Chapter 212 Restart the Future!

Zhuo Yifan's Taoist robe of Zhan Zi was already broken, so Wang Baole tore off a large piece without using much force, revealing Zhuo Yifan's white and tender skin...

Under his waving, his voice was reverberating at the top of his throat. The airship whistling in the sky immediately realized that Wang Baole's round body was more beautiful than the waving clothes when viewed from the sky. is the most obvious.

Almost instantly, the airship approached, and there were seven or eight Taoist monks jumping down from it, and the person in the lead was the deputy sect of the Misty Taoist School, and the red robe followed his leap. , a coercion that surpassed the aura of the big tree spread shockingly at this moment.

Just feeling it a little bit, Wang Baole felt that it was difficult to breathe, and he felt uncontrollably oppressed, and behind the vice-zong, there was a middle-aged man.

This person was wearing a blue robe, his appearance was unremarkable, but his eyes seemed to contain lightning, and his whole body had an astonishing evil aura. At this moment, he was with the vice sect, and his aura was almost the same, obviously he was also a pill!

The appearance of these two people immediately caused the surrounding winds to surge, and waves of aura that belonged exclusively to the formation of alchemy permeated all directions. At this moment, following the arrival, there were three old men behind them. They are all foundations.

"Greetings to the deputy sect, and all the seniors!" Seeing the crowd, Wang Baole's heart was filled with kindness and excitement, and after gently putting down Zhao Yameng, he stood still and bowed deeply with his fists in his hands.

His clothes were torn and he looked embarrassed, while Zhuo Yifan and Zhao Yameng were even more unconscious. This scene fell into the eyes of the vice-zong and the middle-aged man in the blue shirt, and they were horrified.

Deputy Zong stepped in front of Wang Baole, grabbed his wrist, and immediately checked his injuries. With concern in his eyes, he also inquired about the whole incident in a low voice.

As for the middle-aged man in the blue shirt, he walked out in one step and pointed at the foreheads of Zhuo Yifan and Zhao Yameng respectively. Suddenly, their bodies trembled and they slowly opened their eyes.

"Great Elder!" Zhuo Yifan struggled to stand up to meet after seeing the middle man in blue shirt clearly, but he was gently pressed down by the middle man in blue shirt, and then he comforted Zhao Yameng before looking at Wang Baole.

"...It's a big tree, it's a great foundation building...it has the power to transform sound transmission and seal..." Wang Baole quickly opened his mouth, telling the process of the three of them going through this matter, even more so. Out of the direction of the opponent's escape.

At the same time, I also heard Zhuo Yifan's words, and knew the identity of the middle-aged man in the blue shirt, he was the Great Elder of Zhanwu Pavilion!

"Trees mutate and become ferocious beasts. This has never happened before in the Federation. I want to see if this monster has the guts to harm my Misty Taoist disciple!" Hearing Wang Baole's words, the middle-aged man in the blue shirt felt ordinary. His face gradually became serious, and his evil spirit was about to erupt. Obviously, his heart was full of anger. After listening to this moment, he nodded towards Wang Baole, his eyes showing appreciation, and whispered a few words to the deputy sect. After that, he shook his body and followed the direction Wang Baole pointed to , gone in an instant.

His speed was too fast, but it seemed that it wasn't enough. He took out a large black banner, curled up his body, and exploded at a speed much faster than before.

Seeing the middle-aged man in the blue shirt chase after him, Wang Baole cheered up, and Zhuo Yifan did the same. Even Zhao Yameng, who had always been calm, was obviously relieved now that he was weak.

"What method did you use to make this big tree escape?" After reassuring the three of them, the vice-zong asked curiously.

As soon as his words came out, Zhuo Yifan bowed his head, Zhao Yameng was silent, Wang Baole blinked and coughed dryly.

"Maybe it was scared away by me. I told it that the seniors from our Taoist academy are here. If you don't run away, it will die, so... it escaped."

Hearing these words and seeing the expressions of the three people, the vice-zong smiled dumbly, and pointed at the three of them.

"You guys know nonsense. You guys seem to have secrets. Anyway, the Spiritual Age has just opened, and there are countless opportunities. It's your luck to get it. When you want to talk, tell the Taoist school."

Wang Baole was a little embarrassed, scratched his head, and the vice-zong smiled again. When he looked at the three of them, with admiration in his eyes, he took out three pills from the storage bag on his body, and gave each of the three Wang Baole one. pieces.

The elixir was purple, sealed with amber, and there seemed to be smoke flowing inside it, and it looked very good. Although none of the three of them were disciples of Dan Dao Pavilion, they could tell that the elixir was amazingly effective.

"You don't need to worry about this matter, the Taoist Academy will decide for you, if you dare to hurt my Misty Taoist Academy disciples, no matter what the origin of this big tree is, we will destroy it and kill it!

And this matter, you have more credit, after you finish the assessment of the Federation Hundred Sons, you will accumulate rewards! "The deputy sect smiled slightly, turned around and explained a few words, and arranged for the foundation cultivators behind him to escort Wang Baole and the three to the federal capital.

"On your way, you can swallow this pill, restore your cultivation, and continue your journey after healing your injuries. I hope that you will become one of the Hundred Sons of the Federation when you come back!"

"Thank you Vice Sect!" Wang Baole suppressed his excitement, and hurriedly cupped his fists and bowed.

"You boy, this is a fortuitous encounter. You actually broke through in cultivation and escaped with them in your arms. Good job, don't be shy." The vice-zong pointed to Wang Bao.

Wang Baole was proud in his heart, secretly thinking that this deputy sect is really good at it, and his eyesight is also good, he knows what he is capable of. After all, the big tree was indeed scared away by him, and when he ran, he was very embarrassed, obviously looking like a shit.

So he patted his chest and spoke loudly.

"That's right, I'm a disciple of Misty Daoist Academy. I will never give up when things happen. I, Wang Baole, am a member of the Daoist Academy in life, and a ghost of the Daoist Academy in death!"

As soon as the words came out, the expressions of the other people were different. They felt that Wang Baole never forgot to express himself, but the words were very comfortable in the ears of the vice-zong. After a few words, people around were arranged to spread the search.

When the three of Wang Baole stepped into the airship of the monastery and were escorted by two Foundation Establishment monks to the federal capital, the three standing on the airship truly breathed a sigh of relief.

After looking at each other, they both saw each other's eyes, and seemed to have some differences in each other's eyes, especially when Zhuo Yifan and Zhao Yameng looked at Wang Baole, there was some strange and deeper kindness in their eyes.

They didn't ask about the fight and hole cards between Wang Baole and Dashu after they fell into a coma. This matter involved secrets, and Wang Baole didn't ask about the two people's previous moves in detail.

Compared with Zhuo Yifan's smile, Zhao Yameng's was already beautiful, but with such a smile at this moment, it was like a hundred flowers blooming, with a sense of peerlessness.

Wang Baole glanced, blinked, pointed at Zhao Yameng's face, and said.

"Zhao Yameng, there is something on your face."

"What's there?" Zhao Yameng was taken aback, and subconsciously raised her hand to touch her face, thinking it was covered with dirt.

"It's a bit pretty." Wang Baole coughed lightly, and said lightly.

As soon as his words came out, Zhuo Yifan on the side opened his eyes wide, and the two Foundation Establishment cultivators who escorted them, originally crossed their knees not far away, looked at them with a smile on their faces. There was a difference in expression, and one of them was even more thoughtful. When he looked at Wang Baole, it was like seeing a god-man.

As for Zhao Yameng, after being stunned for a moment, she couldn't help but smile coquettishly. It was Wang Baole's provocative words that caught off guard, making Zhao Yameng, who was always elegant and calm, also fall for it.

Seeing that his own words had such an effect, Wang Baole was proud of himself, secretly thinking that he could master these abilities at the age of six, and he had used them countless times since he was a child, so he waved his hand in a feeling of complacency.

"Okay, this matter is over, the next step is for us to go to the capital of the Federation, become the top 100 sons of the Federation!"

Zhuo Yifan and Zhao Yameng also showed anticipation in their eyes. Seeing the land below the Kelun Basin go away rapidly, they took a deep breath, talked a few more words, went back to their rooms, swallowed the elixir, and began to heal their injuries.

Although Wang Baole's injury was slightly mild, it would take a little longer to recover on his own, so he simply swallowed the purple elixir, and with the heat rising in his body, his injury quickly healed.

Especially the wounds on the body are slowly healing...

Time passed, and several hours later, when the airship slowly approached the area where the federal capital was located, the three of them finished their healing, refreshed, walked out of the room, stood on the deck, and looked at the increasingly majestic federal capital in the distance... !