Chapter 1642: No. 12!

Tianwu Tower, top floor.

In the simple and elegant room, the fragrance of tea is everywhere.

Three old men with white hair and rosy faces sat next to a precious wooden table.

The old man on his left was wearing a gray-white Confucian robe, boiled the divine water with unknown flames, and made tea with ancient and precious tea sets meticulously, with elegant manners and peaceful expressions.

The old man sitting opposite the old man with Confucian shirt was wearing a golden robe, and was obese, like a big belly, with an extremely luxurious wealthy businessman with a red face.

The old man sitting next to the old man with Confucian shirt was wearing a black outfit, giving people a sense of competence and seriousness.

No one would have thought that there would be three old men on the top floor of Tianwu Tower, who were having tea leisurely and comfortable.

"The tea made by Tianxin is indeed awesome!"

The old man in black picked up the teacup in front of him, took a sip, and sincerely admired him.

“That’s so delicious!”

The fat and bloated old man in a golden robe muttered and drank the tea in one go. Even the fine tea leaves were eaten whole, and he didn't forget to exclaim in the end.

"So wastes the resources!"

The old man in black couldn't stand it and glanced at the old man in golden robe with disgust.

"You are just a vassal and elegant. Do you really think your style is high?" The fat old man in gold robe was not willing to be outdone and glared at the old man in black.

"At least it's much better than a guy like you who smells like money." The old man in black looked contemptuous.

"Then go out and ask, which Taoist is there in the innate Taoist temple and doesn't like the magical power value?"

The fat old man in the golden robe didn't care, and finally said, "If you have the ability, you can make a pot of good tea like Tianxin? But you, a rude man who only knows how to fight and kill, probably won't be able to do it in your next life, right?"

"Tianbao, don't go too far..."

The old man in black slapped the table with an angry look on his face.

Obviously, the obese old man in the golden robe hit his weakness.

"Don't argue, the second pot of tea tastes better, drink it quickly!" The old man in Confucian shirt spoke and persuaded him to fight.

The old man in black and the fat man in gold robe each hummed to each other, and then drank tea.

This is how these three people get along.

After the old man in black and the fat man in gold robe met, he said three words and basically started attacking each other, and each had his own victory or defeat. During this period, the old man in Confucian shirt almost did not interrupt.

Only when the two of them are at odds with each other will they become peacemakers and use extremely high-quality tea to block their mouths.

Among them, the old man in Confucian robe is named Tianxin, the old man in black is Tianwu, and the old man in gold robe is called Tianbao.

The old man in Confucian shirt glanced at the old man in black and said lightly, "No. 12 is different this time than usual?"

The old man in black nodded and said, "That guy has always cherished his words like gold. He didn't expect that he would communicate with others. With his ability, it seems that he has discovered a good seedling."

The fat old man in the golden robe also became interested and said, "Why would you call No. 12 and ask?"

The old man in black looked at the fat old man in gold robe with a sneer on his face and said, "Do you think I can order No. 12?"

The fat old man in golden robe rarely did not refute, but said, "Tianwu, this place is still your territory at least. If someone rides on his head, can you bear it forever?"

The old man in black smiled coldly, "Put your little thoughts on sowing discord, and I will do my own job on the 12th."

The number 12 they mentioned refers to the Divine Armor Warrior who confronted Su Xing.

The old man in Confucian shirt looked down. His eyes were deep and distant, as if he could see through everything in the world. He stared at Su Xing, who was confronting the Divine Armor Warrior, and said, "This little guy is indeed different. No. 12 has extraordinary eyesight."

The old man in black looked a little serious and said, "The willpower is extraordinary, and his foundation is solid. Unlike the small flowers in the greenhouse, it may be possible that he can comprehend the fighting will."

Daozi, who clearly became Fengwu's blessed land, has gone through life and death hardships, but in the eyes of the old man in black, he is still just a flower in a greenhouse, and his vision is too high.

...

The first floor of Tianwu Tower.

Su Xing was defeated by the Divine Armor Warrior again.

He no longer remembers how many times it failed, but he didn't care.

Although his injuries were serious, his energy seemed particularly excited.

His perception of fighting will became stronger and stronger, but he was always separated by a barrier and could not be completely broken.

As the injury recovered, Su Xing stood up again.

He suddenly tore off a strip of cloth from his clothes, blindfolded his eyes, and then closed his soul, which was equivalent to turning himself into a blind man.

In this state, his body senses will be infinitely magnified.

The Divine Armor Warrior looked at Su Xing's actions, was stunned for a moment, and then nodded without a trace.

The fierce battle begins again!

The Divine Armor Warrior punches it out, simple and neat.

The fist stirred the space, as if the heaven and earth were roaring, and a surge of pressure instantly appeared in front of Su Xing.

At the same time, Su Xing's body moved horizontally toward the left side, passing by the fist.

Without using the Nine Changes of the Divine Cicada, his own speed is not enough to support him to avoid the attack of the Divine Armor Warrior in time, but he seemed to be able to predict the future. The moment the Divine Armor Warrior raised his hand, he judged the landing point of the opponent's attack, which was quite incredible.

The attack of the Divine Armor Warrior did not stop at all, and in an instant he punched several times one after another, and the attack continued.

However, Su Xing can always avoid it when he is unable to send it, as if thousands of arrows are coming at once, and it is difficult to hurt the slightest.

Before I knew it, half an hour passed.

Su Xing was no longer injured because no attack fell on him.

The Divine Armor Warrior stopped and did not speak. He just looked at Su Xing quietly. At this time, Su Xing seemed to be trapped in a wonderful artistic conception, forgetting both the things and the self.

Gradually, his aura became clear and unstable, sometimes reaching the snow-capped mountains, sometimes falling into the Nine Netherworld Abyss.

At some point, a strange sense of pressure suddenly emerged in his body, causing trembling sounds to sound around the world, and even the breath of the laws of the gods was pressed to the ground.

"He actually understood it."

A slight fluctuation flashed in the deep pupils of the Divine Armor Warrior. He, who was so familiar with the fighting will that he could not be familiar with it, naturally saw at a glance that Su Xing broke through the barrier and successfully entered the brand new palace of fighting will.

"Is this the will to fight?"

Su Xing murmured to himself, stretched out his right hand and squeezed it gently, and immediately felt a completely different aura of power surged from the surrounding world and gathered into his fist.

With the blessing of that power, his divine power became unprecedentedly condensed and active, as if he had been given a powerful shot of xingfènjì, which could exert more powerful lethality.
Chapter completed!