Chapter 211

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

Under his waving, his voice echoed loudly. The airship roaring from the sky immediately realized that it was from the sky that Wang Baole's round body was the most obvious compared with his waving clothes.

Almost instantly, the airship was approaching, and there were seven or eight Taoist monks directly from it, jumping down rapidly. The person who was the first was the Deputy Pope of the ethereal Taoist temple. The red robe was lifted down with his leap, and a force beyond the breath of the tree spread at this moment.

After just a little feeling, Wang Baole felt dyspnea, and his mind was uncontrollably depressed. Behind the vice Pope, there was a middle-aged man.

This person is dressed in a blue robe and looks ugly, but his eyes seem to contain lightning. There is an amazing evil spirit on his whole body. At the moment, he is almost the same as the vice Pope in momentum, and obviously he is also jiedan!

The appearance of these two people immediately made the wind and clouds surge around. Waves of the breath of jiedan alone filled all directions. At the moment, as it came, there were three old people behind them. These three people's cultivation surged, surpassed the true breath, and were all building foundations.

"See the vice Pope, see your predecessors!" Seeing the crowd, Wang Baole immediately felt cordial and excited. After gently putting down Zhao Yameng, he stood still and hugged his fist and bowed deeply.

His clothes were broken and he looked embarrassed, while Zhuo Yifan and Zhao Yameng were in a coma. This scene fell in the eyes of the vice Pope and the middle-aged man in blue shirt, which was very shocking.

The Deputy Pope stepped in front of Wang Baole, grabbed his wrist and immediately checked his injury. With concern in his eyes, he was also whispering about the whole incident.

As for the middle-aged man in blue shirt, he also walked out in one step and gave directions on the foreheads of Zhuo Yifan and Zhao Yameng respectively. Immediately, their bodies trembled and slowly opened their eyes.

"Elder!" After seeing the middle-aged Lan Shan, Zhuo Yifan struggled to get up and pay a visit, but he was gently pressed by the middle-aged Lan Shan, and then comforted Zhao Yameng. Then he looked at Wang Baole.

"... it's a big tree, and its foundation is perfectly built... It has the power to transmit sound and seal..." Wang Baole quickly opened his mouth, told the three of them the process of going through this, and told them quickly, which is the direction of the other party's escape.

At the same time, I also heard Zhuo Yifan's words and knew that the middle-aged man in Lan Shan was the elder of Zhanwu Pavilion!

"The trees have mutated and become fierce beasts, which is unprecedented in the Federation. I'll go and see if this monster is also the courage of elm bumps to harm my ethereal Taoist school disciples!" Lan Shan middle-aged listened to Wang Baole's words. His ordinary face became more and more serious, and his evil spirit was about to explode. It was obvious that his inner anger was filled with anger. At this moment, after listening to Wang Baole, he nodded to Wang Baole, with appreciation in his eyes, and whispered a few words with the vice Pope. Then his body shook, and he instantly left in the direction Wang Baole pointed out.

He was too fast, but it seemed that it was not enough. He took out a black flag and rolled up his body. The explosion of speed was much faster than before. When he galloped away, his spiritual consciousness spread, swept all directions, searched and pursued.

Seeing Lan Shan's middle-aged pursuit, Wang Baole was also excited. Zhuo Yifan was the same. Even Zhao Yameng, who had always been calm, was obviously relieved at the moment when he was weak.

"What method did you use to make this big tree escape?" Comforted the three people again, and the Deputy Pope asked curiously.

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

"Maybe I scared him away. I told him that our Taoist elders came. If he didn't run, he would be dead, so... He escaped."

Hearing this sentence, he saw the expressions of the three people again. The vice Pope smiled dumbly and raised his fingers to point to the three people.

"You know nonsense, you guys, it seems that you all have secrets. Anyway, at the beginning of the spiritual age, there are countless opportunities. It's also your luck to get it. When you want to say it, tell the Taoist school again."

Wang Baole was a little embarrassed, scratched his head, and the vice Pope smiled again. When he looked at the three people, he took out three pills from his storage bag and gave Wang Baole one for each of them.

The pill is purple and sealed by amber. It seems that there is smoke flowing in it. It looks very good. Although none of them are disciples of the Dantao Pavilion, they can also see that the pill has amazing efficacy.

"Don't worry about this. The Taoist academy will decide for you. Dare to hurt my ethereal disciples. No matter what the origin of this big tree is, we will kill it!

And you can take more credit for this. After you finish the federal 100 child examination, you will accumulate rewards! " The vice Pope smiled, turned back and explained a few words, and arranged the friar Zhuji behind him to escort Wang Baole and the three to the federal capital.

"On your way, you can swallow this pill, recover your cultivation, and continue your journey after treating your injury. I expect you to become one of the 100 sons of the Federation when you come back!"

"Thank you, vice pope!" Wangbaole pressed down his heart and cheered up. He quickly hugged his fist and bowed down.

"Your boy, this is an adventure. He broke through his cultivation and escaped with them. Good job, no advice." Vice Pope pointed to Wang Bao.

Wang Baole was proud in his heart, and secretly said that this sect was really good, and his eyesight was also strong. He knew his ability. After all, the big tree was really scared away by himself, and he was very embarrassed when he ran, which was obvious.

So he patted his chest and spoke loudly.

"That's, I'm a disciple of the ethereal Taoist school. I will never counselle when I encounter something. I, Wang Baole, am a Taoist school man and a Taoist school ghost when I die!"

As soon as the words came out, other people looked different and felt that Wang Baole didn't forget to show himself all the time, but this word was very comfortable in the ears of deputy Zong. He laughed, and the more he saw Wang Baole, the more pleasing it was to his eyes, and he talked a few words. Then he arranged the people around him to spread the search.

When the three of Wang Baole stepped into the airship of the Taoist temple and headed for the federal capital under the escort of two foundation builders, the three of them standing on the airship were truly relieved.

After looking at each other, they all saw that their eyes seemed to be different from each other, especially when Zhuo Yifan and Zhao Yameng looked at Wang Baole, their eyes also had some strange and deeper cordiality.

They didn't ask about the fight and cards between wangbaole and Dashu after the coma. It was a secret, and wangbaole didn't ask about their previous moves. The three tacitly smiled at each other.

Compared with Zhuo Yifan's smile, Zhao Yameng's smile is already beautiful. At this moment, such a smile is like flowers in full bloom, with a sense of peerless.

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

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

"What is it?" Zhao Yameng was stunned, subconsciously raised her hand and touched her face, thinking it was stained with soil.

"A little beautiful." Wangbaole coughed and opened his mouth lightly.

As soon as his words came out, Zhuo Yifan on the side directly widened his eyes, and the two foundation building monks who escorted them originally crossed their knees not far away and looked at them with a smile. At this moment, after hearing this, they immediately looked different, and one of them was thoughtful. When they looked at Wang Baole, it was like seeing a god man.

As for Zhao Yameng, after being stunned for a while, he immediately couldn't help laughing. It was really Wang Baole's provocative words. Being caught off guard, Zhao Yameng, who has always been elegant and calm, was also attacked.

Seeing that his words had such an effect, Wang Baole was proud and secretly said that he could use these skills at the age of six. He didn't know how many times he used them from childhood to childhood, so he was a little floating and waved his hand.

"Well, this matter is over. Next, let's go to the federal capital and become one hundred sons of the Federation!"

Zhuo Yifan and Zhao Yameng also showed expectation in their eyes. Looking at the rapid disappearance of the earth below the Kelun basin, they took a deep breath, talked a few words, and went back to their rooms, swallowed the pills and began to heal.

Although Wang Baole's injury was slightly mild, it would take a little longer to recover by himself. He simply swallowed the purple pill. With the rising heat in his body, his injury healed rapidly.

Especially the wounds on the body are healing slowly

As time passed, a few hours later, when the airship slowly approached the scope of the federal capital, the three ended their healing. Full of energy, they walked out of the room, stood on the deck, and looked more and more majestic in the distance... Federal capital!