Chapter 490 490. Super genius? It’s just my threshold
“The empire has fifty-one regions, each with a population of at least five billion. Therefore, the number of geniuses over the past tens of thousands of years, if not one million, is ten. Ten thousand people. It is enough for these so-called geniuses to learn A-level spiritual clothes within a hundred years. Fifty years is their limit."
"But super geniuses are different. These people may become gods in the future. It only takes 20 years for a gifted person to learn an A-level spiritual garment.
If it were faster, 10 or 5 years would not be impossible. In theory, the maximum learning speed for a super genius is two. In two years, one can directly obtain an A-level spirit garment.
Of course, in two years, one can achieve an A-level one. Not many people, even super geniuses, can do this. ”
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After listening to the words of the prison guarantor, Xia Feng probably understood.
The standard for defining a super genius is probably to learn A-level spiritual clothing within 20 years.
Is this the super genius that all major forces regard as a treasure?
Actually, Xia Feng did not expect that the definition of super genius would be based on ‘years’, not even ‘days’.
Xia Feng couldn’t help but think of the time when Miss Mu learned her first A-level
That was wrong. It should have been when Xia Feng learned his first A level, it only took him 18 minutes.
It took 15 minutes to learn the second A-level, God King Statue, and the third most difficult set, A-level, only took 9 minutes.
Visible to the naked eye, Miss Mu’s um, no, it should be that Xia Feng’s learning speed is improving rapidly. I don’t know what the maximum speed of his A-level learning will be?
But no matter how much it is, Xia Feng now understands one truth, that is - a super genius? It’s just the threshold to see me~
While thinking, Xia Feng glanced at Ye Likong and the just saint Jiawen, and looked farther into the sky.
In addition to the Ye Li clan, the seven powerful factions known as the Seven Families in the Empire also sent geniuses from their clans, but they were basically only at the second level of Zhenwu.
There are also representatives from various major legions, many of whom are distinguished.
The person from the Holy See of Elements was a nun from the second realm of Zhenwu, not a mushroom. This made Xia Feng a little disappointed and a little strange.
Justice and Black Moon both have young geniuses who have reached the realm of the Venerable. Doesn’t the elemental one have them?
Shaking his head, Xia Feng glanced around again, observing the surroundings, trying to see if Miss Mu would blend into these people.
Now there is no new synchronized information in the heart of the evil spirit. This probably means that Miss Mu has not improved her strength, but is hiding and dormant somewhere.
The most likely possibility is that he has disguised himself as a member of these forces, sneaked into them, and entered the Sadqiu Abyss together.
But unfortunately, Xia Feng didn't find any clues.
"Zila——"
Just when Xia Feng was confused, along with the sonorous and powerful footsteps, there was a sharp and shrill metal collision sound, and everyone followed the sound.
I saw a woman's figure nearly two meters tall appearing in the east under the sunrise.
Her whole body was armed with ferocious and rough blood-colored heavy armor. Under her long flowing blood-red hair, Dawson's cold and dark Hell Mask was clasped on the left half of her chin, and the exposed facial skin on the right half of her chin was light red. , a narrow eye pupil reflects the black moon.
She was holding a three-meter giant knife in her hand, and the weird blade that was constantly bleeding was dragged on the ground. As she walked towards the crowd, the giant knife plowed a deep straight ravine on the ground. You can imagine the terrifying weight.
On the back of the knife, there was a line of flying characters shining with blood-colored brilliance: [Blood Prison]
And half a step behind her, there was a man with the same red skin and long blood-red hair. The man with short hair, wearing reflective square glasses, has a delicate face.
"These two are Olivia and her double cultivation partner, Russell." The guarantor of the Prison Temple continued to popularize science with Xia Feng.
“See that big knife dragged on the ground? There are at least 100,000 souls who died under that knife.”
“It can be said that provoking this crazy woman Yes, anyone who has a grudge against this crazy woman will be sacrificed by her with a knife."
"." After hearing this introduction, Xia Feng couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, is it so outrageous? , none of the four saints who co-authored the Black Moon Church are normal, right?
But another point worth noting is that Olivia and Russell are both red.
Many years ago, the human race actually had seven or eight ethnic groups with different skin colors. However, later many of the skin colors disappeared, leaving only three types: yellow, white, and red. Among them, the yellow race accounts for nearly 70% of the population and is the main race. The yellow race also accounts for the majority of the upper seven powerful families and major legions.
About 28% are Caucasians, and the remaining 2% are rare races with red skin.
The characteristics of this race are light red or even dark red skin, pointed ears like elf ears, and they are rich in beauties.
The upper-class nobles of the empire especially love people with this kind of skin, both men and women.
Of course, Xia Feng disagreed. Red skin was not within his aesthetic range.
"So, what do you mean by the Black Moon Holy See?"
Ye Likong, wearing golden armor, stood on a layer of pale gold clouds and looked down indifferently, "I remind you, the Black Moon Holy See But there is only one quota for an important person to enter Bei Qiuyuan, so don’t cross the line.”
“Dong Dong!” An old man wearing a crimson priest's robe.
One of the old men had a black moon between his brows, and he was none other than Cardinal O'Brien.
He raised his old eyes and glanced at the three saints: "Three adults, do any of you take the initiative to withdraw?"
Jiang Qiu'e looked calm, and Olivia looked indifferent.
Only Chanaixue smiled lightly: "I quit."
She had a grudge against Jiang Qiu'e and Olivia. If she didn't quit, she would only be tortured.
Because of this, although there was something she wanted in Beiqiuyuan, after careful consideration, she decided to give up the fight to avoid exposing her trump card prematurely.
O'Brien waited for another two seconds, finally nodded, and threw the golden beads in his hand directly into the air.
"Whoever grabs this bead will win and get a place to enter the Beiqiu Abyss."
As soon as the words were said, the bead flew thousands of meters into the sky and into the clouds.
After the whooshing sound, there was no trace, only bursts of thunder exploded from the clouds, and golden glow illuminated the sky.
Olivia and Jiang Qiu'e looked at each other in the air, their calm eyes intertwined, and there seemed to be hatred between them.
Olivia turned her gaze and looked at Xia Feng beside her, saying indifferently: "Is it your artificial life?"
Jiang Qiu'e's ethereal beautiful eyes narrowed slightly.
At the same time, Xia Feng felt a biting chill in his heart. The ferocious armor of the two-meter-long woman in the distance seemed to be exuding an icy, ancient air, extremely cold.
Especially the woman's indifferent eyes, as if looking at a dead person.
"Whoosh——"
The woman's broadsword, which was plowing the ground into a gully, suddenly flashed out. In an instant, it was directly above Xia Feng's head, hitting Xia Feng's head, and fell!
Xia Feng was cut into two pieces.
(End of this chapter)