Comprehension Recovery Evolution

Chapter 197 Inauguration Ceremony
What caught my eye was the talisman on Zhao Anyi's table.

Put the unread talismans into the storage bag according to the classification, and stuff the talisman pens and other sundries into other storage bags. Thinking that there is nothing missing, Zhao An gritted his teeth, and he couldn't escape. go!

Zhao An stood beside the elder brother.

The eldest brother was expressionless, just smiling, holding a snow drinking knife on his shoulder, standing under the Tianzhu Tower, very conspicuous.

Zhao An also remained silent and made a pose. Since he wanted to make a pose, he had to be brighter. He held a Talisman King between his fingers and 32 Talisman Kings in his left hand. With a smirk on his lips, he turned sideways. The other side.

"Hey, those two people are interesting. Is there a new way to announce? It's so novel!" More and more monks gathered around, pointing.

"Brother Baldhead, Brother Magic Talisman?! Good! Brother, let's be Brother Frost Hammer!" Out of the corner of his eye, Zhao An saw the uncle. He was holding two huge Frost Hammers, squatting down, blocking Zhao An and Under the legs of the eldest brother, Frost hammer stretched out, his face was serious, and he stopped moving.

People rushed over one after another, each took out their housekeeping treasures, and added them one after another.

Gradually, Zhao An felt something was wrong.

There are at least 80 people around me, what's the situation?Isn't there only less than 20 people at most?
"Brave-headed brother——! We have been notified, and everyone is here—the big gathering in the Red Sleeve City—! The row behind is our monk hall, don't grab it——!"

After a loud shout, out of the corner of his eye, Zhao An saw Ouyang Xun holding a fine steel spear and leading at least [-] monks, rushing towards the Tianzhu Tower.

No, it's just a small rendezvous. Why does it seem to attract all the players in the city?
One by one, the monks, with their own housekeeping treasures, appeared from all over the city, gathered under the Tianzhu Tower from the Gongde Road, and surrounded the most central big brother, forming a ceremony hall of nearly 2000 people!
"Falling flowers are piled up, the world of mortals is disturbing, the past day will be farewell, like three autumns, Daoist Dragon Slayer, is he safe now?" The flowers fell from the sky, Yao Zimo slowly pushed the crowd away, one body behind elder brother and Zhao An, and fell Going down, a folding fan covered her beautiful face, her beautiful eyes were slightly closed, and her pupils were also fixed.

Following the sudden joining of the strongest member of the young generation of Red Sleeve City, the monks around were in an uproar!Someone even questioned: "Yao Zimo, are you going to set up a new ranking? Could it be that the three rankings of Hongxiu City Spirit Ring, Heaven, Earth and People are not as meaningful as the aggregation of the highest foundation building level?"

"Hee hee." Yao Zimo chuckled and said quietly, "This is just the establishment ceremony of my 'Tianjiao Association', so there is no need to make a fuss."

After receiving an affirmative answer, the monks on all sides gradually dispersed and formed a larger circle, silently waiting for the "ceremony" to be completed.

"Hey, Daoist Dragon Slayer, how long do we have to wait?" After another half an hour, Yao Zimo was a little strange and spoke out.

The other monks outside were startled. Hearing what Yao Zimo said, the No. 1 youth generation in Hongxiu City——is not the head of the "Tianjiao Association"?
Who is the Taoist Dragon Slayer?

"I'm not convinced——! Daoist Dragon Slayer, how dare you come out and fight!" A handsome young man with a three-foot green spear on his back walked into the circle and shouted coldly.

When the elder brother moved slightly, Zhao An's eyes flickered. He was already standing in the field, smiling slightly, holding the snow knife in one hand: "If you want to fight, then fight!"

"Drink!" The young handsome man suddenly drew his sword, like a sharp arrow, like a flash of lightning!
"Ding!"

The elder brother's figure appeared behind him, and said lightly, "Condemn!"

The young handsome man's sword fell from mid-air and penetrated deep into the ground to the hilt!
The young handsome man glanced at the sword in a daze, his expression was slumped, and he left without looking back.

"Spirit ring cultivator ranks 320 and seven, Ximen wins, Qi refining level [-], come to fight!" A monk with white hair and childlike face stepped into the circle, and cupped his hands: "Let's start!"

"Please!" The eldest brother smiled slightly.

"Chi Chi Chi Chi!" In just a split second, the monk's finger clicked countless times.

The elder brother's figure transformed into countless afterimages, and he gradually approached the monk, and he said relaxedly: "Yao Cheng, the people behind are entrusted to you!"

"Pfft!" Uncle Frost Hammer, who stood in the front, was the first to spray out a mouthful of blood!And more finger-wind attacks came from behind!

Brother, how can this be stopped!It's dense!

Zhao An bit the bullet, used the results of his practice these days, and his spirit was extremely subtle. Looking at the trajectory of the attacking finger wind, he shook his hand to catch the move!
"Pengpengpeng!" Smoke filled the air!
"Boom!" White light blue!
After countless collision sounds, Zhao An let out a deep breath, luckily, he basically blocked them all!
Shaking his hand, he played out a King Talisman to heal the players in front of him, and Zhao An took out another top-ranked Talisman between them, and continued to put on a show.

"Brother Divine Talisman! Will the Talisman King sell it or not!" A voice called out.

Zhao An continued to put on a show in silence, the only 32 photos that can be displayed, if you want to take it, take it, if you want to buy it, of course it will be gone.These 32 cards were originally prepared for the three-in-one.

The elder brother smiled and raised his hand, put the Xueyin knife on the monk's neck, and said, "Give it up!"

The monk's face turned pale, his lips trembled, and he suddenly aged more than half, and said dejectedly: "You are the one! I am not as good as you! This spiritual ring monk doesn't matter!"

"Huh?" The eldest brother grabbed his shoulder and said seriously: "You are not old, Qi refining monks have so many lifespans, and your lifespans are not lost, what are you talking about? The biggest enemy of a monk is himself!"

The monk was stunned, tearing up, bowed and said: "Please accept me as a disciple!"

"Go and stand, our 'Tianjiao Club' also has an outer door, come on." The eldest brother smiled, helped him up, and sent him to a position outside to stand, then walked to the middle of the field, standing against the knife, with a solemn expression. He shouted loudly: "I would like to invite Lord Linlang from Linlang Jiugong Pavilion!"

Fan Tong?He probably is still seeing a psychiatrist. If he didn't come, he probably hasn't been "cured".

For this unlucky boy, Zhao An felt infinitely sorry, but he couldn't tell him.

The eldest brother yelled three times in a row, each louder than the last. After the last roar, the voices of the eldest brother were all over the world, and even the eldest brother half-kneeled on the ground panting.

After his voice fell, the whole world was still rumbling and shaking!
In less than ten seconds, a big man in a silver crown and black robe rushed into the circle.

"Who was yelling just now?" The big man in the silver crown and black robe stared, looking around for a while, ignoring the big brother who came to rest and gradually raised his hand to resist the knife.

Whoosh whoosh!
Another three figures in black robes and silver crowns fell down, these three were much better, and they saw the eldest brother at a glance.

"brush!"

The three formed an angle, sandwiched the eldest brother in the middle, looked at each other, and smiled at the same time: "How about each according to his ability?"

"The first roar, cover the second ring." A voice accompanied by a figure slowly appeared in the field, but it was a familiar face.

Holding a wine gourd, sloppy with messy hair, tall and straight, with misty eyes, he is the eighth pavilion master, Chu Ge!
He continued: "Second roar, cover the four rings!"

Following his words, dozens of monks in black robes and silver crowns appeared together!
Then Chu Ge, the master of the eighth pavilion, uttered the last sentence: "The third roar, the sound spreads to three cities! It covers two hundred miles! This son should be the top of the land list!"

Hearing the last sentence, nearly a hundred silver-crowned monks immediately surrounded the eldest brother!
(End of this chapter)