Simultaneous travel: I am rampant in the domestic area

Chapter 86 Ning Yan, Do I Look Like a Martial God?

The method of asking for a title originated from the ancient god and demon Pi Yao. The effect of this magical power is actually similar to robbery. It only takes in and never gives out, and it is a huge profit with no investment.

Unless interrupted, once the fight for a title begins, there is no such thing as failure.

Of the two yin and yang options given by the one who is asking for the title, if one gets a positive answer from the one who is giving the title, then the one will share a part of the luck of the one who is giving the title. Otherwise, there will be a cause and effect relationship between the one who is asking for the title and the one who is killing the one who is asking for the title will settle the cause and effect. Then the essence and blood of the one who is asking for the title will belong to the one who is asking for the title.

As for the positive answer, the result of asking for a title depends entirely on the cultivation and luck of the person who bestows the title.

Just like this old yellow-skinned guy, the one who bestowed the title on him was Irbu, the national master of Yan State and one of the three great spiritual masters of the Wushen Sect, a genuine third-grade strongman.

It is precisely because of this that Old Yellow Skin stood out and became a fourth-grade cultivator in just a hundred years.

The only limitation of asking for a title is that there is only one chance in a lifetime, and once it is interrupted, there will be no possibility of another chance.

Therefore, every weasel that inherited the magical power of seeking titles was extremely cautious in choosing the object of the title.

Now it's Russell's turn, and the same is true.

Is there anyone in this world who he can find and who is willing to confer a title on him?

As he thought about it, Russell's gaze slowly shifted to Xu Qian'an.

Come to think of it, isn’t this a perfect candidate for a title?
In addition to the Jianzheng, there are several other super-quality people in the world. Is there anyone else who is more qualified than Xu Qian'an, who is responsible for half of the national destiny of Dafeng, to give him the title of Luo?

Named Xu Qian'an as the person to be conferred the title, Russell asked casually, "Xu Tongluo, do you think that with my abilities, I could become a first-class warrior in the future?"

The reason why he is not called a God of War is because this thing is under the control of heaven, and half of the luck of the Central Plains cannot support this hypothesis. In comparison, a first-grade warrior is more reliable.

Xu Qian'an had no doubts and thought that Russell was just trying to make his presence felt after the war. He immediately complimented him, "Of course, with Lieutenant General Luo's qualifications, he's not only a top-tier warrior, but even a martial god..."

boom! ——

In an instant, Xu Qian'an felt as if struck by lightning, as if someone had hit him hard on the back of the head with an axe, and his soul was about to be split in two.

In the end, he rolled his eyes, kicked his legs, and fell straight backwards, which scared Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao.

Without saying a word, they immediately used the night watchman's secret technique of "elbow to open the airway, slap to restore the heartbeat" to call Xu Qian'an and try to wake him up.

On the other hand, Russell entered a very strange state at the same moment Xu Qian'an fainted.

Breathing, heartbeat, internal organs, the rhythm of heaven and earth, and consciousness are like the whole person, from the inside to the outside, from oneself to heaven and earth, gradually forming a cycle, and in this cycle, something is accumulating, brewing, and about to be born.

At a certain moment, thousands of strands of misty air gushed out from the deepest part of the spiritual consciousness.

This is meaning!
It is the true meaning of martial arts that has blocked countless fifth-grade warriors from reaching the fourth grade!

And in front of him, thousands of different intentions were roaming freely, ready for him to pick!
Is this what it feels like when Qi enters your body? What a wonderful feeling!

……

In the gray world, Xu Qian'an saw a small temple where a handsome young monk was sitting cross-legged.

He asked curiously, "Master, why did you drag me in here for no reason?"

Monk Shenshu opened his eyes, his features peaceful yet filled with doubt. "I should be the one asking you this. What did you just do? Your soul suffered a devastating blow in an instant. If I hadn't intervened, your spirit would have been annihilated by now."

Xu Qianan: “?”

What did I do? I didn't do anything!
……

At the same time, in the capital of Dafeng.

The weather, once clear and sunny, suddenly changed. Dark clouds suddenly covered the sun hanging high in the sky, and a strong wind suddenly arose. The saying "dark clouds pressing down on a city, threatening to destroy it" was almost like this.

Rumble!
Thunder flashed and crackled, frightening countless people in the capital city and causing them to rush home frantically.

As the thunder exploded, a raindrop fell, and heavy rain poured down.

Each raindrop was almost the size of a soybean, splashing water everywhere when it hit the ground.

Sitianjian, on the Bagua Terrace.

The supervisor who was playing chess with Wei Yuan frowned at the sudden change in the sky.

"It's rare to see you frown. Did something unexpected happen?" Wei Yuan chuckled and slowly pressed down a chess piece.

The warden didn't respond. He slowly narrowed his eyes, a clear light flickering in them. Finally, a look of sudden realization appeared on his face. He looked up and asked, "What does the Dafeng law say about smuggled bandits?"

"What?" Even with Wei Yuan's temperament and scheming, he was caught off guard by this question.

"Forget it." The supervisor sighed.

For a while, Shinobu thinks more and more angry, and takes a step back and thinks more and more losses.

Everyone knows that he is the one who protects both the black and white circles in Dafeng, and now he has been robbed. He is asking for a beating!
……

boom!
Following Xu Qian'an, Russell, who was originally standing upright, also fell to the ground with a bang.

Only Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao were left looking at each other in bewilderment.

"What should we do now?" Song Tingfeng asked in confusion.

What is going on? One or two of them fainted without any warning. What should we do if the old yellow-skinned guy who escaped comes back for revenge?

"How would I know?" Zhu Guangxiao shrugged. This was the first time he had encountered such a situation, so he had no choice but to ask tentatively, "There's a farm ahead. How about going over there and resting there first?"

"That's the only way." Song Tingfeng nodded and pointed at Luo Su and said, "I'll carry Ning Yan, and you carry this one."

"Okay." Zhu Guangxiao responded in a low voice.

Just as he took a step forward and stretched out his hand to touch Russell, a clear sword chant sounded from the distant sky, followed by a flash of sword light, and Li Miaozhen came flying on the sword, holding a remnant soul in her hand, which was the old yellow-skinned man who had just escaped.

"What's going on?" As soon as she landed, she went straight to Russell, put her hand on his pulse, and asked.

She had received Russell's message a long time ago, and the only reason she came here now was to intercept the soul of this yellow-skinned man.

Although she has not yet reached the fourth rank, as a Taoist Jindan who specializes in the way of the soul, it is naturally no problem for her to deal with a stray dog ​​with only the soul left. Except for the half incense stick of time she used to chase it, the old yellow-skinned man did not even last a breath in her hands.

"We don't know either. They suddenly became like this." Song Tingfeng replied, "Could it be a trick played by this weasel?"

He had met Li Miaozhen at the dinner party, so he naturally knew that she and Russell were in cahoots.

"This guy is fine, he just overused his soul. As for Russell..." Li Miaozhen's Yin Shen's light swept across and knew the reason why Xu Qian'an was unconscious, but Russell's body and soul were obviously in peak condition, so why was he still not waking up?
"General Li, since this yellow-skinned guy has been captured, why don't we set off immediately and return to Baidi City?" Song Tingfeng breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that Xu Qian'an was fine.

"You take them away first, I have something else to do." Li Miaozhen entrusted Russell to Zhu Guangxiao, summoned the flying sword again, and flew away.

"Doing business?" Song Tingfeng scratched his head as he looked at the direction Li Miaozhen left. It was pitch dark, and what was there that had to be done now?

"Let's go?" Zhu Guangxiao asked as he carried Russell on his back.

"Let's go!" Song Tingfeng nodded heavily. Li Miaozhen was a fairy-like figure, and they couldn't interfere in her affairs. It would be better for them to send Xu Qian'an and Russell back to the city safely first.

(End of this chapter)