Wang Dao turned around and slowly flew towards the center of the martial arts field. At the same time, he said to Fubao in his heart:
"I originally wanted to kill one person at a hundred steps. I thought I might not be able to overwhelm them when I stood on the edge of the martial arts field, but I didn't expect that with just four people, they would not dare to fight. Fubao, what do you think of such a person?
You want me to hand over my back in the final battle?”
While Fu Bao tried his best to hide his aura from leaking, he explained to Wang Daoyi:
"You still don't have enough experience and are too young. Look at your father and the others, how have they ever worried about this matter?"
"Through you, I basically understand today's era. Therefore, I can tell you for sure that those behind you who are intimidated by you, even those who are resentful towards you, as long as they still think that they are from this continent
, you won’t do anything like stabbing someone in the back.”
"I even dare to say that those who are cowering at this moment will definitely be the craziest people who slaughtered the demons in that battle."
Wang Daoyi was particularly curious when he heard that Fu Bao had a completely opposite view than his own. He really didn't think that those who were cowardly even in the face of his own fear could straighten their spines and fight bravely against the vicious demons.
Fubao knew that Wang Daoyi must have doubts, so he explained before Wang Daoyi asked:
"I know you are confused, Dao Yi, let me tell you briefly, after all, the little guy who is preparing to die is okay, but I didn't expect that the secret of writing, which can best protect the Taoist heart and maintain the true heart, would be used by these idiots.
It is really foolish to do this."
As soon as Wang Dao heard Fubao's words, he had already stood in the center of the martial arts field and turned around lightly. Then he saw an acquaintance wearing white clothes slowly walking towards him under the throne of Holy Lord Xiaoyao.
Somewhat surprised, he said to Fubao:
"It seems that the other companies did not give Xiaoyao Holy Land respect. I just didn't expect him to be the visitor, but the feeling on him is really a bit annoying."
However, Fubao did not answer the call, but quickly said to Wang Daoyi:
"Dao Yi, don't underestimate your Eight Holy Lands, and don't underestimate the creatures on this continent. You have to know that the prestige that your Eight Great Holy Lands have exerted on the continent for countless years is precisely why your Eight Great Holy Lands have been able to maintain Taoism for such a long time.
One of the main causes of disillusionment.”
"As for why I say they will fight to the death, you don't have to think too much. Just think about the sorrow and pride that spread throughout the continent when your father and the others used the Demon Saint to pay tribute to the heroes. With your mind, I think
You should understand why."
After Fu Bao finished speaking, he was silent again, because the sudden gaze on Wang Daoyi made him dare not speak again, and he did not even have time to tell Wang Daoyi that Xuan Yi, who he and Daoyi recognized as brothers, was about to wake up.
Wang Daoyi naturally felt the eyes of the eight Holy Lords falling on him, but he was not moved at all. He just quietly and temporarily cut off the connection with the Xuanxu Mirror.
After Fubao's brief explanation just now, Wang Daoyi also understood that he was indeed too young and had too few gaps in his chest.
As for why Fubao was so sure, with his own mind, and with Fubao's brief but absolutely accurate explanation, Wang Daoyi now fully understood.
When he looked at his peers, and even everyone on the continent, he overlooked one thing.
That's the bond.
The fetters of family, the fetters of love, the fetters of friendship, etc., these various fetters, after being performed on this continent for countless years, finally converged into something firm and unchangeable by external forces, that is, feelings.
And now, in the Nine Holy Lands, under the planning of countless generations of Holy Lords, the feelings of all living beings in the Xianwu Continent have finally been completely aroused, and the feelings can bring hope to all living beings.
That is the feeling of family and country that lasts forever and will never be cut off.
Today's Xianwu Continent is the country, and countless forces and groups are the family. If someone wants to destroy the country, destroy the family, and cut off their descendants, no matter how big or small the family is, they will fight to the death to protect the country!
This has nothing to do with the cultivation race. Any creature in this state will be the most terrifying existence.
"It turns out that this is the hope that my father and the others are pursuing. Only in this way can we completely awaken the dormant will of this continent, thereby increasing the probability of gaining the recognition of the will of the continent, so as to completely eliminate the power of the demon clan hanging above our heads.
sword!"
Wang Dao had piercing eyes and said to himself in a voice that could only be heard by himself.
"But let's solve the current situation first. After all, feelings need a leader to guide them. This must be the real reason why Xiaoyao Holy Land can't bear it anymore."
Wang Daoyi, who had figured everything out, felt completely relaxed. What he discovered these days really made him worried.
But now there is really no worry, the smile on his face is no longer stiff, he is smiling and waiting for Bai Chen to come over, thinking in his mind how to beat him to death without hurting his life.
That's right, the person who participated in the battle in Xiaoyao Holy Land this time was Bai Chen whom Wang Dao met when he attended the Fourth Palace Competition of Qingyun Academy four years ago.