the water god under the jurisdiction of the school palace.

As for why this dragon was imprisoned in Tianguang Prefecture, I am afraid that only Confucian sages know the answer.

Among them, there are countless victories.

It's annoying to think about it.

Regarding these, although Yao Tianchang was in Tianguangzhou before and knew about it, he didn't take care of it, and he didn't want to take care of it.

Until Tao Li was involved.

When Yao Tianchang was guarding the Dao for the old warrior in Wuwu Prefecture, he learned that Tao Li had gone to the place where the dragon was imprisoned to guard the dragon. After the guarding was completed, he went straight across the state and came to the Zhongtu Academy to interrogate him.

The Confucian sage sighed slightly and continued to explain.

"Tianji speculates that Tao Li is the best person."

Yao Tianchang looked coldly at the sage of Confucianism, and said word by word.

"Life and death are five or five, the best person you said?"

The Confucian sage sighed, "There is at least a [-]% probability."

He looked at Yao Tianchang and said softly.

"Besides, you also know that it shouldn't be a time of civil strife in the human race, let alone be arrogant."

For Yao Tianchang, this is the best words of restraint.

Yao Tianchang stared straight at the Confucian sage in front of him, his eyes fixed.

The hanging flying sword stagnated.

Yao Tianchang stretched out his hand to pinch Feijian, his face was gloomy.

A sword cut.

The expressions of all the saints in the sky were serious in an instant, and they stretched out their hands to make a formula, and a large formation enveloped it, covering the entire academy in an instant.

The sword stops.

Cut out every inch of the Great Formation of All Saints.

Yao Tianchang's figure has disappeared, and his whereabouts are unknown.

The sage of Confucianism looked helplessly at the void of heaven and earth that was about to collapse after the blow of the sword.

The Jiaolong in Tianguang Prefecture is a strategy calculated by Confucianism for nearly a thousand years. After several twists and turns, it finally has some signs of success. Naturally, it cannot be easily given up.

Once this matter is successful, it will not only benefit the academy, but it will also be a blessing for the entire human race.

The birth of the water god of the human race will increase the luck of the entire human race by a foot out of thin air, and will add a lot of bargaining chips for the future battle with the monster race.

This is precisely the reason why the old sword god couldn't unleash his sword freely.

Because this is really for the general trend of the human race.

The Confucian sage sighed slightly.

Xuegong is now confused about his own family affairs, and has to calculate the future of these human races.

Difficult to do.

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Chen Jiu stood at the top of the city, thinking about the news that a Taoist monk brought him a few days ago.

It was the method of condensing the golden core brought to him by the old heavenly master.

Among them, the most suitable method for Chen Jiu, the old master deliberately selected two methods.

One is to use the wick flying sword as the embryo of the golden elixir, and condense it into the future golden elixir. This method is simple, and the golden elixir obtained is also excellent. The only disadvantage is that it will be more difficult to break the Nascent Soul in the future. It is easy to get stuck in Jindan.

The second is to gather martial courage for physical training. The conditions are relatively harsh. At least one needs to be born with physical fitness and strong martial arts, and the most important thing is to have a whole body of righteousness.

Although it looked difficult, the old heavenly master felt that it was just suitable for Chen Jiu. Several of the difficulties seemed to be not difficult for Chen Jiu.

It's just that the method of gathering courage is relatively general, and there is no method that can be followed in a regular manner, so it is difficult to explore.

Chen Jiu flipped through these two methods repeatedly, and his eyes finally stopped on the sentence that condensed his courage.

"One pill in the body, colorless and lightless, is a martial courage."

After thinking about it, Chen Jiu thought it was wrong, and said to himself.

"Isn't this just gallstones?"

How mysterious is it?
(End of this chapter)