Looking at Cheng Hai's departure, the judge stood for a long time and remained silent.

The space behind him rippled, and Wuchen's figure walked in from the conference room. Seven or eight holes were poked on his body, and bubbles were tumbling in the charred wound, which was very painful.

"What do you think?"

The judge asked with his hands behind his back, without any concern.

"There is no evidence for nothing."

Wuchen's face was covered with red marks of festering, making him grin in pain.

"Aren't you?" The judge looked calm.

"Give me some time."

"You are going to China?"

"Yes, if I miss such a big thing, when will I get it to be officially reborn?" Wu Chen said with a grim smile.

"Didn't you hear what the witch said just now?"

"I heard it."

Wuchen smiled, his face full of confidence, "He can't kill me."

"Then let it go."

Judgment turned around calmly, and could not see his emotions.

Wuchen respectfully sent him away with a mysterious smile on his face.

...

Buzz.

A door was opened under the quiet bridge hole, awakening the homeless man sleeping at the bottom of the bridge. He rubbed his eyes and saw a man wearing a mask on his face and wearing a medieval robe.

“Huh?”

The homeless man looked at the disappearing portal in surprise, with a thick wall behind it. The strange man took off his coat and walked into the back of the pillar.

When he appeared again, his mask had disappeared and his clothes returned to normal.

"This...you..."

The homeless man pointed at him tremblingly, and the other party also extended a hand to him.

"It's all dreams, keep sleeping."

A ripple appeared in front of his eyes, and the homeless man felt dizzy in his eyes, and fell asleep.

"I have become much more proficient in dream control..."

Walking into the light again, Cheng Hai breathed a long sigh of relief.

He has passed the Apostles' Conference, but the new troubles are even worse.

Not to mention the incident of Blood Moon, the traces he left on the Internet were detected by the trial, so there would be a lot of trouble.

His own traces were hidden very well, but the video of Fan Jiang and Ji Youzhu's car was too large. If they checked it deeper, they would probably notice them.

Thinking of this, Cheng Hai dialed Fan Jiang's number.

The trial said that he would not come to the southern region, but he should send Wuchen. That guy was eager for quick success and would definitely not let go after he caught his tail. He didn't know if Fan Jiang, who is also A-level, could deal with it.

"Hello?"

"Are you okay?"

"Why do you ask that?"

"Didn't the owner of Rebirth Street do anything to you?"

"What can I do? I communicated for a few words and left."

"In-depth communication?" Cheng Hai smiled.

"If she heard your words, you wouldn't think of going downstairs and walking this month." Fan Jiang snorted coldly.

"Has I been beaten so badly?"

Cheng Hai suddenly wanted to laugh a little.

Last time, this guy was caught on the spot while scolding her an old woman.

miserable!

"Tell me if you have something to do, and I have something to do."

"The topic I asked you to help with last time may have something wrong."

“What’s the problem?”

"Oh, it's a long story." Cheng Hai sighed: "The ghost shadow is tying a large organization behind it, and someone may follow the traces to come to you. If..."

"How strong?"

Fan Jiang interrupted him.

"It's probably the level of a low-level judge, maybe it's higher." Cheng Hai replied.

Fan Jiang only answered two words in response.

"Kill randomly."

Cheng Hai: "…"

What else can he say besides being awesome?

"Anyway, if the other party comes to find you, just tell me, I can't keep this person either." Cheng Hai said again.

Fan Jiang helped him a lot. If he really couldn't deal with it, the S-level god would use it if he was demoted.

"knew."

Fan Jiang's tone was plain, as if he didn't take it to heart.

After ending the call in a complicated mood, Cheng Hai sent another message to Xu Qiufan.

"What are you going to do?" Xu Qiufan replied.

Since the last judge incident, their relationship has been very stalemate. After all, he is in a vain position, and Cheng Hai is so stupid that he will definitely not be able to accept it.

Fortunately, after explaining a few words, he agreed to the invitation to meet tomorrow afternoon.

Now the entire Hagihai will be in disaster, and it is no longer Cheng Hai’s own business. It is time for the Apostles Conference to showdown.

Walking under the noisy night, the traffic on the roadside is still busy.

Even though he looked down on this city countless times in the Dream of Thousand Cats, he was still extremely unfamiliar with everything around him.

"I don't know what this place will become in a while..."

Cheng Hai took a photo and posted it on WeChat Moments - note down what this city looks like.

After a while, a reply was received in the message reminder.

Cheng Yiyi: "When will you come back?"

"Now! What do you want to eat?"

After returning the message hurriedly, Cheng Hai accelerated his walking pace.

...

The next morning, Cheng Hai sat alone in the backyard of his study.

The breeze blew gently on his collar. His tightly closed eyes trembled slightly, and his breathing gradually became longer.

The eaves of the broken corner, the umbrellas for the girl's sunshade, the gray king who was fighting for food in the corner, the pictures around the study were reflected in his mind like slides, giving him a feeling of controlling the world.

"Barrely getting started."

Cheng Hai opened his eyes and felt very comfortable.

The technique left in Yan Chixia's memory is called "Xuanxin Taoist Art", which is a standard Taoist practice technique, and it is rumored to be from the Kunlun lineage in ancient times.

Unlike the cultivators of the previous generation, due to the breaking of the way of heaven, it is difficult for this generation of cultivators to use the spiritual energy of heaven as their own. They can only retreat to the second best, turn the spiritual energy into their own magic power, and communicate with the world to obtain magical powers when needed.

This kind of fighting method is called borrowing method.

Because he received the gift from the God of the Mountains and Forests, Cheng Hai was extremely sensitive to the outside world and combined with the analysis ability of the taboo eye, he was very skillful in practicing this method.

"It's a pity that it's just too late to get started."

Cheng Hai closed his eyes again and meditated intently.

As we all know, air is made up of a mixture of various gases such as nitrogen, oxygen, carbon dioxide and rare gases. Without the chemical level, the air contains spiritual energy, yin energy, which can only be perceived by spiritual sense.

What you need to do in cultivation is to divide the useful energy from other things, circulate the whole body to increase your own strength, and finally incorporate it into the Dantian storage.

According to the Taoist teachings, it takes about three months for ordinary people to enter the Tao and take about three years to complete foundation building. If they lack qualifications, the time will become longer.

Although Cheng Hai skipped the troublesome step of entering the Tao, due to the limitation of spiritual energy concentration, no matter how fast his cultivation speed is, it will take as long as one and a half years to complete the foundation building.

The foundation building is at most C-level according to the system, and it cannot play much role in apostle-level battles.

The requirements for not having sex are not high.

Because of the system, as long as he takes a steady step and gets a few free skills or divine submissions, his strength can grow rapidly.

Now I just hope that Blood Moon’s movements will not be too fast and give him more time to develop.
Chapter completed!