Chapter 315 Letter to Dad [Please vote for me! 】
If the previous fight between Tongrentang and the Nine was to train them, this time it was purely personal hatred.
After a period of struggle, this group of thick-browed monks also learned the art of war. This time, they really caught everyone off guard.
But there was no time to return. The coppers who rushed out immediately realized that something was wrong before they could cause any harm to everyone.
The strength of these young people seems to be completely different from before?
The monks who took action were basically the best among the disciples of Jilei Temple, and they were selected by the Tongren Hall. Everyone had been in the Thunder Pond. Soon they discovered how big a gap there was between themselves and real geniuses.
These young people who came out of the thunder pool were not only very strong in body and bones, but three of them directly integrated the power of thunder, and the lightning flashed in an instant.
The worst thing is that he has a Thunder Tribulation Martial Body, and he shuttles through the crowd, and no one can touch his shadow at all.
Originally, Liang Yue's sky was flying as fast as the wind, but at this time, another thunderous force was added. In a flash of light and shadow, the person was in front of him, and suddenly he was dozens of feet away. Unless one has a higher level of cultivation than him, it would be impossible to keep up with his body skills, let alone fight back.
These indestructible bronze men were like copper stakes in front of him.
Moreover, Liang Yue also discovered a little trick. The bronze man, who could not be hurt by swords, was very afraid of the power of thunder. The thunder attached to the attack can easily penetrate the bodies of the bronze men. Although it cannot cause serious injuries, it can make them suffer from pain and numbness.
Looks like they all need some electricity.
Wen Yifan became even more powerful. In the blink of an eye, thousands of flying swords were shot, each one flashing with electric light. Each sword hit, and any bronze man hit by the sword would be shaken for a long time.
Something is wrong.
So wrong!
Under the well-trained counterattack of the geniuses, Tongrentang's large army was quickly defeated.
The crowd did not pursue too much, they just rushed to their house and dismantled the Vajra Altar, and beat the Vajra Beast again. Looking at the fleeing figures of the bronze men, in addition to feeling a sense of accomplishment, everyone was also quite emotional.
I vaguely remember that when I first came to Jilei Temple, I was beaten up by the bronze men and was in a panic.
It has only been a few days, and now everyone can defeat the bronze man by working together. The progress during this period is evident.
In addition to overcoming inner demons and bathing in thunder pools, which improve actual combat power, what is more important is actually cooperation and response in battle. In the melees, everyone quickly found the secret to team fights. The improvement of this part of consciousness is far more effective than the improvement of cultivation level.
"Now I can leave Jilei Temple without any regrets." Wu Handing said with a smile.
His words can be regarded as expressing everyone's feelings. If there is no real winner with Tongrentang, the young people present may feel a little pity in their hearts, as if almost nothing has been accomplished.
If the battle to seize the city has passed, it may be impossible to gather such a group of people to fight at Jilei Temple.
The fashionable cloud sea suddenly said: "I have one more thing to do."
......
On the west side of the mountain behind Jilei Temple, there is a wide open space with green grass. A white elephant as big as a mountain was lying beside a clear water pool with its eyes closed.
Suddenly, the white elephant seemed to sense something, its proboscis stretched and its eyes opened.
A group of young people slowly walked over, and the first one was the one with whom it made the illusion make a deal before, but it failed later.
Before leaving, Shang Yunhai asked Zen Master Yun to bring him here because he wanted to see the white elephant again. Bai Xiang's eyes were a little confused, as if he didn't know what he was doing.
Shang Yunhai approached the huge body of the white elephant alone, raised his head, made spells with his hands, and said loudly: "Although I did not win the trial and the previous transaction was not completed, I can still help you find your mother. I have Send a message back to the Wild Beast Plains. If there is any news, they will notify you as soon as possible. "
The Hualong lineage communicates with monsters. Strictly speaking, it does not mean learning the language of monsters.
In fact, many monsters do not have their own language at all. They just use different ways to express different emotions and convey relatively simple messages. The communication of the Hualong lineage is more similar to establishing a spiritual connection, which can directly convey more precise messages to the other party.
Instead of imitating the chirping of birds when seeing a bird, or imitating the barking of a dog when seeing a dog...
"Ang——" the white elephant's huge eyes lit up instantly.
"What is it talking about?" Everyone asked curiously.
Shang Yunhai smiled and said: "It said it didn't help me win in the trial, which is really disappointing. If it could, it would like to do something more for me in exchange for my help, instead of Accept my gift for nothing. Finding its mother is its most important thing. If I am willing to help it, then I will be its best friend."
After explaining it to everyone, he turned back to the white elephant and said. , "Since we are friends, good friends help each other without the need for repayment."
"Ang, ang, ang —" the white elephant slowly came forward and rubbed Shang Yunhai with his big head. , Shang Yunhai stretched out his hand and rubbed the top of its head, listening to the white elephant humming and letting out a series of shouts, "Ang, ang, ang, ang..."
"What did it say with all this?" Everyone said. asked again.
Shang Yunhai smiled and said: "It said thank you."
Everyone: "?"
While the young people were talking to Bai Xiang, Zen Master Yun over there was grimacing and Feng Daoist was sighing. .
“The person responsible for guarding the thunder pool just came to me and told me that the power of the sky thunder has been consumed too much, and I’m afraid it will take another ten years to store it up before it can be used again.” He rubbed his bald head, “This loss But it’s quite big.”
For ten years, none of the young people in Jilei Temple could use the thunder pool to exercise. This is definitely a big loss for this temple.
"Isn't the loss of our Dao Palace greater." Feng Daoren said lazily, "The Daoyuan Fruit will not be restored to its original state for hundreds of years."
"Didn't you ask the imperial court and Liang Fuguo to make up for it for you? " Zen Master Yun said.
“Can’t you do it too?” Feng Daoren smiled and asked, “Ask Xu Shangshu to write a letter to the court. Who will benefit the most? Then write a letter to Liang Fuguo. Both the Yujian faction and the Qi family will go. Write a letter and ask them to give you corresponding compensation.”
The geniuses who participated in the battle to capture the city this time are not very strong or not, and they have a really big appetite. No matter where you go, the resources you end up eating exceed the local budget.
This is especially true for a certain young man named Liang.
"Is this okay?" Zen Master Yun was a little embarrassed. The great monk was still a little embarrassed. After all, it was their own agreement to help the team in the battle to seize the city, and there were also disciples of Jilei Temple among them.
It is somewhat unseemly to find someone to pay for the debt now.
"Don't worry, these big families are all sensible." Feng Daoren patted him on the shoulder, "Don't worry, you can ask them for compensation. If someone really doesn't pay, I will make it up to you."
(End of this chapter)