Frankly speaking, whether it was Helen, Zhao Kunlun, or Russell from the Tyrants, they all knew that the fight between the three superpowers, which only happened once every few decades, was about to begin again. Of course, this had nothing to do with them, but if they performed well and helped their own superpowers win over this person, they would have made a contribution. In the Holy Land, where rewards and punishments were very clear, making a contribution meant resources, recognition from the teachers, and opportunities!
"Junior Sister Si Jiali." Zhao Kunlun's face was full of smiles, completely different from the cold expression he had when facing Gui Hao and the others. He extended his hand to Si Jiali in a gentlemanly manner. "Hello, I am Zhao Kunlun from the Sparta Clan in the Holy Land. I am here to guide you to the Holy Land. Our Sparta Clan …"
Before he could finish his sentence, Helen had already slapped his outstretched hand away. "You are so rude. There is a difference between men and women. How can you extend your claws to such a cute little sister so easily?"
As Helen spoke, she was already holding Si Jiali's arm affectionately. "Sister Si Jiali, my name is Helen. I should be a few years older than you. Call me Sister Helen. We girls have more in common …"
"Junior Sister Si Jiali, I am Russell from the Tyrants!" Russell, who was standing at the side, was already impatient and spoke without thinking. Compared to the other two who were eloquent, he was better at being honest. "On behalf of the Tyrants, I sincerely welcome you to join us. Our Tyrants will definitely give newcomers like you the best treatment. Furthermore, the Tyrants are very protective of their own people. If anyone bullies you, I will help you beat him up. If you bully someone, I will help you beat him up too!"
"Good girl, don't listen to his nonsense." Helen glared at him. "The Tyrants are all psychopaths. They transform themselves here and there all day long. They are neither human nor ghost. How can they say that they don't need to cultivate too hard? Look at his shiny golden body. Let me tell you, that is all mutated metal. He will turn into a monster. "
"Helen, are you courting death? This is precious Life Metal from the Metal Dimension. It is a higher form of life. Don't talk nonsense if you don't know anything!" Russell was very angry, but he didn't seem to want to leave a bad impression on Si Jiali.
"Cough, you two." Zhao Kunlun interrupted Russell. "Don't mislead junior sister Si Jiali's judgment. No matter how you look at it, I think the Sparta Clan is the most suitable place for Si Jiali. You should know that the Federation's Heroic Soul Academies are mostly replicating the Sparta Clan. You will receive the best care in the Sparta Clan, and there will be no inconveniences in your life."
Helen chuckled, and Russell glared at her. The three of them immediately began to quarrel. You said your Sparta Clan was good, and I said my Mystic Sect was good. They argued until their faces were red, and they almost had a fight on the spot to prove who was stronger.
The 3 of them were fighting fervently, completely disregarding the feelings of others. Laura, Grai, Sharmie, Carolyn, Vladimir, Gui Hao and the rest were all dumbfounded by what they were seeing.
What was going on? Was this the kind of treatment that the lowest-ranked player who hadn't done anything since entering deserved?
What the hell was this? What kind of Dharma Idol did Si Jiali have to be able to make the three arrogant Holy Disciples behave like this? They had completely lost their integrity and dignity.
Si Jiali, who had cast her Heroic Soul, was also a little different from before. There was a hint of calmness in her gentle and determined eyes. "Thank you, I think I will make the best judgment after understanding the situation."
As she spoke, she walked towards Laura, Grai, Sharmie and the others. In fact, they couldn't tell how powerful Scarlet was, as her aura wasn't considered strong. However, they were all happy that Scarlet had successfully cast her Heroic Soul. Among them, Scarlet was the one who had the least confidence.
Gui Hao and the rest frowned because they could indeed feel Si Jiali's strength. She was really average. Although they didn't know how powerful she was, with her foundation, how strong could she be?
Even if she was lucky, the three Holy Disciples shouldn't be so shameless.
Even Carolyn and Vladimir felt a little baffled. It was most likely that the three of them did it on purpose, but what about their motives?
Zhao Kunlun couldn't wait to take out a badge made of unknown material from his arms. He infused it with Soul Power, and the runic array on the badge was immediately activated and enlarged.
"Open!"
A crack suddenly appeared in the space in front of him, and golden light flashed inside. It was as if he could hear a beautiful song, and also as if he could see a huge passage.
There was no doubt that this was the transmission passage of the Holy Land, and it could directly locate the Holy Land. Such an amazing thing would cause an explosive fight in the Federation, but in the Holy Land, it was something that every official Holy Disciple could have.
This was the difference in power.
The three of them led Si Jiali in eagerly, directly ignoring the large wave of confused 'audience' behind them. If Si Jiali hadn't turned around to call Laura, Grai and the rest, the three of them would probably have forgotten about them.
"Follow them, follow them!" Zhao Kunlun finally remembered to turn around and call out to them. He looked unhappy. "What are you all standing there for? Do you want me to carry you in?! "
… …
Wang Zhong had a very strange dream. It was long and tiring. He couldn't remember what he had experienced in the dream, but it felt like a century had passed.
When his consciousness gradually returned to his mind, he slowly began to feel all kinds of soreness and swelling in his body. He opened his eyes.
A pitch-black figure entered Wang Zhong's sight. This fellow was truly black. He grinned at Wang Zhong, revealing a set of spotlessly white teeth that formed a stark contrast with his black skin. "Wang Zhong, you're awake. Do you want to eat something?"
Wang Zhong was stunned for a while before his thoughts became clear again. "Mu Zi, why are you here?"
The black man in front of him was Mu Zi. This was the first time they met in real life. He seemed to be taller and stronger than the Mu Zi he saw in the Fifth Dimension. Of course, he was also darker.
The person he saw in the desert before he fainted was Mu Zi. That shiny bald head was the one who saved everyone.
"Where are the others?"
This was a small dome-shaped tent. The conditions were not very good, but it was small enough to have all the essentials. Not only was there a small bed for him to lie on, there was also a small table and a set of chairs. There were even a few low-quality oil paintings hanging on the tent as decorations. He could not tell what the paintings were.
"Your friends are in the tent next door," said Mu Zi with a smile. Mu Zi smiled and said, "They're all fine. That girl's injuries were a bit more serious, but I helped her heal. They woke up even earlier than you."
"Where is this?" Wang Zhong covered his forehead and wanted to prop himself up, but he felt weak all over.
"This is the Katchirda Village, an oasis in the desert. Don't worry, the people here are very friendly and safe." It was obvious that Mu Zi was very happy. He wanted to help Wang Zhong up, but he held back in the end.
Fortunately, Wang Zhong quickly propped himself up. He had just transformed, but his body's recovery ability was much stronger than others. Wang Zhong still managed to capture this detail, and he couldn't help but take a good look at Mu Zi again.
"You seem to have changed a lot."
Frankly speaking, after the baptism of the CHF, Wang Zhong's vision and perception abilities were no longer the same as before. In the past, he only felt that Mu Zi should be very strong. Although he had single-handedly killed tens of thousands of mummies in the pyramid in the S rank secret realm, from the looks of the situation back then, it was only his' coffin 'that was strange, and not Mu Zi himself. But now, Wang Zhong was a little shocked. At this moment, he saw a true bottomless depth in Mu Zi. It wasn't only because his vision had improved, but also because Wang Zhong was growing, and Mu Zi was also growing. In fact, Mu Zi's growth might even be faster, but his appearance hadn't changed. Even in this tent, he was still carrying the coffin on his back.
"I've had a little enlightenment recently, but it's still far from Aioros's." Mu Zi touched his head, a little embarrassed.
Wang Zhong rolled his eyes. These two guys were really giving him a hard time.
Simba, who had been silent for a long time, was already shouting in his Soul Sea. "It's Baldy! Wang Zhong, let me out. It's time to find Baldy and take back my number one mount! "
"Simba says hello to you." Wang Zhong smiled, but he didn't intend to let Simba out here. "There's no cola to drink this time."
Mu Zi smiled. "Remember to bring me two cans next time."
"Wang Zhong!"
"Wang Zhong is awake?"
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