Beiyin Great Sage

  Chapter 241 Earth! Earth!

   "Uncle Zhou?"

  Luo Xiuying looked at Zhou Jia in front of her in surprise, with uncontrollable surprise and even a little fear in her eyes.

   Is this person really Uncle Zhou?

   It's no wonder she thinks so, it's because Zhou Jia has changed too much.

and.

   Or in just a few days.

  The previous Zhou Jia had a strong body, but it was not exaggerated. In fact, his strong muscles tended to be more streamlined and good at explosiveness.

   Now.

  Pieces of tendons are bulging, and the muscles on the back are even more knotted, as if carrying a heavy shield or tortoise shell, full of strength.

   An astonishing height of more than two meters, and some lateral growth limits.

  You can run a horse on your arms and stand on your fists.

  That's all!

  The legs are like giant pillars supporting the sky, and the wide trouser legs can't hide it. Every time you take a step, it seems to move a mountain.

   Even his appearance has changed.

   Zhou Jia used to be mediocre, but now he looks like a chiseled sculpture. Although it is not very beautiful, it is full of three-dimensionality.

   Raising his hands and feet, he carried a dull coercion.

   This is not a breath released intentionally, but a huge physical body with its own spiritual oppression.

   Just like a tiger and a chicken and a rabbit, even if the tiger is sleeping soundly and has no hostility, for weak creatures, the opponent's size is extremely oppressive.

"it's me."

   Zhou Jia nodded:

   "Taking some time, I practiced a secret method."

   "Is...really?" Luo Xiuying's beautiful eyes flickered, her voice stammered:

   "Look, it's kind of scary."

   Zhou Jia smiled and said nothing.

  The reason why the giant spirit body of Tiangang was able to make such an amazing change in his body shape in a short period of time was because it consumed the potential of the keel.

   This happens only once.

   And it is not necessarily good or bad.

  Although the strength has skyrocketed and the flesh has become firmer, the speed has also dropped sharply. For those who win by speed, the gain outweighs the loss.

   "Brother Zhou?"

  Qing Xiao’s voice came:

   "How do you..."

   "It has become like this?"

   "Brother Qingxiao." Zhou Jia looked back and cupped his hands at the visitor:

   "The seniors have said that this trip is dangerous. Just in case, I took advantage of this time to practice a secret method, so as to increase the chance of surviving."

   "That's true, but..." Qing Xiao was dumbfounded, shaking his head again and again:

   "If you want me to say, if you want to survive in danger, the right way is to practice light kung fu well. Aren't you more conspicuous like this."

   "I know too." Zhou Jia sighed softly:

   "It's a pity that I'm not good at light work, and the time is limited. I'm afraid I don't have time for Zhou to improve light work."

   "It's really you!" Until then, Feng Xiao said with a look of surprise, and even moved to Zhou Jia's side, reaching out to pinch the bulging muscles:

   "It's unbelievable, your muscles..."

   "Feng Xiao!" Qing Xiao's expression sank:

   “No rudeness.”

   "No problem." Zhou Jia smiled and waved his hands:

   "The change of Mr. Zhou is really unexpected."

  Yun Xiao nodded repeatedly.

  She was embarrassed to step forward, but her eyes were bright, she was not as stable as before, and she probably wanted to touch those muscles.

  As black iron masters, they see a lot of muscular men.

  But Zhou Jia is different.

  The aura on his body is calm and heavy, and there is great strength hidden in his muscles. Although it is hidden, it still gives people a solid and reliable feeling.

  Just a simple stop, and the surrounding vegetation is tilted.

   Actually.

   Zhou Jia's own weight, plus the ax and shield on his body, weighed more than two thousand catties. To ordinary people, every breath was like howling wind.

   "Zhou Jia?"

   "Really you?"

  At this time, the people on Xiaolang Island also noticed the changes in Zhou Jia, and surrounded him one after another.

  Yang Shizhen's eyes flickered, thoughtful.

  In just a few days, the changes in Zhou Jia's body are not insignificant. The vitality and blood hidden in his body may not be much weaker than him.

   Such a powerful physical body can increase the possibility of surviving many beasts even if they are not opponents.

   But to people...

   Not necessarily!

   Insufficient flexibility is definitely a fatal weakness.

  At this time, whispers sounded, and everyone's attention was diverted from Zhou Jia, and they looked towards a certain figure in the distance.

   "Silver!"

   "Mo Shang with vigor through mountains and rivers!"

   "The one who obtained silver eighty years ago?"

  Mo Chang?

   Zhou Jia's eyes moved slightly.

   It turned out to be this one!

  As far as he knows, there are only two silver powerhouses in the Xuantian Union who are confirmed to be alive, and Mo Shang is one of them.

  Silver is hard to prove!

  Everyone is a proud son of heaven, with a mysterious opportunity, and his strength is earth-shattering.

   But thanks to the strategy of practicing martial arts for all the people, over the past three hundred years, the Dalin Dynasty has produced a lot of silver, nearly twenty.

  The strong silver man can live past three hundred years.

   But in reality, no one has ever lived that long.

  The stronger the strength, the greater the responsibility. Every silver powerhouse shoulders the heavy responsibility of the continuation of the ethnic group, and all they need to face are terrifying existences.

  One by one silver fell, and one by one the latecomers prevailed.

   Successive generations have continued to this day.

  Mo Shang.

  He is the one who has lived long enough among the silver masters, and is only slightly younger than the "No. 1 powerhouse in Hongzeyu" of the Zhao family royal family.

  It is difficult to verify this record, but Xiaolangdao Library has recorded a few 'little things' about him.

   Crush a mountain with one punch!

  Ten breaths plowed several miles of land and killed nearly ten thousand beasts!

   Entering a volcano to fight a certain flaming beast, causing the earth's crust to shake for hundreds of miles, and finally tearing the beast apart with both hands under extremely high temperatures!

  This kind of existence almost goes beyond the category of 'human'.

   Judging from the earth's technological weapons, there are very few that can threaten his existence, and there are only a few that can kill Baiyin.

   "Shua!"

   "Shua!"

   "..."

   One after another silhouettes flew towards the hillside, falling not far away and clapping their hands:

   "Junior, I have seen Senior Mo!"

  Zhou Jia also followed the crowd to the hillside. Thanks to the astonishing eyesight of the black iron master, he was able to see his face clearly.

  He is not tall, even a little short.

  The skin is as smooth as jade, the eyes are piercing, and the spirit is full of energy. Few people believe that he is a centenarian.

  There is only white hair all over the sky, fluttering in the wind, a little unusual.

  In Zhou Jia's perception, Mo Shang's existence is mysterious and unique, completely different from others.

  His aura seems to be integrated with this world, which is clearly visible to the naked eye, but there is nothing on the top of the mountain in the perception.

   Instead, there was a will to cover several miles, quietly scanning the crowd in the field.

  The sheer size and vastness of this will is simply unimaginable.

  Zhou Jia has no doubt that a single thought of Mo Shang can set off howling winds, showers and thunder, and turn the thoughts in his heart into reality.

   Man and nature are one!

he,

   Within a few miles of here is the sky!

  Silver!

  If ordinary steps are like grass and trees, they will fall when the wind blows.

  The black iron is like a mound, standing firmly on the ground, calm and solid.

  The existence of Baiyin and other ranks is a towering mountain that penetrates the earth's crust and touches the blue clouds above, with coercion in all directions, which is incomparable.

  Mo Chang doesn't seem to like making noise, waving his long sleeves lightly, his voice is ethereal and illusory, but clear and clear, spreading to everyone present:

   "With the hillside under my feet as the core, remember not to stay away before the world fragments appear. Choose your residence and let them all disperse!"

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  Looking at the tree house in front of him, Zhou Jia felt emotional.

   How long has it been?

  Since leaving Huojiabao, I have never lived in a tree house, and now I see it again, and I have an inexplicable sense of intimacy.

   "Uncle Zhou."

  Luo Xiuying patted her hands and said with a smile:

"How about it?"

   "Although I live in the inner city of Huojiabao, I also built a tree house. Three bedrooms and one living room are more than enough for the two of us."

   "Yes." Zhou Jia nodded:

   "It's really good."

  Perhaps daughters are naturally more careful than men, and Luo Xiuying is the same.

  The tree house was carved out very finely, and even a quiet room was specially opened for Zhou Jia to practice, and the tables, chairs and benches are also decent.

   "What an exquisite tree house." Feng Xiao walked up to her, her beautiful eyes flickering:

   "Brother Zhou, if it doesn't bother you, how about asking your maidservant to help me open a place nearby? I can give you Origin Stones as a reward."

  Luo Xiuying's expression froze, and her complexion was a little ugly.

   Even looking at the carefully arranged tree house, I feel tired.

  She has always felt that Feng Xiao has a good personality. Although he is careless, it is only a performance of a hearty personality without much scheming.

   Only now found out.

  The other party's candidness was only because the target of the speech was Zhou Jia, and I was a 'handmaid', and I didn't pay attention to it from the beginning to the end.

   is the existence of being dispatched at will.

   "Sorry." Zhou Jia's voice was calm:

   "Xiuying is my junior, and I need to prepare well during this time. In case of danger in the fragmented world, I will not be able to explain to her father."

   "Really?" Feng Xiao raised his eyebrows, his face gradually turned cold:

"let it go."

  Watching the other party leave, Zhou Jia gently shook his head.

  He knew very well that the other party had dislikes, maybe even resentment, but he didn't care. People's hearts are like this, and it's hard to fathom.

  Even if you have friends who talk and laugh, you may lose your face because of a trivial matter.

   This is also the reason why Zhou Jia doesn't like to talk too much.

   "Uncle Zhou." Luo Xiuying was overjoyed, but couldn't help whispering:

   "Actually, it doesn't matter. It's not troublesome anyway. There's no need to offend Senior Feng Xiao."

   "If such things are also kept in mind, it would be better if such people don't know." Zhou Jia shook his head:

   "Go back to the house and practice, try not to go out."

"Yes."

  ...

time,

   Days go by.

  More and more people gathered here.

   "That person is Bi Jian, who was born in the He family, but changed his surname to Bi because of the previous generation, and the He family didn't dislike it because of this, and has been fully supporting it."

   "The He family's choice was right. Bi Jian is now in the late stage of Hei Tie, and he is only one step away from the peak, and he has no resentment towards the He family."

   "Zhang Jiucheng!"

   "He even came."

   Zhou Jia turned his head sideways when he heard the sound, and looked at a man with fluttering sleeves.

  Zhang Jiucheng, a disciple of the Zhang family, with the peak cultivation of Black Iron, the core true biography of the inner sect of the Xuantian League, is an existence on the same level as Wu Shidao.

   Behind him, there are more than ten people, each of whom is a person with a strong breath.

   "Zhi!"

   A scream came from the sky.

   Hearing the sound, he looked up and saw a huge bird descending from the sky.

  The flying bird spreads its wings for a hundred meters, and its feathers and feathers are like swords. Under the scorching sun, it reflects a metallic luster, and the fluttering of its wings makes the wind howl.

  Even Zhou Jia, facing the gust of wind, couldn't help squinting and retreating.

  The few people not far away were even more helpless, and were thrown away by the strong wind, shouting loudly one by one, and landed heavily a hundred feet away.

   "Hoo..."

  The giant bird folded its wings and landed lightly, with several figures jumping down from it.

   "Royalty!"

   "People from the Zhao family!"

   "Are they coming too?"

   Zhou Jia's ears quivered slightly, and his eyes fell on one of them.

  The man was dressed in a golden armor stomach, carrying an extremely exaggerated epee on his back, with a golden light all over his body, and walked towards the mountain top.

  Black Iron Peak!

   "It's Zhao Changning!"

   "This generation of the royal family is most expected to become a master of silver. It is said that the giant sword on his back was forged by the number one powerhouse himself."

   "The Zhao family, all of them are really outstanding in appearance, and both men and women are a momentary choice."

   "Be careful, can you say this casually?"

  So many masters!

  Zhou Jia glanced around, his eyes moving slightly.

  Although the royal family and the Xuantian Union are united in the same spirit, but looking at the atmosphere in the field, when the Zhao family appeared, many people showed hostility in their eyes.

   Not only the Zhao family!

   All the people present were not of one mind.

  The people led by Wu Shidao and Zhang Jiucheng are also hostile to each other.

  Even the major branches compete with each other, and even the disciples of the same branch may not be as eager to kill them as he and Yang Shizhen.

   Zhou Jia could tell that it was unreasonable for a strong silver man not to know about such things.

   I don't know what Mo Chang was thinking, maybe he was too lazy to pay attention to it, maybe it was because he didn't have enough time, but he never mentioned it from the beginning to the end.

  With him now, no one dares to act rashly.

  Entered the fragmented world...

  It's hard to say!

   "Boom!"

  The sky suddenly roared, Zhou Jia's heart tightened, and he raised his head suddenly.

  In the vast sky, a ray of light pierced through the white clouds, and brought out a curl of smoke from behind, heading straight for this place.

   "Boom!"

   "Shua!"

  The streamer fell at an astonishing speed, causing the trees to hang down. Everyone was frightened, and when they came close, they landed lightly.

  Silver!

   Another strong silver man.

  Such an arrogant style, coupled with the birds that appeared before.

   The person who came here should be Zhao Liang, the silver strongman of the Zhao family of the royal family. This person achieved Baiyin thirty years ago. It is said that he is just over sixty years old and can be called a genius.

  Zhou Jia withdrew his gaze, his ears trembled slightly, and went all out for listening to the wind.

  Around more than ten miles around, many voices came to my ears in sequence.

   Master!

   Much more than that.

  The military, rogues, and certain alien races also appeared nearby unknowingly, and many of them were late-stage Black Iron powerhouses.

   Experts gather, dragons and snakes dance wildly.

  Zhou Jia sighed softly in his heart, clenched his fist as big as a sand bowl, felt the strong power in his body, and finally felt a sense of security. It seemed that his choice was not wrong.

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   It was drizzling.

  The sky is full of haze, gray and black.

  It seems that thick ink is splashed on the rice paper, and the clouds are dark and heavy, revealing a heavy depression.

  In the haze.

  A ruin-like city stands between the sky and the earth, the tall spire points directly to the sky, and countless vines quietly cover the tall buildings.

  The walls of the city are ruined, and everything withered.

   On the once bustling road, broken-down cars visited chaotically. With the breeze blowing, half of the paper was floating in the rain.

  The paper fell to the ground, soaked by the rain.

  The text and images on it are gradually blurred, and only a few lines of large characters can be seen.

   "On the third day of September, Sun Ting, the head of the new generation of young women... playing the violin... Jicheng Grand Theater..."

   And that text.

   They are Chinese characters!

   "Wow..."

  A puddle of blood spilled on the ground, washing away the words and patterns on the advertising paper.

  A miserable, desperate cry,

   Break the tranquility.

  (end of this chapter)