A little bit of licking

"How does it feel to be here?"

In Jingzhe Tower, Jiang Beiran, who saw Mi Wanwen, asked.

"Very good." Mi Wanwen's eyes shone a little as she spoke, "I feel more comfortable here than the Thousand Machines Palace."

Originally, Mi Wanwen thought that there would never be a place on this continent that was more suitable for her than the Thousand Machines Palace, but she never expected that Jiang Beiran would create such a paradise for Xuan Art masters in less than a month.

Every ninth-grade master here has the heart of an apprentice, appreciating the beauty of the collision of various mysterious arts as if he had just stepped into this field.

This is how Mi Wanwen imagined Thousand Machines Palace, no, this is what all Xuan Art masters should look like.

But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't change those old-fashioned ideas. Even if there was a fact like Fei Mansion, they only thought it was a miracle that happened by chance and could not be replicated.

Originally, Mi Wanwen thought that all the Xuan Art Masters on this continent were corrupt.

They cannot accept anything new, nor can they accept anything they cannot do.

But now she realizes that it is not that these masters are corrupt, but that she was too weak to convince everyone with her strength.

Now Jiang Beiran has emerged from the sky, washing away the knowledge of all the masters with a crushing attitude, making everyone understand how powerful a person will be when he reaches the pinnacle of all mystical arts.

This is something Mi Wanwen cannot do. Although she appreciates the beauty of the collision between various mysterious arts, the only mysterious art she has reached the ninth level is the mechanism technique.

This is simply counterproductive to the other masters who pay attention to her.

The more clearly they realize Mi Wanwen's intelligence, the more they feel that practicing multiple mystical arts at the same time is a waste of time.

Because even if someone as talented as Mi Wanwen failed to accomplish this in the end, it would be even more impossible for others.

The most terrifying thing for people is to put shackles on themselves.

When a person thinks that this thing is impossible, then an invisible shackles will imprison them forever.

People must first dare to think before they can create miracles one after another.

If everyone thought that it was impossible for a big piece of iron to fly into the sky, then the airplane would never have been born.

But the world is so magical. Every once in a while, a person with amazing talent is born, leading others to create a new era, making everything impossible possible.

At this moment, Mi Wanwen was in serious trouble, and Jiang Beiran was the one who opened the shackles.

He will lead all mystical artists to the next new era and create more miracles.

Thinking of this, Mi Wanwen's eyes looked at Jiang Beiran with even more ardor, but this ardor contained more of admiration, admiration, and fanaticism!

The person in front of her is the miracle she has been waiting for!

A great miracle!

"I think the Suihan formation in Dou Zhuan Xingpao still has some flaws, what do you think?"

Hearing Jiang Beiran's question, Mi Wanwen shuddered suddenly and returned to reality from her fanatical imagination.

"I think this is a perfect choice. This formation can perfectly echo the through-arm pattern and achieve the best effect."

"No, I don't think it's the best, if..."

Just when Jiang Beiran was about to take out a pen and paper to show it to Mi Wanwen, a ninth-grade Xuanwen master suddenly came to him and said: "Master Jiang, there is someone outside looking for you."

'Did you catch up so quickly?'

However, Jiang Beiran decided to make a show and said: "Master Sui, please tell him for me. I can't get away now."

The reason why he wanted to leave the meeting room was that he felt that there were many things that they could not say on the stage. It would actually be better to talk privately, and he could better understand what they were thinking.

As for why he wanted to put on a show, it was because Jiang Beiran wanted to let them understand that he was actually not that easy to talk to, otherwise it would be troublesome for everyone to play the favor card.

After hearing Jiang Beiran's answer, Suiming nodded and said, "Okay, I understand."

"Thank you."

After Suiming left, Jiang Beiran took out paper and pen and continued to say to Mi Wanwen: "Come on, let's continue."

…

Outside Jingzhe Tower, Mu Shengrong, who was told that Master Jiang could not escape now, was pacing back and forth.

When was the last time you were rejected?

Can't remember.

As the highest fighting force in the Ji Kingdom, Mu Shengrong had no choice but to bow down and worship him wherever he went. No matter where he went, he received the highest courtesy.

Can't get away from something?

No one has ever dared to use such a casual excuse to deal with him!

But after being rejected by Jiang Beiran, Mu Shengrong unexpectedly felt out of temper.

Maybe it's because he expected this before coming.

Maybe it's because everything Jiang Beiran is doing now is for Xuanlong Continent.

Maybe... maybe he already thought deep down in his heart that the current Jiang Beiran was superior to him.

This idea shocked Mu Shengrong himself.

Even though Zeng Guo was once recognized as the number one among the six countries, Mu Shengrong did not underestimate them at all, nor did he think that they were superior to him.

As long as you give him some more time, it won't be difficult to conquer the other five countries.

But at this moment, he actually thought that he was weaker than the young man.

And this is not only because of the decline of Ji State, but also because Jiang Beiran has done too many things beyond his imagination.

Others are strong within the scope of his cognition. As long as he finds the corresponding method, he can surpass them, but Jiang Beiran's strength is completely beyond his cognition.

He obviously has no cultivation, but he can command the heroes, and everyone is convinced by him.

This was a situation he had never seen before, and he felt a little dazed.

Looking in the direction of Jingzhe Tower, Mu Shengrong clenched his fists and sighed in his heart.

'Doesn't strength mean everything anymore?'

'No! Jiang Beiran also has power. Although this power is different from ours, it is more powerful!"

At this moment, Mu Shengrong no longer had any confusion in his heart. He knew that if Ji Guo wanted to survive this crisis, he had to rely on Jiang Beiran. For this reason, he had to let go of something, something that he originally valued very much.

By evening, Jiang Beiran felt that the time was almost up, and things like stage-showing should be done in moderation. If it was overdone, it would easily lead to enemies.

"Are you leaving?" Looking at Jiang Beiran who suddenly stood up, Mi Wanwen, who was immersed in the discussion, raised her head and asked.

"Well, let's go out and do something."

In the discussion with Mi Wanwen just now, Jiang Beiran came to understand more and more how smart the woman in front of him was. No matter how much she was taught, she knew how to do it once, and she could draw inferences every minute. In the end, Jiang Beiran felt that he had learned a lot.

I have to say that this kind of mutual growth discussion is indeed intoxicating. If it weren't for the few people waiting outside the door who were all top figures in Xuanlong Continent, Jiang Beiran might have stayed a little longer.

Compared to Jiang Beiran, Mi Wanwen was even more obsessed with this feeling.

The discussion just now, which was like a teacher and a friend, was the second time she felt so happy.

The first time she felt so happy was the first time she saw Jiang Beiran.

That's right, even the joy of the moment when Feifu was built cannot be compared with these two times.

In Mi Wanwen's reluctant eyes, Jiang Beiran quietly left Jingzhe Tower through the back door.

After all, several kings now want to talk to him in private. Jiang Beiran is a little worried that they will fight directly if he goes out directly through the main entrance.

Arriving in a secluded courtyard, Jiang Beiran took out several tokens from the Qiankun Ring.

"This piece belongs to Sect Master Mu. This piece... this piece seems to belong to Sect Master Lin. Hey... it should be marked."

I don’t know if it’s because the first magic weapon used to transmit sounds was tokens, so the “communication equipment” in the Six Kingdoms are almost all tokens, but the materials are different, some are made of purple gold, and some are made of jade.

Some are agate.

It feels like a different model of mobile phone.

And Jiang Beiran always received a special one-on-one voice transmission token after meeting those Xuansheng for the first time, just like he was given a mobile phone number.

It's just that Jiang Beiran received too many tokens that day and didn't organize them properly later, so now he can only distinguish them based on vague impressions.

Fortunately, Jiang Beiran had an amazing memory and dialed the first "number" correctly.

"Master Jiang, are you finished?"

Mu Shengrong's voice came out from the token made by Huang Jing.

As far as the current situation is concerned, the Lord of Ji Kingdom is definitely the most anxious to see him. After all, they have almost no chips in their hands now. Even if they force themselves onto the gambling table, they don't dare to place a bet at all.

So what they have to do now is to find more chips, and the one with the most chips on the entire gambling table is undoubtedly themselves.

"Yes, because the problem is serious, I just neglected Sect Master Mu, and I ask Sect Master Mu to forgive me."

"Master Jiang, what are you talking about? What you are doing now are all important things. I shouldn't bother you, but..." Speaking of this, Mu Shengrong sighed: "I really want to discuss something urgent with Master Jiang, so I just..."

I came here eagerly."

"Since Sect Master Mu has something to discuss, why don't we find a place to have a good chat."
To be continued...