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Chapter 1042 Am I a soft persimmon?

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    Yun Ling had a headache for a while. This guy's ability to cause trouble was really impressive. As soon as he arrived in the Central Region, he directly started to fight with the royal family of the Ming Dynasty.

    "You can do it for yourself!"

    Yun Ling sighed helplessly, "With your abnormal strength that can leapfrog challenges, in this middle realm where golden elixirs are everywhere and there are as many Nascent Souls as dogs, you still have the ability to protect yourself, but remember that the powerful people here are also very powerful.  There are many, don¡¯t offend others casually in the future.¡±

    "As for the royal family of the Ming Dynastywell, the Ming Dynasty has existed for a long time, and there are so many princes. I hope the one you offended is not a powerful prince."

    Zhao Dabao responded, did not continue the topic, and asked: "Now that we have arrived in the Central Territory, what are your plans next?"

    Yun Ling¡¯s previous body was destroyed, leaving only her soul to escape. Seeing how familiar she was with the Central Territory, even if she thought with her toes, she could guess that she must be inextricably linked to the Central Territory.

    "There are things I definitely have to do, but not now"

    Yun Ling said lightly, a cold light flashed between her eyes.

    Zhao Dabao couldn't tell the helplessness in her words.

    "Um!"

    Zhao Dabao nodded, "If you need anything, let me know at any time."

    After saying that, he let the two girls rest in the room, while he went downstairs again, ready to take a walk around Wujin City to see if he could encounter some opportunities.

    Walking on the vast streets, Zhao Dabao relied on his sensitive hearing to gradually become familiar with this city where ordinary people and monks coexisted.

    At this time, he suddenly found that there were fewer people on the street, which was a little strange.

    "Hey, hey, haven't you heard? The competition for worshiping the elders of the three major families has already begun."

    "Is it true?"

    "Of course it's true. Are you going to see it? If not, I'll go first."

    "Of course I have to join in the fun, just wait for me!"

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    The two golden elixir stage monks hurried away as they spoke.

    Hearing this, Zhao Dabao's heart moved, his curiosity was aroused, and he followed him leisurely.

    Soon, following the two golden elixir stage monks who walked nearly a hundred feet, Zhao Dabao came to an extremely wide square.

    There are two huge statues standing on the square, one is the golden eagle with its wings spread, and the other is the Xuanwu with a calm expression.  Both statues are several feet tall, majestic and exude an immortal aura.

    At this time, the square was crowded with people, ordinary people and monks were among them, and it was very lively.

    At the edge of the square, there is a ring that is dozens of feet long and wide. Directly behind the ring, people are sitting on rows of chairs.

    The aura emanating from their bodies almost made the air around them materialize. This kind of terrifying strength can only be possessed by strong men in the integration stage.

    Zhao Dabao found a place with relatively few people to stay.

    Not long after, an old man with a white beard walked out from behind the ring. His strength was at the peak of the gods.

    With such a level of cultivation, placed in the barren Southern Territory, it would be the overlord of one party, and no one would dare to touch its edge.

    But it¡¯s not enough in the Central Region.

    After the white-haired old man came on stage, his aura at the peak of his divine transformation was released, and the overwhelming pressure made everyone in the audience dare not make any louder noises. The environment that was noisy just now became silent in an instant, even if a pin dropped.  can be heard clearly.

    "Everyone, today is the day once a year when the three major families choose to worship their elders."

    The white-haired old man said slowly, "As long as you are outstanding enough, the doors of the three major families will be open to you and provide you with various training resources for free."

    As soon as these words came out, some monks who had been waiting for a long time were already gearing up, looking like they were eager to try.

    Zhao Dabao has now come to some understanding. This act of searching for worship elders among the vast number of casual cultivators is completely a relationship of mutual use. Their three major families provide cultivation resources well, but within the family, they need to use worship elders.  When the elder took action, he probably had no reason to refuse, right?

    This is similar to how Qianling Sect selected disciples back then. The only difference is that one is a disciple and has limited cultivation resources, while the other is worshiping an elder and may have more resources.

    However, since you can come and participate in the ceremony of worshiping the elders,The spiritual power of ?? was slashed in an instant, as if the vast void was being torn into pieces.

    "The power of chaos moves the heaven and the earth, killing, killing, killing!"

    The big sword in the strong man's hand showed his murderous intention. The killing intention soared into the sky, and the big sword in his hand turned into a huge sword shadow, directly facing the sword light.

    Boom!

    The swords collided, bursting out with overwhelming force. This force formed into bursts of strong wind, causing the faces of people outside the formation to hurt.

    Puff¡ª¡ª

    In the end, the beautiful man was defeated. He was rushed off the ring by the aftermath of the sword light, and the victory or defeat was decided.

    At this point, the handsome man¡¯s eyes were full of shock. Although he was unwilling to do so, he still did not dare to have an attack and quietly retreated.

    "Ha ha ha ha¡­¡­"

    The strong man held his big sword with one hand, and the look of high spirits on his face could be said to be extremely proud.

    At the same time, he was also looking at the monks holding numbers in their hands, and turned to Zhao Dabao.

    "No. 108, it's yours." The strong man seemed to be convinced of Zhao Dabao, with a hint of contempt in his eyes.

    Of course, you can¡¯t blame him for this. Zhao Dabao¡¯s superficial cultivation level is indeed in the middle stage of Nascent Soul. Aren¡¯t all persimmons picky?

    And Zhao Dabao is the soft persimmon in his eyes.

    Seeing this, Wang Chao patted Zhao Dabao on the shoulder with some concern, "Fellow Daoist Zhao, if you really can't win, just admit defeat and no one will laugh at you."

    Zhao Dabao certainly knew that Wang Chao had good intentions. With a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivation level, facing a person at the peak of the Nascent Soul, everyone had no chance of winning.

    Butam I a soft persimmon?

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