"A gentleman's words are hard to chase! Today, three years later, here and now, we will see each other." Long Ao said coldly, his tone at this time did not sound like a young man at all, but gave people the feeling of a bloody man.
"Okay, Mr. Long, remember, within three years, you have to save your life and don't die." The sword master in white laughed heartily.
"Why kill such a young man? Let's keep him. I still don't believe that in three years, he will be able to surpass my strength, unless a miracle happens!" The swordsman in white looked confidently at the two of them and left.
"I will create a miracle!" Long Ao clenched his fists and said nothing, but there was an unyielding impulse in his heart.
After finally escaping from the Changqing Gang's territory, Long Ao and Wang Zongfeng finally breathed a sigh of relief.
The two became sergeants, and with their strength, they finally got into the Wuyang Sect's territory.
There are troops stationed at the borders of major gangs, but these border guards rarely have ninth-level masters stationed there. Therefore, Long Ao and his two men were able to sneak through the border.
After passing through several towns under the jurisdiction of the Wuyang Sect, Long Ao finally relieved his burden. He could only say that he was very lucky along the way. Fortunately, he met the swordsman in white, otherwise he might have been sent to the Evergreen Sect.
It was miserable.
In a small restaurant room, Long Ao and Wang Chongfeng sat opposite each other.
This time, he was able to escape from the Changqing Gang's territory. It was a narrow escape along the way. Long Ao's character, who felt that he had a secret weapon and was fearless in everything, began to slowly change.
Strength, absolute strength determines everything. Only strong strength is the real guarantee. So-called weapons, if the opponent is just an ordinary person, it is not a problem, but for masters, especially when they are on guard, they want to kill
They are really too difficult.
"Uncle Wang, I still have a lot of warrior's stones here. You can use them. You can cultivate yourself into a ninth-level warrior as soon as possible, and your safety will be more guaranteed." Long Ao took out more than ten warrior's stones. Of course, these stones are almost
They were all obtained from the Evergreen Gang, and their quality was several times worse than those of immortal cultivators.
When Wang Ying saw so many Warrior Stones, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, but he did not pick them up immediately, "Young Master Long, these Warrior Stones are very important to you. I have been using this Warrior Stone for a long time.
It’s also a waste, so you should use it, you have better talent and can absorb more energy.”
Wang Ying was very grateful to Long Ao for being able to give him ten warrior stones at once. This gift alone showed his status in his heart.
"Although I am an eighth-level warrior, is the life of an eighth-level warrior worth ten warrior stones?" Wang Chongfeng shook his head with a wry smile, feeling increasingly grateful to Long Ao in his heart.
In fact, if Wang Ying knew how many warrior stones Long Ao had, I'm afraid he wouldn't think so.
"Uncle Wang, don't be polite. Just take what is given to you, otherwise I will be unhappy." Long Ao knew that Wang Ying regarded him as his master, and he would never accept it otherwise.
"Thank you, Mr. Long. I don't know what Mr. Long's next plan is, so I might as well work it out with him!" Wang Ying excitedly took the Warrior's Stone and carefully held it in his arms.
Long Ao smiled bitterly and agreed to fight with the sword master in white three years later. However, he was only a ninth-level junior warrior, but his opponent was equivalent to a dozen super-powerful ninth-level peak warriors who shocked Yunmeng City.
, the gap between the two sides is too difficult to catch up in three years.
"No matter what, I have to practice hard and reach the peak of the ninth level warrior. Only in this way can I guarantee that I will not be surrounded by those sect elders. Uncle Wang, within the next three years, I will practice in seclusion." Long Ao gritted his teeth and was determined.
said.
"Okay, I support Mr. Long's retreat and hard training. This retreat must be in a private place. Then, I will deliver meals to Mr. Long regularly." Wang Ying supported him as always.
Half a month later, in a slightly remote mountain, there was a person in a hidden cave, sitting cross-legged. He held a fist-sized spirit stone in each hand of his left and right hands. This spirit stone was different from ordinary warrior stones. In terms of quality,
This is a spiritual stone that only cultivators have.
The cave is long and narrow, with a distance of a hundred feet. An old man is hiding in the darkness at the door. The entrance of the cave is almost completely sealed, with thick vines and only a small exit, which leads to the outside from underground.