Omnipresent God of War: Three hundred and forty-seven real ones

"Go around the Liberty Envoy and see what the truth is like."

Yao Wan's words touched Wei He's heart.

"But if you keep turning on the super sense, won't you quickly enter the second sense of concentration? What if you encounter trouble in the middle?" He frowned.

"Then act faster. Or let the master sister arrange someone to protect you." Yao Wan smiled, "Go, even if it only takes a few days to look around, it will give you Different feelings."

Wei He looked at her sincere eyes, knowing that there must be something inconvenient to say in person.

These are the key points that Yao Wan wants him to see in person.

After hesitating, he nodded.

"I understand."

"With your strength, you can move around the sect, there should be no danger. The real beasts around here have been cleaned up by the sect. Just be careful not to go to the strong wind belt." Cheng Wan reminded.

"Thank you two senior sisters." Wei He clasped his fists.

"By the way, for a while, Uchiyama will hold a mountain gate competition to determine the actual ranking. However, Senior Sister Yuanduzi meant that you still don't participate." Yao Wan reminded, "She will give you some rewards alone. That's it."

Wei He nodded.

"I see." Indeed, if he participates again, he will be bullying the children.

"Go back. Remember, life needs relaxation, don't push yourself too hard." Yao Wan reminded again.

"I know." Wei He understood her kindness.

After coming out of the shop, he walked all the way towards the exit of the underground palace.

Although he is still a real person who is new to the mountain, he has directly come into contact with the true circle of the Xuanmiao Sect, compared with the ordinary sense of concentration of the other sects.

Apart from him, there is no one like him.

On the same level as him, they are all seniors who are at least a hundred years old.

"Wei He?"

Suddenly a familiar voice interrupted his thoughts.

Wei He raised his head and looked forward.

However, I saw Ouyang Luo, and a few real young people who were with him, walking in the direction of the underground palace together.

"I heard that you went to patrol?" Ouyang Luo was still tall and burly, with a beard on his face.

But at this time, his aura is like a facilitator, concealed by a person in front of him.

The man's chin is not beard, his eyebrows are gentle, and he is quite bookish.

At this time, hearing Ouyang Luo's voice, he also looked over here.

"Ouyang Luo?" Wei He was speechless. He felt that he was not familiar with the other party enough to greet him freely.

"This is the elder brother in the family, Ouyang Jing. Now he is a master of the internalization of the sect." Ouyang Luo quickly introduced the identity of the gentle man in front of him, with a faint pride in his eyes.

In the inner mountains of the Zongmen, the level of transformation is more than two levels of concentration, and this level is like a checkpoint, which separates the sense of inscription of the mixed life and the sense of concentration of the actual combat high-level cultivation.

This has also formed a typical chain of contempt.

People above Huajing generally look down upon the Minggan real person.

Because these are purely for prolonging life and trying their best to squeeze into the mountains, most of them are extremely weak.

If it weren't for their identities, they were mostly powerful men of various potentials, they were afraid that they would be stepped into the dust if they were real people of this level.

"Wei He, our group of newcomers, who have just entered the sect, are now weak. It's not as good as you wait with me, or protest with Wang Xi's several chambers." Ouyang Luo persuaded earnestly.

He has now arrived at the time of the patrol, although there are also senior brothers, but the progress of the cultivation base is much slower than that of the dirty training.

Major exercises are struggling, he calculated a little, not for decades, don't want to go any further.

At this stage, the gap between Ming Senses has also emerged.

Real people who are new to sedation, at this time, they are competing for accumulation and heritage.

The foundation of practice at this stage is actually two points, conversion rate and energy accumulation.

The former refers to the conversion rate at which the blood and strength of the vital blood are transformed into three channels and real strength.

The latter is the quality of the strength accumulated by oneself before breaking through the sense of inscription.

In the beginning, the more vigor and the higher the quality, the stronger the foundation. The less dangerous it is when you feel it. The higher the start.

Furthermore, practicing as the main practice technique is the process of improving the quality of real energy.

Ouyang Luo was very proud and arrogant when he entered the inner mountain, thinking that he was exceptionally talented and his peers were vulnerable.

Unfortunately, when I arrived in Uchiyama, I faced many real geniuses who had accumulated hundreds of years in Xuanmiao Sect.

By comparison, he knew that he was not really good.

It can only be mediocre.

Mediocrity among real people.

After joining the line of Guishou, he was really hard to cultivate, and now he has finally entered the door, and is still working hard to accumulate the total amount of energy.

Every day, I work hard to change the vitality of the blood into strength, and then combine strength with the true energy of the outside world, and replace it with real strength.

This is a hard process at all, and there is no way to make tricks.

He thought to himself, if he couldn't find a way to speed up, and accumulate so slowly, it would take at least thirty years before he could reach the level of the first level of practice.

For more than thirty years.... This means that he must stay in the inner mountain all the time and cannot go out often, otherwise he will be blown by the ghost wind, which will lead to a sense of acceleration.

I didn't have enough energy, I started to feel rashly, and I would definitely die by that time.

Ouyang Luo looked at Wei He opposite, with infinite complexity in his heart.

He used to think that Wei He was inferior to him, and he was still proud of himself before him, with no eyes left.

Now, when he entered Uchiyama, the accumulation of opinions has drawn the gap, and he can see it clearly.

Who is the real genius between the two?

When he got the news that Wei He had started to patrol, his mind was shocked.

Because the patrolman must hunt real beasts independently in order to obtain the talent ability.

And if you want to do this, it's not like him, who doesn't even accumulate much real energy, can do it.

Because this is not to kill a real beast, but to keep killing...

There are many geniuses outside, who can match or even repel the general sense of inscription when practicing dirty.

But those who are defeated are basically a sense of concentration. And there was no second sense.

Because there are too many real people outside at once, and many of them are scattered people, the actual combat is extremely poor.

That's why those geniuses broke the record.

It is precisely because of the huge power gap between the primary concentration and the second concentration that the outside world will define the second concentration as a state of transformation.

But in fact, this is only the second small step in the calming stage.

Outsiders just take the once-in-a-lifetime feeling of being a real person, as the normal state of all this realm.

"Wei He, I and others are all a group of people who have entered the inner mountain. I also have Shangguan Xing from the yard before you.

If you are interested in her, I can transfer it to you. She is just me now. "Thinking of this, Ouyang Luo suppressed his jealousy and invited in a deep voice. I want to have a good relationship with Qila.

"No. I have something to do, so I will take a step first." Wei He replied coldly. Take a quick step away from the side.

He and Ouyang Luo are unfamiliar, and even the relationship is a little bit worse because of the original Shangguan Xing.

In this case, do you still want him to give the right person?

Unexpectedly, Wei He would not give any face. Ouyang Luo's eyes changed slightly, but his expression was still suppressed.

He can cultivate all the way to the dirty, and now, naturally he is not a person without a city.

"Also, Brother Wei is the well-deserved best of this group of newcomers. He must devote all his body and mind to practice, and I won't disturb you. See you later."

He clasped his fists.

"Yeah." Wei He clasped his fists in return, and left quickly without looking at the others.

"By the way, Brother Wei, I and a group of people have formed a small league in the interior. If you have free time, you can come and see." Ouyang Luo looked at Wei He's back and suddenly added another sentence.

"The location is near No. 5 Inexplicable View. We built a small venue on our own. This is the access card."

He raised his hand and typed something out.

Wei He took it backhand and saw that it was an emerald green token.

"Okay." He replied from a distance, then completely left the underground palace and entered the upward passage.

He also heard Brother Chang Xuezhong mentioned before.

Near each inexplicable view, there is a cluster of houses dedicated to the newcomers in the inner mountain.

These cluster buildings are not built by sects, and they are not accompanied by formation protection.

It is a place where real people who specialize in mixed life, as well as powerful men, and new real people who have not yet settled for success, live and practice.

The place is different from the underground palace. There is no fixed name. Generally speaking, it is replaced by a few inexplicable places.

Newcomers and strong people, don't like to live in the beehive cave on location.

Because of the natural way, I couldn't find a good place to live, so I built these houses near the inexplicable view.

The so-called, newcomers live inexplicably, and above the elders, go to Yunxiantai.

That’s how it came.

Watching Wei He leave.

Ouyang Luo turned around and smiled at Ouyang Jing, who was a little unsightly.

"Brother Jing, Wei He's temper is like this. It was like this when he was in Waishan. Don't take it to your heart."

"He might have thought that he was in Waishan, and working hard every day to practice, he would be able to progress as fast as Waishan." Ouyang Luo shook his head.

"Don't talk about him, go shopping first, and then go back to prepare the banquet. This time I give you face, and I invited two seniors from Yunxiantai to come here. You have to make friends and seize the opportunity." Ouyang Jing Said with a smile.

"Thank you, Brother Jing!" Ouyang Luo was overjoyed, "Well, I don't know what the two brothers and sisters like, so I can do what I like."

"One person likes ancient paintings, the other likes strange stones. You must prepare in advance." Ouyang Jing smiled.

"Yes!" Ouyang Luo nodded heavily.

Out of the underground palace, Wei He didn't take Ouyang Luo's affairs to heart.

He first went to the Moral Palace and asked about Mu Qing's whereabouts next week. Unfortunately, this guy seemed to have disappeared, but he still didn't come back.

And he hung up in Longwan and released the tracing mission, and several people took it, but there were no clues.

After coming out of Longwan, Wei He went straight home and began to prepare all kinds of things to go out of the mountain.

Going out to explore with Super Sense is what Wei He has always wanted to do.

As for Ouyang Luo and others, he didn't take them to heart at all.

He and these ordinary real people are no longer on the same level.

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"Kill!!"

"Go!"

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War horse and war horse roar, crossbow and arrow rain shoot at each other, overwhelming the sky.

The leader of the army was caught and killed in the sea of ​​sergeants.

And on the outskirts of the battlefield, on a cliff.

Several silhouettes of people wearing Taoist gowns of Wu Shizong are looking at the opposite side.

There, several huge figures, three meters tall, are slowly approaching.

"It is said that there is no Shizong, and it is the pillar of the Dayuan Taoist school. Among them, the masters are like clouds and powerful. Today, Lin wants to learn one or two."

Among several huge figures, a burly man with tiger stripes on his forehead looked towards the opposite side earnestly and calmly, and said in a deep voice.