This night, Hongshi Town is destined not to be lonely.
Tens of thousands of practitioners and thousands of discussions made this night a night that never sleeps.
Many of the cultivators who had just arrived in Hongshi Town in the past two days were aggressive and confident. But now, they have all become very silent.
It was the shock that made them silent.
In the evening, thousands of people bowed to Fang Tian. Then, Fang Tian walked up to the high platform and bowed in all directions. The silence that followed shocked them too much. Many people, this
Only then did I finally realize what the title "Son of God" means in this place and in the hearts of tens of millions of practitioners.
Among the people who bowed to Fang Tian, there were young apprentices who had only been in the profession for a few days, there were also ninth-level magicians who were only one step away from being a mage, there were wandering cultivators with no background, and there were also students from famous families who came from high-ranking masters.
In position or not, from the beginning to level one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight or nine, he has been a magician of almost all identities and levels.
One day, if necessary, how much power can this network gather?
Maybe there are very few, so few that it is incredible. Or maybe there are many, so many that...
There are also incredibly many.
No one can accurately estimate this point. What's more, this "Son of God" is still growing, growing at a god-like speed.
It’s only been three months. What will this network look like in one year? What will this network look like in ten years? Twenty years from now, thirty years from now, or one hundred years from now
?
Many people who realize this feel suffocated, and after suffocation, there is silence.
A silence as deep as the dark night.
But no matter what, among the tens of thousands of cultivators, the silent ones are only a minority after all, and the majority began to discuss the third Kaspersky story told by Fang Tian. Of course
, there are also people who are thinking.
For example, Mr. Grote, the little red-haired man.
In many fantasy novels written by Fang Tian in his previous life, Long Aotian is a legendary protagonist, a great existence that spans thousands of planes. Therefore, when telling stories, it is important to find a resounding protagonist name.
When the time came, Long Aotian was naturally Fang Tian's best choice.
But people in this world don’t know that.
Grote, in particular, is even less likely to know.
When he heard what Fang Tian said about the character's name being "Long" and "Aotian", Your Excellency was instantly excited.
"My name is Long Aotian, but in the past few years when I have been traveling across the mainland, I have seen a lot of dragons. Some of them are hunched in the soil, and some are lying next to the flames. Even if they look very majestic, they are all just reptiles.
That’s all.”
"My dragon, Long Aotian, even though I am a reptile, I still want to grow wings and fly into the sky!"
This is Long Aotian's idea, in fact, it is also Grote's idea!
When he heard this sentence, Grote even suspected, very, very, and extremely strongly that the little brother was not talking about Long Aotian, but Grote!
Grote still remembers very clearly what his father said to him once before: "According to the ancient records of the family, we are of the bloodline of the ancient dragon gods, and the blood of real dragons flows in our bodies. But you have also seen the secret records of the family's inheritance.
, the paintings there are just long worms, and real dragons... ahem, there is still a little difference. In addition, our branch is not very powerful among the bloodlines of powerful ancient creatures, so, ahem... the family's
The view is that we are actually just pseudo-dragon bloodline..."
What's wrong with the fake dragon? Even if it's a fake dragon, I'm better than the real dragon!
This was what Grote thought when he heard this.
For this idea, Grote later searched for dragons all over the Calado Mountains, and then came to challenge them.
Sure enough, many real dragons were defeated.
Many of those guys were beaten to a pulp by him, which made Grote breathe a sigh of relief.
Of course, this is just a kid's play.
When I get older, I am no longer so childish. However, that idea and that will are deeply rooted in my heart. - What happened to the fake dragon? Even if it is a fake dragon, I am stronger than the real dragon.
!
How is this idea different from Long Aotian’s idea mentioned by my younger brother?
"My dragon, Long Aotian, even though I am a reptile, I still want to grow wings and fly into the sky!"
Late at night, Grote was pacing back and forth in the room, his heart racing.
Grote thought that before, he had presented the family secret records to his younger brother.
My younger brother must have seen and guessed the truth about his family's bloodline, so he specifically used this to encourage him?
Yes, that must be the case!
"Little brother, thank you!" Grote wanted to rush to Fang Tian and beat him hard several times to express his excitement and gratitude. But thinking about it, little brother might not be able to withstand his beating.
Forget it.
Alas, that's the bad thing about magicians.
It would be great if my little brother were a warrior!
Little brother, just wait. When I advance to the seventh level, no one will dare to bully you anymore. Whoever comes to assassinate me, I will definitely tear him apart!
The little red-haired man clenched his fists and waved them fiercely in the room.
In the same Maple Forest courtyard, there were people walking back and forth in the room.
However, the little red-haired man ran away with full energy, while Yunyang, one of the three elders, a gray-robed warrior, just paced back and forth slowly. The other two old men, the ordinary old man Bud and the skinny old man Nanjin, sat down.
Among the chairs, one sat on a large stone.
I really don’t know where the skinny old man moved the big stone. A huge stone was placed in the middle of the room, dizzy!
People looked at it and thought that the Maple Forest Mercenary Group treated the distinguished guests badly and even lacked the supply of a chair.
"Secret records without a final answer are waste. A road without a final answer is a wrong path." After a long time, the gray-robed warrior finally stopped and stopped pacing. Instead, he sat back on the bed and said slowly.
"The two of us are fine, but the boss is really at a loss because he hasn't been able to make any further progress in twenty or thirty years." The ordinary old man said with a long sigh.
The boss he refers to here refers to the skinny old man.
"What a waste! I can't learn magic. Warriors are only at these levels. How can I not learn it? Then Long Aotian is a fucking idiot! If I see him, I will kill him."
, has magical talent, has the teachings and inheritance of the great mage, but he doesn't learn any of these! Does he want to die?" the thin old man said angrily.
Obviously, his anger comes from "envy, jealousy and hatred".
Only those who have reached the end of the road early and cannot go any further for decades can understand this kind of anger and understand what "a road that is not the ultimate road is a wrong road."
Maybe this is also a happy trouble?
But people who are in "happiness" obviously don't think so.
Whether it was the skinny old man or the other two people, their hearts fluctuated and were difficult to calm down in front of these words.
How do you feel when you reach the end of the road and see a vast expanse ahead of you, and you don’t know where to go, and you can only walk in circles all day long, month after month, and year after year?
In today's story, Long Aotian told it.
This sentence was like a bolt from the blue to the three skinny old men.
They were stunned all of a sudden.
Just because these many years of thoughts and ideas have been completely expressed by this sentence. To them, no sentence can be more to the point and seal the throat with a sword than this sentence.
But even if it is waste, even if it is a wrong path, so what?
No matter how powerful they are, they cannot transcend the limitations of the road itself.
In fact, not to mention them, even the many, many other warriors on the mainland who have reached this stage are not all the same as them? Even those with deep-rooted forces are the same.
"Where does that stone staircase lead to? What will Long Aotian encounter when walking up the stone staircase? Is it an inheritance beyond the sixth level?" Bard said softly.
The skinny old man's hands slowly patted on both sides of the boulder beneath him, while the gray-robed old man's hands unconsciously clung to the edge of the bed. Neither of them spoke.
"After this news comes out, I don't know how many old guys at level six will come over?"
After a long time, the gray-robed warrior said with a slight wry smile.
"That's all easy to say. I'm just afraid that the grown-up in the imperial capital won't be able to hold on, and that would be really bad." The skinny old man said with a bit of bitterness in his mouth, "My little friend, this little kid is so noisy!"
"If he didn't make a fuss, why would we be here?" At this time, Bard said with a smile: "I'm afraid he didn't make enough fuss. However, it's possible that the lord in the imperial capital won't be able to hold on?"
"It's really hard to say!" The gray-robed warrior sighed again, "No matter how powerful the mage is, there are only so many people. There are simply too many warriors.
How many warriors are there in the entire continent? How many are at the same level as us? After hearing this story, how many of them can remain calm?"
Having said this, the gray-robed warrior said to the skinny old man: "Boss, can you calm down?"
"Ball!" The skinny old man slapped hard with his big hand on his right side. Unfortunately, the big rock under him was smashed into countless pieces. "I'm going for a walk. It's so suffocating in this small cage."
After saying this, he disappeared.
I wonder what Pierre and others would think if they knew that the big house they built specially for these distinguished guests was actually a "small cage" in their eyes. In comparison, the house where my little brother lives now,
It is a real small cage.
But then again, it's rare for me to stay in the room for a few days.
The people from the Nine Cities of Nanhai who lived together in the Fenglin Compound all had the same thoughts that they couldn't escape, and they couldn't sleep all night long.
Then, many people unanimously learned Sharjah's secret skill without any teacher - they began to write letters to their teachers and family members. But for many of them, after the letter was written, could they finish it as soon as possible?
Whether it can be sent out is really a problem.
Maybe the story had already reached there before their letter arrived.
Oh, no, not maybe.
Yes for sure.
Now, in the entire Southern Territory, is there anything else that can match the speed at which Fang Tian's every move is spread?
In fact, it is because their vision is not high.
Where is it limited to just one southern region? Even if the western and northern regions are added together, it is far from enough. The tiny Mauritius Empire, under such circumstances, is too small and too small to stand up to someone.