Apprentice the four-eyed Taoist master

Chapter 142

Chapter One Hundred and Forty One

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“Wow…!”

Exclaimed like the tide, shaking the valley.

Everyone is of the Talisman School, and Xu Junming’s performance just now clearly comprehend a fundamental method into the blue fundamental talisman, and trained it into his life talisman.

And the blue fundamental symbols are usually Realm that Gold Core cultivator can comprehend!

“Brother, you are too good to break…!!!”

Liu Dehua’s voice of howling ghosts and crying wolves reveals a bit of madness, and it feels like a fan of chasing stars.

“Brother Xu, it seems that my Cultivation Base is still far behind you!” Liu Changqing, who was standing in the audience, was shocked.

From the beginning to the present, Zhao Lie and Xie Wuji, whose expressions have been steady, are now shocked.

There are many people in Xiantian who understand the blue fundamental talisman, and they are.

But they have all polished up in the Xiantian period. How long has Xu Junming entered the Tao?

“Huh…!”

The sound of breaking through the air sounded.

An old Taoist man with grey hair wearing Azure Taoist robe suddenly appeared.

Xie Wuji didn’t dare to neglect when seeing the people coming.

“Xie Wuji, see Uncle Wu!”

“Zhao Lie pays respects to the real Changchun!”

The real Changchun Wu Jiexiu, and the Northern Sect of Maoshan is responsible for guarding the Gold Core cultivator of the Millennium Zhuguo here. Thousand-year Zhu Guo is Dong Xuan Spiritual Roots. For many years, two groups of Maoshan North and South have been sending Gold Core cultivators in turn.

“The two heads don’t have to be polite.”

After waving his hand, he looked into the field.

“I thought that an old monster of the evil sect was harassing here, but I didn’t expect it to be a junior!…Who is this one?”

“This son is named Xu Junming, it is under Nan Sect!” Xie Wuji said.

“Oh?”

Looking at Zhao Lie, he stroked his long beard under his jaw.

“Head of Zhao, you Nanzong is so blessed! With this talent, he must have a place in the Gold Core cultivator in the future!”

Zhao Lie smiled modestly and didn’t say much.

Xu Junming is only in the middle stage of Xiantian, and he has already pushed the “God Fighting True Art” to the blue root talisman stage. After another ten or twenty years of polishing, he has a high probability of going further.

If he can comprehend the ‘God Fighting True Technique’ natal rune and realize that the blue fundamental rune is perfect, Gold Core Heavenly Tribulation will be fine.

Gold Core cultivator is the foundation of a school, not comparable to Xiantian cultivator.

At this moment, Xu Junming’s position in Zhao Lie’s heart, instantly ascending several levels!

Xu Junming, who has gathered thousands of lights in one body, can no longer care what others think.

This is the first time he has used it with all his strength after comprehending the God Fighting Technique to the blue fundamental talisman stage.

As for the feeling, just one word!

“Brother Xie, do you still fight?”

Xu Junming exhaled like thunder, and the sound shook the valley.

Xie Yun looked at the potholes, a messy valley, especially the last big ditch that was seven or eight meters long, one meter wide, and four to five meters deep, and took a deep breath.

Although he was unwilling, he didn’t have the best Magical Item, and he didn’t comprehend the talisman seal seed to the blue stage, and fight Xu Junming.

“Brother Xu Dao is clever, and he is willing to surrender again!”

Xu Junming nodded, his huge body, like a deflated ball, slowly cowered.

“Puff…!”

Kneeling on one knee, an indescribable sense of exhaustion came to my heart!

It seemed that after seven days and seven nights, a light and fluttering feeling floated from the bottom of Xu Junming’s heart. The cut that finally defeated Luo Lingling was his limit.

If Xie Yun hadn’t been deterred by his previous power and had voluntarily conceded, he would have lost in this competition.

Seeing this scene, with Xie Yun’s cleverness, he instantly understood that Xu Junming had reached his limit, and if he shot himself, they would win the battle.

Shaking his head, even if he can win, he won’t fight again.

It’s shameful to win, and it’s even more embarrassing to lose!