Yang Wenzhao's breathing became difficult because his right lung was pierced, and his throat became hoarse. He had never felt that death was so close to him before.
She came for him. Long Haochen. She must have come for Long Haochen.
Cai 'er's last stab pierced through his right chest, but it also left him with a glimmer of hope. Because, if the stab had deviated a little bit from the center of his chest, it would have completely destroyed his Spiritual Stove of the Galaxy Sea. If it had landed on his left chest, then it would have pierced through his heart.
How could an assassin of her level stab miss? She was already being merciful.
Feeling the murderous intent coming towards him, Yang Wenzhao smiled bitterly, "The Six Major Temples are one family. You … ah …"
Cai 'er's dagger moved slightly, and Yang Wenzhao was in so much pain that he couldn't speak.
"You also know that the Six Major Temples are one family? He was in the same Temple as you, but didn't you injure him badly? "An even more intense murderous intent burst out in an instant.
Everyone was afraid of death, especially geniuses.
Yang Wenzhao tried to defend himself, "He used the Sacrifice Skill himself, not me. Moreover, that was only a competition."
Cai 'er said coldly, "I don't care. Anyway, he was injured because of you. If it wasn't for the competition, you would have been a corpse by now. "
At this moment, her ears moved slightly. She stepped back and pulled out the dagger. Instantly, a stream of blood spurted out from Yang Wenzhao's chest. But Cai 'er's speed was too fast, and her body wasn't stained at all.
A black shadow flashed, and the next moment, she disappeared into the night. Even the green bamboo stick disappeared along with her.
Yang Wenzhao used his spiritual power to seal his wound. His eyes were dull, and his body leaned against the wall and slowly slid down. There wasn't much resentment in his heart, but more of a sense of helplessness. He couldn't help but think, "Is this an undeserved disaster?" Perhaps only by riding on a mount would he have the strength to fight against the female assassin.
Although the Star Spirit Armour had blocked most of Cai 'er's attack, the Spiritual Stove of Thousand Strikes had still left dozens of inch-deep wounds on his body. The blow that had pierced through his chest was even more serious. The large amount of blood loss had already made his consciousness a little fuzzy.
…
As his consciousness gradually recovered, Long Haochen opened his eyes with some difficulty. His throat felt parched, as if he was in a furnace at this moment. He felt like he was being burned from head to toe.
After a slight struggle, Long Haochen suddenly felt pain all over his body. With great difficulty, he looked within himself and was immediately shocked to discover that there was not a single drop of spiritual power left in his body. Only the Saint Spiritual Stove quietly floated within his chest, but its radiance had also dimmed a lot.
What a tyrannical "sacrifice"! In just ten seconds, he had actually weakened himself to this extent. Fortunately, there was no damage to the meridians within his body. He could still vaguely feel a gentle divine aura constantly nourishing his body.
He didn't know that this was the effect of the Holy Healing Technique. The powerful healing ability of the seventh step had protected his meridians in time, avoiding the most serious consequences. At this moment, although he was weak, his foundation had not been harmed.
This was also due to his Son of Light physique. As a possessor of the purest holy light spiritual power, the consumption of the Sacrifice Technique was admittedly terrifying. However, because of the purity of his spiritual power, only his potential was consumed, and his blood essence was not truly burned. This was also the reason why Long Hsing-woo dared to place the Sacrifice Technique at the fifth step seal for him to comprehend. Originally, Long Hsing-woo had prepared this technique for him to use in times of crisis. However, he did not expect that because Long Haochen had already touched the edge of liquid spiritual power, when he was fighting with Yang Wenzhao, he used that heroic spirit to break the seal of the rank 5 skill in the Inheritance Ring and used this skill with his rank 4 cultivation. If not for the Holy Healing Technique, he was afraid that he would have to lie in bed for at least a month.
Along with the recovery of his consciousness, the pain on Long Haochen's body gradually weakened. He had a vague feeling that within the Saint Spiritual Stove, there seemed to be a trace of his own spiritual power. Although he didn't know how to draw out this spiritual power, he could feel that his cultivation had not completely disappeared. Recovery was only a matter of time.
A trace of a smile appeared on the corner of Long Haochen's mouth. Although he had lost the battle with Yang Wenzhao, it was still carefree. Long Haochen believed that with this struggle, when his spiritual power recovered, he could really attack the fifth step.
That Yang Wenzhao was really strong. He unexpectedly also had a Spiritual Stove, and it was an offensive type Spiritual Stove. In a one on one battle, the Star Sea Spiritual Stove's effect was obviously much greater than his Saint Spiritual Stove.
Dad was right, the Punishment Knight's best way to improve himself was to constantly fight, feeling and comprehending in battle. Before the finals of the Monster Hunters Trials, I should be able to recover. According to the time, the Six Great Temple Trials will continue for at least three days, because there should still be many matches in the Warrior Temple.
After the Trials, there will be three days of rest. With these six days as a buffer, I should be able to recover my cultivation. If I can break through to the fifth step, that would be the best. Although Haoyue isn't here, maybe I can still get a good ranking in the finals.
This battle brought me a lot of benefits, but why do I feel like I've forgotten the most important thing?
Suddenly, the smile on the corner of Long Haochen's mouth froze. His pair of eyes, which had clearly dimmed a lot, suddenly widened. His pale handsome face also revealed violent fluctuations of emotion in a flash.
Cai 'er, Cai' er … …
Long Haochen only felt as if his chest had received a heavy blow. He suddenly turned over and sat up.
The violent movement caused his body to twitch with pain, but at this time, he couldn't care less.
Damn it, damn it, I actually broke my promise. During the competition, I was too focused on the opponent. I actually broke my promise, broke my promise, broke my promise.
Long Haochen struggled to stand up. At this time, his heart was completely filled with anxiety. An indescribable emotion made all his calmness disappear. In his mind, there was only the delicate and thin figure holding the Green Bamboo Stick, gently touching the ground.
She will definitely wait for me, she will definitely wait for me for a very, very long time. I, damn it … …
Long Haochen fiercely slapped himself. Ignoring the constant convulsive pain in his body, he struggled to stand up, holding the wall and walking towards the door.
I want to find her, I want to find her, at this moment, there was only one thought in his mind.
It was already late at night. When Long Haochen staggered out of the hotel, he suddenly felt a burst of cold air blowing on his face. The spiritual energy within his body was like a withered scorpion, unable to protect his body. Fortunately, cultivating his external spiritual energy made his body strong and sturdy. Although waves of weakness constantly attacked his perception, his heart's strong and persistent conviction supported him to walk out of the hotel step by step, moving towards the place where he and Cai 'er agreed to meet every day.
The consumption of "Sacrifice" was too shocking. At this time, Long Haochen was completely in a state of limp hands and feet. Almost every step he took, his body would be a little more sweaty. His feet had no foundation, and he almost fell several times.
Fortunately, the hotel where he lived was not far from the place where he and Cai Er agreed to meet. He staggered and walked slowly. At this time, Long Haochen was full of guilt. Although the competition was important, how could I break my promise to Cai Er? How disappointed she would be!
Walking forward step by step, Long Haochen's vision was a little blurred. The cold of the night gradually attacked his body.
Arrived, arrived. It wasn't a long road, but he walked for a full hour. Finally, he saw the place where he met Cai Er every day. However, Cai 'er was already nowhere to be seen, and the surroundings were empty and quiet.
Plop. Long Haochen could no longer stand and fell to the ground. The world was spinning, and he seemed to see countless stars revolving in front of him.
Cai Er had already left. That's right! The night was already so deep, how could she not leave?
A trace of bitterness appeared on Long Haochen's lips. He fell to the ground. His heart was filled with deep regret. If he had to choose again, he would definitely not risk his life against Yang Wenzhao. He was a little surprised to find that in his heart, he didn't know when, but sending Cai Er back had become more important than raising his cultivation.
I want to go to the hotel to find her and apologize to her. But, will she forgive me? She couldn't see the way out and left in disappointment. I'm the one who caused her so much pain. Will she forgive me?
No, I can't go and find her. It's already so late at night. She must have fallen asleep from the tiredness of waiting. How can I disturb her?
She must have waited for me for a very, very long time. Since that's the case, then I'll wait here. I must wait longer than she has, then I can ask for her forgiveness.
Thinking of this, Long Haochen's breathing gradually became louder. A strong sense of dizziness filled his brain. He had never felt so weak before. This feeling was not pleasant. He could faint at any time.
No, I can't faint. I must wait for her to come. This is the path she must pass by every day.
As he thought, Long Haochen supported his body and slowly stood up. Standing up, at least it allowed him to focus his mind. He was afraid that if he fell there, it wouldn't be long before he passed out or fell asleep.
As time passed, Long Haochen was still in a state of dizziness. Every time his body couldn't support it, he would immediately fall there. This fall naturally woke him up temporarily. Then he would force himself to get up, and so on.
Cai Er stood in a daze in Long Haochen's room. She was somewhat at a loss. He wasn't here? Where did he go?
After severely injuring Yang Wenzhao, Cai Er found her way here. Although she couldn't see, her other five senses were exceptionally sharp. As soon as she entered the room, she realized that Long Haochen wasn't here.
His scent still lingered in the air, and there was even some residual warmth in the bedding. This proved that he was indeed sleeping here. However, it was so late, where could he go?
With a flicker of her figure, Cai 'er flew out of the window like a wisp of smoke, reappearing on the street. Lightly tapping the ground with her bamboo cane, she slowly walked towards the hotel she was staying at. At this moment, her heart was filled with worry. After failing to find Long Haochen, she searched every room, including the place where Lin Xin and Ye Hua stayed. Every time she went to a room, she would quietly feel the change of scent, looking for the scent that belonged to him. However, all her efforts were in vain. He wasn't here. Other than his own room, there was no scent of him in the entire hotel.
Could it be that something happened to him? The sound of the green bamboo cane in Cai Er's hand tapping the ground was clearly louder. Her delicate face was covered with a layer of frost. If something really happened to him, no matter who it was, I will definitely not let them go.
After returning to her room, she sat cross-legged on the bed. However, Cai Er's heart couldn't calm down. Logically speaking, this was the headquarters of the Temple League. As a contestant of the Monster Hunters Trial, the possibility of something happening to him was extremely low.
Previously, when she attacked Yang Wenzhao, didn't the experts of the Alliance come to her rescue in a short time? But, where could he go?
For a whole hour, Cai Er couldn't enter a meditative state.
I have to find him.
Getting off the bed again, Cai Er grabbed her green bamboo cane and went out of the hotel again. However, because of the anxiety in her heart, she forgot to put on her veil in the darkness of the night.
The night was as cold as water. As the night wind blew gently, Cai Er became a little more clear-headed. As the saying goes, being concerned makes one confused. After calming down a little, she kept thinking about where Long Haochen might have gone. As long as he wasn't kidnapped, where would he go?
Could it be …
Suddenly, she thought of something. Could he have gone there? But, it's so late, is it possible?
Whatever, whether he would go there or not, that place is at least a target.
Normally, she and Long Haochen would be able to walk for an hour. But as they leaped, it only took a dozen breaths of time to cover the distance.
The tip of Cai Er's nose twitched slightly. It's his smell. It's his smell. He's really here.
Tapping the green bamboo cane on the ground, Cai Er walked forward quickly. Following the familiar refreshing scent, he walked over.
It was difficult for Long Haochen to maintain his consciousness. The repeated falls made him even weaker. At this time, he couldn't even see the scenery in front of him clearly. But he still stood there with his teeth clenched. His body was like a roly-poly toy that kept swaying.
"Tuk, tuk, tuk."
"Tuk, tuk, tuk."
The familiar sound made him a little more clear-headed. Is it her? Or am I hallucinating?
"Long Haochen." Cai Er's anxious voice sounded.
Then, a slender green bamboo cane was already on Long Haochen's body.
Long Haochen couldn't stand steadily. He immediately fell to the ground with a thud. But this fall also made him a little more clear-headed.
Her black dress was slightly messy. Her long purple hair cascaded down like a waterfall and draped over his face. A faint, somewhat cold fragrance wafted over. He was shocked to see a face filled with anxiety.
Her slightly pale skin and lifeless eyes couldn't hide her absolute beauty in the slightest. It's her, it's her.
In his own memory, this was the first time he saw Cai Er's face. Her extremely exquisite facial features were the complete opposite of her cold temperament. Her jade-like skin was slightly pale, but it was as delicate as a freshly peeled lychee. She had snow-white dimples on her face, and her eyebrows were dark green. Her elegant and refined face was almost instantly imprinted in Long Haochen's mind.
"You, how are you?" Feeling Long Haochen fall, Cai Er was a little anxious. She hurriedly squatted down and touched him with both hands.
His clothes were faintly damp. It was obvious that he had been soaked in the night dew. His body was still trembling slightly and his breathing was extremely unstable.
"Cai … er, Cai Er, I'm … sorry." Seeing Cai Er, Long Haochen's heart was filled with joy. His consciousness was hazy and he couldn't think why Cai Er would appear at this time. But he couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart. Holding her pair of soft little hands, he said unevenly, "I, I … didn't mean to … break our promise … Will you … forgive me …?"
Being held by him, Cai Er's heart suddenly shook. Because she could clearly feel how cold his hands were. It was completely different from his usual warmth.
She hurriedly grabbed his wrist, and in that instant, Cai 'er could already feel the weakness of his body. Moreover, with the invasion of the night dew, his weak body was actually on the verge of collapse.
"I forgive you." Cai Er bent down and carefully hugged his upper body. Her right hand was placed on his back. Gentle spiritual energy slowly flowed into Long Haochen's body, helping him to expel the cold in his body. If she didn't expel the cold in time, it was very likely that it would leave him in pain.
How could she not forgive him? When she found him here, she had already guessed what he was thinking. He was so weak, but he was still thinking about his promise with her. No matter how much dissatisfaction she had in her heart, at this moment, it was completely gone. Moreover, he didn't mean to stand her up!
Cai Er's spiritual energy was very warm. Long Haochen was really too weak at this time. His eyelids were very, very heavy. Before he fell into a deep sleep, he muttered something.
After a while, Long Haochen had already returned to his room.
Cai Er carefully tucked him in and sat on the side of the bed, quietly holding his hand.
At this moment, under the care of Cai Er's spiritual energy, Long Haochen's palm had become a little warm again and was no longer as cold as before.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have doubted you." Cai 'er's elegant face revealed a hint of gentleness. She carefully raised her hand and gently stroked Long Haochen's face. She touched his high nose bridge, delicate skin, and lips that were just thick and thin. Cai Er's pale face gradually blushed.
A dark golden light flashed and a dagger quietly appeared in her hand. Her soft and tender fingers were like the most dexterous artist. The dagger moved lightly and carved a small line of words on the side of Long Haochen's bed. Then, she covered his palm over it.
Feeling somewhat reluctant to part with him, Cai 'er stroked his cheeks once more. Only then did she leave with a blushing face. At this moment, the words Long Haochen muttered before he fainted were still echoing in her heart. He said, "Cai Er, you're so beautiful."
Alliance Executive Office.
Bang — —
The leader of the Knights Templars's Holy Knight, stationed in the Temple League, Han Kyu, whose position was second only to another rank nine almighty, was standing in front of a wide table with a frosty expression. The loud bang just now was caused by his palm slamming on the table.
"Ying Suifeng, if you don't give me an explanation today, don't blame us, the Knights Templars, for turning against you." Han Kyu's chest was burning with anger. How could he not be angry? It wasn't just him. At this moment, the higher-ups of the Knights Templars stationed in the Temple League were all enraged. Even the rank nine almighty, who was usually in seclusion, was alarmed.
This year's Knights Templars had the highest chance of getting first place in the preliminary round. The Punishment Knight Yang Wenzhao, who possessed a spiritual stove, was actually heavily injured in his own residence. And without a doubt, the person who injured him was from the Assassin Temple. Whether it was the Assassin Temple's signature skills or the Thousand Spiritual Stove, they were all the most prominent symbols of the Assassin Temple.
As soon as the sky brightened, Han Kyu had already come to denounce them.
The core representatives of the Six Temples were all stationed in the Alliance Executive Office. Every ten years, a group of committee members would be elected to represent each Temple. They were in charge of the various affairs of the Knights Templars. Among them, there were thirty-six presidium members, six from each Temple. Therefore, although the Knights Templars was the head of the Six Temples in name, they didn't occupy a completely dominant position in the Alliance.
Han Kyu was one of the six presidium members of the Knights Templars. He was also the leader of the Holy Knight, leading the thirty-six Holy Knights of the Knights Templars. He was also the Vice Temple Master of the Knights Templars, who was in charge of the daily affairs. His position was respected, only below the three Knight of the Seal. And his seniority was so great that only one of the three Knight of the Seal could surpass him.
Across from Han Qian, sitting upright behind the table, was a tall and skinny old man. He wore extremely ordinary black clothes, had grizzled short hair, and his appearance was also extremely ordinary. The only thing that was different from ordinary people was his eyes. They were a pair of eyes that were filled with silence, without any signs of life. If he was lying on the ground, people would definitely think that he was dead.
Han Kyu had a respected position in the Knights Templars, and the person in front of him was not easy to deal with either. He was the Hall Master of the Assassin Temple's Chivalry Hall, and the Vice Temple Master of the Assassin Temple's strongest thirty-six Chivalry Assassins, Ying Suifeng. At the same time, he was also the manager in charge of the Assassin Temple's daily affairs.
The Assassin Temple was different from the Knights Templars. Most of the time, they were more of a headache for the Demons' 72 Demon God Pillars. The 72 Demon God Pillars were also constantly replaced, and in this process, in the past six thousand years, there had been ninety-one Demon Gods who died in the hands of the Assassin Temple. This glory was something that the other five Sacred Halls could not compare to.
Even in the Alliance, no one knew how deep the Assassin Temple's trump card was. Only the presidium of the Alliance knew how many grade nine powerhouses the Assassin Temple had. Among the Six Great Temple, the Assassin Temple had always been known as the existence that should not be provoked.
Ying Suifeng was not affected by Han Kyu's rage. "Since such a big thing happened, I will naturally give you an explanation."
Han Qian had also calmed down a little at this time. He pulled over a chair and sat down, glaring at Ying Suifeng angrily.
The Six Great Temple had a close relationship with each other. Just like how the Magic Temple and the Warrior Temple had a good relationship, the Knights Templars and the Assassin Temple had the best relationship. The Knight was the Assassin's best talisman, and the Assassin was also the best attacker to support the Knight. One walked under the light, while the other walked in the dark. The two complemented each other.
Because of this, although the Knights Templars's upper echelons were furious, they did not immediately denounce Ying Suifeng. Instead, they reported the situation to the Assassin Temple last night, asking them to investigate the matter thoroughly. Early this morning, Han Kyu came to Ying Suifeng.
Ying Suifeng's calm expression suddenly became a little strange. He said in a deep voice, "After last night's investigation, the matter has made some progress. It was indeed someone from the Assassin Temple who did it. For this, I apologize to the Knights Templars on behalf of the Temple. "
As he spoke, he slowly stood up, slightly bowed, and saluted Han Kyu.
When Han Kyu heard this, his eyes immediately widened. He had also been a soldier all his life. Who knew how many times he had risked his life in battles with Demons. A biting cold bloody aura suddenly gushed out from his body.
"Suifeng, was it really someone from the Assassin Temple who did it?" At this time, Han Kyu became calm. The way he addressed Ying Suifeng also changed, but his expression was even more unsightly.
He and Ying Suifeng had a very good personal relationship. As early as sixty years ago, they were comrades who had fought side by side. They belonged to the same Monster Hunters. Until thirty years ago, when the two of them gradually became respected in their respective Temple and gradually grew older, the Monster Hunters they were in disbanded. They began to manage the affairs of the Temple separately.
Now that Ying Suifeng actually admitted it, how could he not be anxious? This kind of internal conflict that escalated to the point of heavily injuring an important person in the opponent's Temple was a big taboo in the Alliance. If it was not handled well, it would cause internal disorder, which would affect the prestige and harmony of the Temple League.
Ying Suifeng sighed softly and said, "Since it was done by us, how can I not admit it? Don't be anxious. Let me say it clearly. The matter is like this. This matter actually started because of your Knights Templars. Let me ask you, did that injured Yang Wenzhao injure another Knight in yesterday's match? As a result, the other party was heavily injured. "
Hearing him say this, Han Kyu's thoughts immediately went astray. His expression changed greatly. "You're saying that Long Haochen hired assassins to kill people and paid off your Assassin Temple?"
If that was really the case, then it would be even more serious. There was no doubt that for the current Knights Templars, Yang Wenzhao was the most outstanding existence of the younger generation. But in Han Kyu's heart, he valued Long Haochen more. Although Long Haochen had lost in the competition yesterday, the talent and strength he had displayed had once again greatly shocked the Paladin Chief. The more he thought about it, the more he realized that this child was a genius destroyer. Any genius would fall for the light he emitted.
Moreover, he had arranged for his grandson, Han Yu, to be by Long Haochen's side as Long Haochen's retainer Knight. If it really was Long Haochen who hired assassins to deal with Yang Wenzhao. Then, even he wouldn't be able to protect Long Haochen. With such a sinister nature, he would definitely be severely punished.
Thinking of this, how could Han Kyu not turn pale with fright?
This time, it was Ying Suifeng's turn to frown. "Just who is this Long Haochen? How can he attract so much attention? Brother Han, you also seem to see him in a different light. "
Han Kyu snorted and said somewhat impatiently, "Don't worry about this for now. Hurry up and tell me, is it Long Haochen who hired assassins?" Long Haochen could be said to be the secret weapon of the Knights Templars. His age, in particular, had already been classified as a top secret. Although he had a good relationship with Ying Suifeng, for the sake of the Knights Templars's position in the Six Great Temples, he wouldn't easily say it.
Ying Suifeng shook his head and said, "Of course not. How could a fainted little guy hire assassins? It's like this. This Long Haochen has a good relationship with a member of our Temple. After the member of our Temple found out that he was injured, she flew into a rage and attacked Yang Wenzhao on her own. However, she was merciful and didn't really kill him. "
When Han Kyu heard that it wasn't Long Haochen who hired assassins, he immediately heaved a sigh of relief. But when he heard Ying Suifeng play it down, he was angry in his heart. "You make it sound so easy. Do you know who Yang Wenzhao is? He's Elder Yang's grandson. Let's not talk about his importance to us Knights Templars. Just this identity alone, who will explain it to Elder Yang? "
Ying Suifeng sighed lightly and said, "We've already found out about his identity in the process of investigating. However, since it's already happened, it must be resolved. After all, his spiritual stove isn't damaged. Although his injury isn't light, with your Knights Templars's healing ability, you should be able to heal him in a short period of time and won't leave any sequelae. If it really can't be done, we're willing to invite a Priest of the Temple of the Priests with the rank of a cardinal or above to treat him. Then, we'll compensate your Knights Templars with some things. What do you think? "
Han Kyu was very smart. From Ying Suifeng's words, he already understood a lot of things. His expression changed as he said, "So you're saying that you don't plan to hand over this assassin? You don't even plan to deal with him? "
Ying Suifeng nodded silently. "Old Han, I'm sorry. I'm really sorry about this."
Han Kyu suddenly stood up in anger and slammed the table once again. "Ying Suifeng, is this the explanation you're giving us? Do you know what kind of consequences this will cause? "
Ying Suifeng sighed and said, "I know, but I have no choice. Not to mention me, even if it's Lord Hero, he still won't deal with this person. "
Han Kyu snorted coldly. "He has a very strong background, doesn't he? But, don't forget who he hurt. If we ask the Alliance to enforce the law, he won't be able to escape either. I advise you that it's better for our two Temples to settle this privately. "
Ying Suifeng's eyes flashed with a trace of light. He sighed in his heart. This little girl really makes people worry! It seems that the Knights Templars won't let this go. That's true. If it was that girl who was seriously injured, we would have done the same. We're in the wrong!
"Brother Han, don't be angry. How about this? I know this matter is very difficult for you. I've asked Lord Hero. In order to show our sincerity in apologizing, we're willing to pass on a secret of our Temple to your Temple. However, there's a condition. "
"Secret?" Han Kyu was stunned.
Ying Suifeng nodded and said, "I believe that as long as you know this secret, you won't blame us for not dealing with this person. However, I need Brother Han to swear that after you know this secret, you'll only tell the few Lord God Seals of your Temple. The others must keep their mouths shut. If it weren't for the fact that our two sides have been friends for thousands of years, we wouldn't easily say this matter. "
Han Kyu's face froze. From Ying Suifeng's solemn tone, he could tell that this secret must be extremely important to the Assassin Temple.
"Okay, I promise you. Say it. "Although he didn't really swear, this promise was more effective than any oath. Among the Six Great Temple, the Knight had the strictest self-restraint. Once there was a breach of trust, no matter who it was, they would no longer be able to stand.
Ying Suifeng nodded silently and said, "No matter which side of the Six Great Temple it is, the most important factor to measure a professional's future development potential is the innate internal spiritual energy. Every Temple has different explanations for different levels of talent. For example, you Knights Templars, an innate internal spiritual energy of 70 is called the Angel of Light Constitution, and an innate internal spiritual energy of 80 is called the Divine Protection Constitution, right? "
Han Kyu vaguely understood something and sucked in a breath of cold air. "You're saying that the person who injured Yang Wenzhao has an innate internal spiritual energy of more than 70, and she's not old?" He judged that the person was not old. From Yang Wenzhao's description of the fight with the opponent, the opponent's cultivation base shouldn't be higher than rank six.
Ying Suifeng smiled bitterly and said, "If it's just like that, with the relationship between our two Temple, we'll have to give her some punishment. However, she's the only Reincarnated Body with an innate internal spiritual energy of more than 90 in our Assassin Temple's three thousand years! It's equivalent to the Son of Light Constitution of your Knights Templars. This girl's importance to our Assassin Temple is even more important than the Throne of God to your Knights Templars. You can't have forgotten that three thousand years ago, our Assassin Temple once had such a powerful person. That Son of Reincarnation used his powerful strength and talent to successfully kill seven of the seventy-two Demonic God Pillars of the Demons. Although he lost to the First Demonic God in the end, he was seriously injured and couldn't get up for thirty years. That Son of Reincarnation's innate internal spiritual energy is 91. Our current one, because she inherited the weapon of that Son of Reincarnation, has an innate internal spiritual energy of 93 to 100, which is the legendary full value. It might even be another title. This newly born Reincarnation Saintess is an existence that will challenge the First Demonic God Pillar in the future! Compared to Yang Wenzhao in your Temple, which one is more important? "
Han Kyu's eyes were wide open, and he stuttered, "Innate internal spiritual energy, 100 … You, you're telling the truth? This, this … "
Ying Suifeng smiled bitterly. "Why would I lie to you about this? This is the biggest secret of our Assassin Temple. To the powerful people in our Temple, such a saintess is definitely something that we're afraid of melting in our mouths and falling in our hands. Moreover, she started cultivating at the age of five, and it's been nine years since then. Her powerful talent is undoubtedly evident. Not only did she master the Thousand Strike Spiritual Stove, but she also really fused with the weapon of that Son of Reincarnation, and opened the Six Paths of Reincarnation, the number one spiritual stove that our Assassin Temple can absorb. You should know the power of the Six Paths of Reincarnation. So, it's not that we don't want to give you an explanation, it's just that … "
Han Kyu looked at him in a daze. After a while, he smiled bitterly and said, "I understand."
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