Full-time Mage: Start by getting the White Tiger Pendant.

Chapter 372 Last stop, Egypt!

"If you have enough 42 warrior-level spirits, click on the gold system, the fifth-level mid-level imperial weapon..."

Lu Jun rubbed his chin. After all, if things go on like this, Tai'a Jian is the greatest contributor to the collection of spirits.

In the rest of the time, he devoted himself to meditation and practice, consolidated the cultivation base of the six-system galaxy, and then left.

Another group of people from the Huaxia National Team is already urging. They will head to Egypt first, and then they will gather in Cairo. The last stop of the National Team will return to Venice after completing the Egyptian challenge.

When he saw Mo Fan, Mu Ningxue and the others, they were all in high spirits, and they had made great progress.

The crowd gathered together without hesitation, and took a plane to Egypt that afternoon.

The South African national team bid farewell ahead of time. They lost more than half of their members and had to suspend their national training, return to the country, and re-select members.

In fact, the national training teams of most countries are like this. An immortal like the Huaxia team is extremely rare.

The Sahara is very close to Egypt. After about a few hours, the two groups of people gathered.

Guan Yu's mouth was full of sourness: "Mo Fan, you guys are really good. You were lucky enough to break into the Sahara and bring out the South African national team."

"Hehehe." Mo Fan counterattacked lightly: "Lucky? Why didn't you follow?"

As the two quarreled, Jun Lu received an exact order from the tutor of the government. After challenging the Egyptian National Pavilion, he went to the city-state of Pushini, which is more than 200 kilometers away from Rome, to participate in a war.

There is nothing to say about the Egyptian National Pavilion. Mo Fan led the team to challenge, and it was done in an hour.

Although Egypt is the strongest dark horse in this Venice Competition, winning consecutive victories against the United States, Greece, and the United Kingdom, and almost won the championship at one point, and finally ranked runner-up, but it was obtained by cheating at the Pharaoh Fountain, and its normal level is very low.

Mo Fan has defeated their national team, not to mention the mere defenders.

After winning the badge, Ai Jiangtu was extremely excited, and said with emotion: "We have created a miracle, the only team in the history of the National Competition that challenged the National Pavilion and won without a single miss."

After the words fell, even Guan Yu, Nan Rong Ni, Mu Yingting and other guys who had no sense of group responsibility felt honored.

People all over the world, and even participating teams from various countries have already regarded the Huaxia team as the biggest favorite to win the championship. Regardless of the past, it has risen again.

The crowd arrived in the city of Pushini, two hundred kilometers away, with the joyful mood that they were about to complete their experience.

The whole city has a bit of ancient Egyptian charm, and the stone fences are still kept outside the city, including streets and houses, many of which are made of stone, and the gray and white tone looks simple and solemn.

Lu Jun and others walked on the street and saw some injured people being carried to a certain place for treatment on poles from time to time.

Mo Fan scratched his head and asked, "Strange, why are there so many injured?"

"Before I came here, I heard that there were some troubles in Pushini. It seems that the problem is more serious than imagined."

Nan Jue said, and immediately saw two wind mages lifting the white medical poles one after the other, and running quickly towards the center of the street on the wind track.

The wounded man on the shoulder pole was shockingly injured. Both legs were torn apart at the root, wrapped in a thick white cloth, stained bright red, even the shoulder pole was stained, bleeding profusely, even to the ground drop.

Lu Jun Mingrui sensed that the man's breath of life dropped rapidly.

Seeing this scene, everyone who was originally relaxed looked heavy, smelling the breath of war.

Zhao Manyan said: "The direction they are going seems to be the same as the place we are going to report."

A group of people followed and arrived at a wide street in a short while, where there were white tents trimmed with gold, quite luxurious and luxurious, with a holy and noble temperament.

Pedestrians were in a hurry nearby, people from all directions gathered and scattered, and all the injured were transported into tents.

There is a flower wheel flag on the top of these milky white gold-rimmed tents. The flower wheel has been extremely carefully designed. No matter from which angle you look at it, you will see similar but opposite patterns of petals and flower branches.

Then a large number of petals and branches form a complete milky white flower wheel with a golden blue halo.

One look at this logo, and one knows that it must be from a world-renowned super organization. This flower wheel with a luster that is completely different from the background color is equivalent to an anti-counterfeiting logo that is difficult to imitate!

Seeing this, Nanrong Ni, the healer in the team, took the lead in showing reverence and longing in his eyes.

Lu Jun knew that this was the Parthenon, one of the eight major organizations in the world, the White Magic Palace, the holy land that all healing mages longed for. He could sense the injured man with a broken leg just now brought in, and his breath of life quickly returned to normal from the trough. .

Mo Fan walked into the tent, and his gaze was fixed on an angel in white in a wheelchair. She was a beautiful girl with a soft voice and a flawless appearance.

Her white and slender hands were shining with white light, and the milky white liquid dripped to heal the injured man with the broken leg.

A miracle happened, the bones grew little by little, the muscles spread and grew, the cortex healed and wrapped, and a pair of intact legs appeared.
This is the healing mage of the Parthenon Temple, who has the unique top-level healing method bestowed by the temple. Ordinary healing mages have worked hard to stop bleeding and heal, let alone achieve this level.

The gap between the two is tens or hundreds of times.

Lu Jun squinted his eyes. Just like the three methods of summoning, space, and soul that he learned in the Inca Empire, the Parthenon must have top-level research on the four lines of white magic: soul, healing, plants, and blessings, and it is even more mature.

Can benefit most mages, unlike his out-of-print only.

"That's why the present doesn't have to be as good as the past..."

He lamented that if it wasn't for the gift from the Inca Empire that allowed him to overtake in a corner, it would be a little worse than the accumulation of mages from the top powers.

At this moment, Mo Fan ignored the miraculous scene, and stepped forward quickly, unable to believe that a strong and simple girl next door in the past has become a noble and holy female mage, he tremblingly said: "Xinxia! Why are you here?!"

Originally, the girl in a wheelchair was modestly comforting the fanatical worship and cheers around her. When she heard this familiar voice, she couldn't help but shake her body. She quickly looked this way, her beautiful eyes were moist, and she shouted in surprise: "Brother Mo Fan!"

That's right, this Parthenon female mage is Xinxia.

Lu Jun knew it a long time ago. Seeing the appearance of the two of them, the bgm sounded in his ears: "You are the wind~, I am the sand~, lingering~"

He tactfully led several people away to make room for the two of them.

The so-called thinking about people when seeing things, he also missed his sisters Lu Mei, Tang Yue, and Ding Yumian. Soon his world tour will come to an end, the Venice competition will start, and then he will return to his hometown in honor.

It's just that Nanrong Ni is a little bit lost. She knows everything and was hit. As a direct descendant of the Nanrong family, she is not qualified to step into the Parthenon to practice, but an ordinary civilian girl can do it. Is there a difference in qualifications? !
(End of this chapter)