"Haha!" “
Hearing Wajim say that he still had seventy to eighty years to live, Morris suddenly laughed out loud. Of course, he didn't believe that Wajim could live that long, because he had specially investigated Wajim's information. As the headmaster of the Ice Edge Training Camp and the strongest person, Morris's greatest wish was to become a Master or a Legend. However, the best way to become a Master or a Legend was to defeat another Master or Legend. Although Wajim rarely left the mountain, the title of Snow Mountain Hermit was very famous. Many experts in bear Russia, and even some cruel mercenaries, knew of this title.
Morris had seen Wajim a few times before. Afterward, he had his subordinates secretly collect information about Wajim, and even had some people deliberately pretend to casually barge into Wajim's cultivation place in order to obtain more information about Wajim.
Later, Morris came to a more accurate conclusion: Wajim didn't have long to live! Moreover, Wajim's strength had already begun to decline.
At this time, it was obviously the most suitable time to kill Wajim. Morris had been looking for an opportunity and a reason, and today, he had finally found it.
Therefore, Morris actually didn't care about the lives of Qin Lang and Qin Miao. What he really cared about was killing or defeating Wajim, and thus achieving his own Legend.
In the end, when Morris heard Wajim say that he still had seventy to eighty years to live, he laughed out loud, thinking that Wajim could actually lie.
"But I really still have seventy to eighty years to live. Moreover, according to the cultivation method that Mister taught me, if I continue to cultivate, my life should be even longer in the future, "Wajim said with certainty.
"Wajim, you really got the right name!" Morris sneered. "I just didn't think that someone with your intelligence would actually lie. Seventy to eighty years to live? You think I don't know that in order to prolong your life, you even went to deal with vampires in exchange for elixirs that could prolong your life? Unfortunately, those things don't work on you, do they? Alright, Wajim, if you still have a little dignity as a Master, then fight me! "
Morris finally decided to make a move. In fact, he couldn't wait any longer. After killing Wajm, he would become a legend of the new generation. His name would forever be engraved on the stone tablet of the Ice Edge Training Camp.
At this moment, Morris was rather excited, but this excitement didn't last long because Wajim's fist had already penetrated his chest in the next moment.
Roar!
Wajim's voice was still roaring in the sea of clouds. A huge demonic bear appeared behind him. This was the sign of Wajim going all out.
Morris' fist fell powerlessly. Never in his wildest dreams would he have thought that Wajim's strength was completely different from what he had estimated. It seemed like this guy's strength had increased by at least ten times, or even more. Morris thought that he had an 80% chance of defeating Wajim, which was why he came here and challenged Wajim. Who knew that the outcome would be like this?
Wajim was indeed a one-track mind. When he knew that Morelos was determined to challenge him, he didn't say anything else. Instead, he went all out. Only by going all out could he show respect to a warrior.
In the end, Wajim went all out, and Morelos didn't have the strength of Qin Lang. Therefore, he couldn't take Wajim's punch and was killed by Wajim in one punch.
The rest of the people couldn't help but be dumbfounded.
However, these people were all instructors of the Ice Edge Training Camp. These people were either mercenaries or experts trained by the former Soviet Union. They weren't particularly loyal to Morelos, and their relationship was purely that of a superior and a subordinate. Now that Morelos was killed in a public challenge, this was a common occurrence. It could be said that he was asking for mercy. In any case, no one could say anything about being killed in a public challenge. It could only mean that the true strength of the "Snow Mountain Hermit" was unfathomable. Morelos was clearly courting death by bullying an old and frail man.
A dead person had no value.
The rest of the people naturally complimented Wajim, saying things like "he deserves his reputation," "a legend is a legend," and so on. Anyway, no one wanted to speak up for Morelos, and no one could stand up for him.
The farce ended too quickly. Qin Lang had nothing else to see, so he left with Qin Miao. Seeing that Qin Lang was really leaving, Wajim could only bow at Qin Lang's back and send him off.
When Qin Lang left, the dragon aura of the Hua Xia Dragon Vein was once again connected to the spirit vein here. Qin Lang also felt a power of merit being added to his body. Although he didn't know if this was counted as merit for shooting, it was always good to have more merit.
After leaving this place, Qin Lang passed through Siberia, India, northern Myanmar, then Sakhalin Island, Taiwan, Penghu Islands, Ryukyu, Korea, and even Nepal and Siam.
These places that Qin Lang had been to were all places where the Hua Xia Dragon Vein had once flowed. During the thousands of years of the Hua Xia Dynasty, the dragon vein and dragon aura had once covered a vast area that exceeded Qin Lang's imagination. It was almost twice the size of the current territory of the Hua Xia Dynasty.
The former Hua Xia Dynasty had indeed enjoyed several periods of glory. There was also a flourishing era where everyone submitted to it. However, the dragon vein had risen and fallen several times, and everything in the past was just a joke.
However, this time, when Qin Lang walked through the places that the dragon vein had passed through, on the one hand, he had completely unblocked the dragon vein of the Hua Xia Dynasty. On the other hand, this journey was also a mental journey for Qin Lang.
Along the way, Qin Lang learned a lot of spiritual power formations, but these gains were insignificant. For Qin Lang, the biggest gain was still the historical imprint that he had comprehended during this journey.
In the past, some people had asked to relive the 25,000-mile Long March to recall and feel the liberation path of the Hua Xia Dynasty. If anyone could really walk 25,000 miles on foot, they would definitely be able to gain some enlightenment. The path that Qin Lang had walked was not just 25,000 miles. He had walked through the places where the Hua Xia Dragon Vein had once flowed. From these places, Qin Lang could feel the traces of time and the historical aura left behind by the dragon vein of the Hua Xia Dragon Vein.
Since the dragon vein was unblocked, some memories about the dragon vein began to recover. The memory of the dragon vein was about some major events that had happened in these lands, as well as some heroes that had appeared out of nowhere in these lands. Some of these things appeared in history books, while some people and some things were not recorded. However, those who could exist in the memory of the dragon vein were definitely some extraordinary figures.
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