"Everyone is a seeker. If no one recommends a guarantee, I'm afraid the heroic spirit will accept them. Why don't we help these four girls?"
Bai Xiangu was a little embarrassed to watch the four young girls running to Europe at risk.
But Gan Lin didn't think about it and vetoed it: "This is absolutely not possible! The heroic spirit will give us strict restrictions on the quota of Chinese practitioners, and no more than one. If the heroic spirit is unhappy, the quota of all the fellow Taoists present may be caused by
Cancel, Bai Xian Gu, since you are considering our Chinese cultivation world, don’t touch this meaningless compassion.”
"You..." Bai Xiangu was angry, but she didn't show it on the surface. Although Gan Lin was right, she had no human feelings at all. Moreover, the Gan family had an ancestor who had been practicing Taoism for thousands of years, and she was afraid of angering the heroic spirits.
She was very disappointed.
Just as Bai Xiangu was about to make a choice to help Tang Qiuling and the other four alone, the clever Yaoyao Qinqin noticed this and pulled Tang Qiuling and Chu Qingqiu to Wuhenzi together.
Then Yaoyao and Qinqin pretended to be pitiful and asked: "Dear seniors, we and the two sisters want to join Valkyrie Academy, but there is no quota. Can you help us?"
Seeing that Yaoyao and Qinqin were very tender in both faces and words, Bai Xiangu couldn't bear it even more.
"Four girls, I can take you to the academy and try my best to help you get a quota."
After hearing what Bai Xian Gu said, Yaoyao and Qinqin immediately "turned their worries into joy": "Thank you, sister Taoist!"
Gan Lin was about to say that our Gan family didn’t agree. Why should you, Fairy Bai, help the Gan family decide?
But he thought that it would be a good deal to let Bai Xiangu surrender if he took in four Chinese girls, so he thought for a moment and walked to Wuhenzi and bowed respectfully for instructions.
At this moment, Wuhenzi was extremely dissatisfied with the fact that the Hero Spirit Association did not send someone to greet him in advance. He didn't care about the four little girls who were in a slight way of doing Taoism. Therefore, he only showed a casual look to Gan Lin, and continued to close his eyes and rest.
Gan Lin breathed a sigh of relief, walked back and put on airs, and said to Tang Qiuling and the other four in a majestic tone: "Our Gan family is a family of immortal cultivation that has been passed down for thousands of years in China. Today, for the sake of fellow Taoist Bai, he barely took in you four yellow-haired girls.
, You'd better behave yourself and don't cause any trouble to our Gan family!"
After hearing this, Tang Qiuling felt very unhappy and wanted to knock Gan Lin away with one punch. After all, she is a martial artist in the Hedao period. In addition to Chen Xuan, she could convince her, when will she be able to be a qi refining period like a little ant.
Such a lecture?
Fortunately, Chu Qingqiu pulled Tang Qiuling by the arm, and Tang Qiuling could barely hold back his anger.
After that, the Chinese practitioners and their group of practitioners quickly shifted their attention to another point and no longer paid attention to the four "irrelevant" little female cultivators.
What everyone’s attention is why the Hero Spirit Association has not sent anyone to greet him yet?
They were so rude to their Chinese practice practitioners! Seeing the European nobles who came down from luxury cars warmly welcomed by the academy staff, Gan Lin and other Gan family monks were all angry.
But the ancestors were able to calm down and they were not easy to have an attack.
Unfortunately, they didn't know that the heroic spirit would do this on purpose.
At this time, in the tallest building of Valkyrie College, there were two noble white men with noble temperament and proud expressions standing by the window looking at the abortion of people entering and leaving the college gate.
One of the men wore a court-style aristocratic dress that was common in the Renaissance. His complexion was a bit white, adding a bit of pathological beauty to his handsome face.
Another man was twice as strong as the former, and his casual outfit could not cover up his explosive and wild muscles. The man's sharp eyes were as yellow as a wolf, making people afraid to look at him.
After seeing Wuhenzi standing outside the gate of the college, the strong wolf-eyed man said to his companion with a hint of joke: "Duke Bolun, the energy contained in this old Chinese sorcerer seems to be comparable to that of
We are the higher blood descendants of the dark race in the West.”
"Hmph, Leiden, you are too proud of Chinese practitioners! Although this old man has a thousand years of cultivation, he cannot maintain his energy. Even if he has been in seclusion for a thousand years, the energy in his body has been lost a lot, but we can use the power of heroic spirits to help
Let the power of your own race be revived. Your werewolf clan has a deeper experience than our blood clan. Don’t pretend to be stupid with this Duke here.”
The handsome man, known as the Duke of Boren, replied without hesitation.
Leiden immediately laughed: "Borun, you are so boring. I'm just teasing you! How can a high-level Chinese monk whose lifespan is about to be exhausted, compare with our dark race?
I even doubt whether this old man can withstand the power of high-sequence heroic spirits. Thinking about a Chinese practitioner who has practiced for thousands of years, he will eventually change to our heroic spirit system. Tsk tsk, it's really ironic!"
"This person is just a high-sequence test piece of heroic spirits in our Hero Spirit Society. If the most powerful monks in China cannot bear the power of heroic spirits, then the Chinese cultivation world will no longer pose any threat to our Hero Spirit Society."
Duke Bolun said, no longer looking out the window, walked back to the hall to pick up an exquisite wine glass, which was filled with red liquid, but not red wine, but fresh human blood! Yes, these two heroic spirits are strong.
It is the blood clan and werewolf clan from Western myths and legends! The blood clan and werewolf clan belong to the higher races among the starry sky races. Although it has declined on the earth today like the Chinese law practitioners, the maturity of the heroic spirit system has made the
Lun and Layton gained a new life, and also gave them the capital to despise the power of the East.
"Who said that the Chinese practice world does not pose a threat to us?
Didn’t the two heroic spirit test items sent to China before be destroyed?”
Leiden seemed to like to fight Bolun. He looked down on the Chinese monks in his heart, but he deliberately used two experimental subjects to be killed by Chen Xuan to sing the opposite tune.
Although Chen Xuan asked Zhou Chun to block the news, Yingling could guess how the two experimental subjects died.
The members of the Hero Spirit Association were all a little surprised. In their eyes, the weak evil emperor Chen Xuan was able to kill two low-sequence Hero Spirit test items, which shows that Chen Xuan has made a lot of progress in more than three months.
Of course, they were just a little surprised. Now the means to obtain the power of high-sequence heroes are approaching. Even if Chen Xuan can beat the middle-sequence heroes, these noble and arrogant heroes will not take Chen Xuan seriously.
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"Leighton, you'd better not mention the existence of a small bug-level insect like the Evil Emperor Chen Xuan. This duke's patience is very limited."
Boren said, siping the blood from the wine glass, then revealing a hint of enjoyment.