My talent is too competitive, the start level is full

Kun Wuya knelt down on the battle platform, the horn between his eyebrows had been broken off, and the wings on his back were even more dilapidated.

The most deadly thing is that his soul has been burned to death!

"Just a little bit!"

Kun Wuya stared at Fang Shaoqin, his canthus cracked, and roared unwillingly, "If I hadn't been wounded in spirit, I would have strangled you today!"

His soul was wounded, and he couldn't bear the burning of Fang Shaoqin's nine shining suns.

Fang Shaoqin grinned, "Win the king and lose the bandit."

"I won!"

The imperial envoy shined a ray of sun, completely burning Kun Wuya to death.

Then, he glanced at the sky, and his eyes seemed to fall on Wanzu.

He said lightly: "My human race, don't be humiliated!"

Immediately, he flew away from the battle platform and returned to Fang's house.

He has fought against ten powerful alien geniuses, and now he has been seriously injured and must recover quickly.

Otherwise, with the despicableness of all races, if he continues to fight on wheels, it will be difficult for him to hold the battlefield and guarantee the victory of the human race.

Or be infected by Fang Shaoqin's iron blood.

After Fang Shaoqin left, all the top forces in the human race had peerless geniuses step out one after another.

Step into the arena and defend the ring for the human race!

The Wanzu side was also completely enraged!

One by one, Tianjiao stepped out and captured the battlefield.

The fierce battle started again.

Attack each other around ten platforms.

Although the human race loses more and wins less, but there is no fear, they continue to fight, and fight for the human race!

Fang family.

The sacred silver dragon tree swayed, and the mysterious fluctuations dispersed the world.

Enzyme rules, surging like tides.

A large amount of spiritual energy from heaven and earth poured into Fang Shaoqin's mansion like a curtain of sky, helping Fang Shaoqin recover from his injuries.

Fang Shaoqin was surrounded by nine bright suns.

The endless rules of the way of fire, like the spirit of fire, danced happily.

The terrifying aura surged layer upon layer, like an angry wave hitting the sky!

Fighting against Tianjiao of the alien race repeatedly, although he was seriously injured, he gained a lot.

Coupled with the recent series of retreats and the guidance of Qiyang Daojun, Fang Shaoqin has forged a deep foundation.

As long as the injury is repaired, it will completely erupt and break through in one fell swoop!

And right now.

Suddenly, a flame flew out from the ground of the Fang family's ancestors.

Or perceive Fang Shaoqin's fire talent, fly straight to Fang Shaoqin, and take the initiative to recognize the master.

This is one of the Fire Dao Divine Soldiers captured by Fang Chenzhen when he killed a group of alien geniuses.

It can barely be regarded as an ancient holy weapon, but the spirit of the weapon is a little damaged.

He already has an ancient holy weapon of Fire Dao, so this one is a bit tasteless.

So it was placed in the ancestral land, confessed to Qiong Qi Qi Ling, and the Fang family's Tianjiao who has recognized it can recognize the master by himself.

So, there is this scene.

Fang Shaoqin is in possession of the Heavenly Sun Physique, and he can be said to be the most monstrous arrogance of fire in Fang's family, except for Fang Chen.

Huo Yanqiongqi also knows the goods, so he naturally takes the initiative to recognize the master.

The ancient sage soldier recognized his master, and a huge amount of understanding of the way of fire poured into Fang Shaoqin's mind.

Immediately, the sea of ​​flames exploded.

Rumble!

Nine rays of sun rise into the sky, the sea of ​​flames surges into the sky, and the law of the turbulent fire path ripples the heaven and the earth.

A series of fire gods evolved to pay homage to Fang Shaoqin.

At this moment, Fang Shaoqin is like a god who holds the power of fire.

This is a vision of a breakthrough in the realm of the Dao of Fire.

This also means that his Fire Dao Realm has just stepped into the half-step Dao Domain level!

He recovered from his injuries in an instant.

The cultivation base also attracted an opportunity and began to break through.

Into the mysterious second level.

Into the mysterious triple.

Until... the fifth level of the Nascent Profound Realm!

The terrifying aura, billowing and agitating, makes one's heart palpitate.

Chapter 159: Despicable Ten Thousand Races, Shots Are Forbidden

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Fang Shaoqin suddenly opened his eyes angrily, and shot out two flames of divine light, piercing through the sky and the earth with immeasurable power.

"Finally, a breakthrough."

Fang Shaoqin murmured.

Immediately, he looked at Huo Qiongqi lying beside him.

"The ancient holy soldier of the Fire Dao... sent by the young patriarch?"

Fang Shaoqin breathed out lightly, and a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Ancient Sacred Weapons are hard to come by, with so many real martial arts and thousands of forces, only a handful of them can own them.

The young patriarch just gave him a handle?

Fang Shaoqin was in a trance for a while.

The gap... is getting bigger and bigger.

Already, it was almost impossible to see the back of the young patriarch.

Shaking his head, he decisively accepted the ancient holy soldiers.

Get up and look towards the direction of the ancestors.

To be precise, it was where Fang Chen was.

Respectful salute.

"Throughout the ages, how many people are qualified to take the blame for the young emperor?"

"That's me, Fang Shaoqin!"

Fang Shaoqin was finally relieved at this moment, and smiled freely.

Immediately, stepping out of the air, he walked out of Fang's house and flew to the battlefields of the heavens.

"Fang Shaoqin is back?"

"How did he recover from his injury so quickly?"

All the forces in Zhenwu were alarmed.

Even the ten arrogances of the alien race, anyone can see that Fang Shaoqin has been seriously injured, and it is difficult to recover in a short time unless the holy medicine is used.

"The Fang family, I'm so willing!"

A Tianjiao asked in surprise: "How do I feel... His strength has increased a lot?"

"He... he is at the fifth level of the Nascent Profound Realm?!"

Countless prides were in an uproar.

After a big battle, he was severely injured, not to mention recovering quickly, but his cultivation has actually skyrocketed by four small realms?

Is this Nima still human?

"Is this the Junior Supreme?"

"The more you fight, the braver you are, it's terrifying!"

At this time, Fang Shaoqin entered Xiaotiandi.

On the battlefield of the ten directions, the Tianjiao of the human race and the Tianjiao of the foreign race are fighting desperately.

It's just that there are eight sides of the battlefield, all of which are dominated by foreign races.

The arrogance of the human race is in danger.

Fang Shaoqin's eyes turned cold.

Pointing at the sky with one hand, nine bright suns condensed and fell down suddenly, instantly killing the alien races on the battle platform in all directions.

"Retreat first and recover from your injuries."

Fang Shaoqin said to Tianjiao of the human race.

Then, set foot on a battle platform.

Looking at the Wanzu behind the small sky and the sky.

The tone is flat, but there seems to be endless murderous intent.

"We continue."

The camp of ten thousand races was silent.

The faces of the high priest of the Tianyu clan and the emperors of all clans all became gloomy.

They are in charge of a clan, with power over a whole world, they are giants in the Xuanwu Starfield, even if the ancient gods and demons see them, they must be regarded as equals.

But today, he was slapped in the face many times by a little arrogant of the Zhenwu Human Race.

Ants provoke the dragon, the dragon may not care.

But the ants provoked again and again, ignoring the majesty of the dragon.

Then, the dragon is really going to be furious.

When the dragon got angry, the world was turned upside down!

"The top talents of all your races, can anyone return?"

"Quickly let someone strangle him."

The high priest's eyes were cold, and he said in a deep voice, "Little ants are annoying."

The faces of the emperors of all races were extremely gloomy, and they were obviously irritated by Fang Shaoqin's repeated provocations.

However, none of them made a sound.

They ordered the top geniuses of their various races to encircle and suppress the genius of the ancient race, but they have not yet returned.

The high priest frowned, feeling a little more uneasy in his heart.

There are at least forty or fifty of the top talents of all races.

Has he still not succeeded in encircling and suppressing an ancient human race Tianjiao who is at the first level of the Nascent Profound Realm?

What happened in the Xuanwu Battlefield?

"The ancient race..."

An arrogance of the ancient race, whose cultivation base is only pitiful, was selected for the first level, and he repeatedly destroyed the layout of their ten thousand races.