My Doomsday Territory Chapter 606
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Chapter 606: 606
There were not many people in the 13th inning, but they were all giants .
Yuan Hu is one of them .
The one with the highest status is not the awakened person, but a middle-aged person who stands high in the center of Anxia .
Although Tang Yu did not know .
As a vocal person, when you want to keep mystery, you have to keep it . . . Master Tang just showed his face, and everything was “full power” to Shanggong Ling .
And he . . . stayed on the third floor of the villa and listened with mental energy . Occasionally, when he went to the palace bell, there was something unclear, and he needed “hidden guidance . “
It’s not easy to be a teacher!
Tang · The Most Powerful Master · Yu Ru is a sense .
Shang Gongling faced a few big men, who was somewhat restrained at first, but quickly adjusted .
On the one hand, she hugged her diamond thighs, and only two days later, she practiced until the triple awakening . Looking at Yuan Hu and other masters of awakening, she would also feel “mediocre” .
on the other hand,
Tang Yu didn’t expect that he didn’t seem to be very reliable . He was still carrying the innocent dream of “Xing Xia Yi Yi”, and was able to handle things with ease .
Maybe that’s what it sounds like .
Shang Gongling is not an ordinary rich man . She has accidentally mentioned that her fault is not her own awakening and she has successfully worshipped a teacher . Once she graduates from college and cannot realize her dream, then . . . she can only go back to inherit 100 billion family properties .
That kind of life is not what she wants!
After hearing that, Tang Yu was not at all p and said that it would be appropriate to hand over the task of reviving Xianmen to Shanggong Ling .
. . .
The party that Anxia Guo sent to exchange was mainly from sideways and listening to the news, but after more than an hour, they did not get the real valuable news about the “Xianmen” from the bell of the palace .
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Where does Xianmen come from?
How many experts are there in the martial arts?
How many years have it passed down?
It is still a mystery-the year said by Uemiya Bell, they are not very convinced .
There are indeed some ancient ancestral gates and mysterious organizations in Anxia and even the entire sky blue star . However, for several major countries, the so-called gates and organizations are not eye-catching .
Some of the larger forces have recorded them .
However, looking through the dossier, there is no clue about “Xianmen”, as if jumping out of thin air .
Anxia’s official did not know that Xianmen really jumped out, but it became more daunting .
Even when she was young at the palace bell, they were not able to utter valuable words from her mouth, and had to feel the waves of the Yangtze River . The fact is that the palace bell is not clear . Nothing, what can you put out?
“Xianmen is too mysterious . Except for the strong surname Tang and the bell on the palace, we don’t know what other masters are . Will it be wrong for them to agree?”
After leaving the villa, someone returned with a dignified look .
“Because of this, we have to agree, and we also need the help of the Xianmen Strong . ” Even if we have agreed, the strength of the propaganda will not be ours .
Moreover, only a few people know about the awakened people, and Xianmen is just an ‘ordinary martial art’, how much attention can it cause? “
He paused, “Xianmen wants to be stationed, and we should even support this, so that the mysterious Xianmen can be placed on the bright side . They want to accept apprentices, and we can also send people in to find out The bottom of the door . . . Maybe there is a way for the awakening to actively break through . “
. . .
The next day, the weather was fine .
Tang Yu and Shanggong Ling drove to a place more than 200 kilometers away from Anhu .
Kun without mountains .
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One of the hills, together with the surrounding large area, was sold to the “Xianmen” at a very low price . The money was naturally given by the little rich woman to the palace bell . How could his great lord Tang care about the secular money .
Kun Wushan is a remote place . After the vehicle stopped in the last village, the two walked for more than ten kilometers before they reached their destination .
“It’s very nice to be close to the mountains and the water, and the source gas concentration is much higher than the urban area . “
It is a geomantic treasure .
“But the master, this place is too biased and there is no road . The construction team is very difficult to come in, and it is impossible to build the prototype of Xianmen in a short time . “
Tang Yu laughed and said nothing .
Stepped up and walked around Kun Wushan for a long time, and finally selected the best address to build a sub-territory .
“The next time is to witness the miracle . “
“Come on!”
The surging source of power in the body rushed to the palm of the hand, Tang Yu reached out and grabbed, aiming at the mountain not far away .
The light red source of brilliance spurted out, like a thin blade, silent and restless, on the lush mountains, a platform of a few square kilometers in size was cut out .
It looks like the mountain is bald .
“Get up . “
With his palms facing upwards, energy value and source crystal consumption, a mighty force descended on this side of the earth, plants and stones flew from all around, and the divisional fortress would be shaped .
Tang Yu suddenly felt that something was wrong .
The painting styles of the fortress and Xianmen are not consistent .
With a change of heart, he changed his hands and plants, and the stored source crystal was reduced by 200,000 ~ www . novelhall . com ~ In a moment, a magnificent temple appeared on the mountainside .
The territory was expanded to include the mountainside platform .
‘not enough……’
He continued to expend energy and expand the territory .
one kilometer,
Two kilometers,
Five kilometers,
Tang Yu extended the territory to five kilometers in one breath, and he was also within the territory .
Time,
Since the pressure felt in this world fell away, he has possessed an extraordinary second-order combat power .
This is not the end
Tang Yu continued to build houses . In addition to the main hall, several more halls were added to the mountainside platform .
There are training room versions of the training camp, future Xianmen disciples’ dormitories, and so on . A white jade staircase winds from the mountainside to the foot of the mountain . The surrounding lotus flowers are blooming, and the mist is like a fairyland .
“The source gas concentration is worse . “
He did not build the source array, but chose the source gas pool, which can absorb the energy of the void and give birth to the source gas .
For a time, the center of Kunshan Mountain’s Xianmen as the center, the source gas concentration has increased countless times, although it is not comparable to the average concentration of the earth “1”, but it is relatively close .
Such a miracle, such a fairy scene, Shang Gongling completely stayed .
Severely sucked the two pure source gas, the little face showed the contented contentment .
“Xianmen headquarters already exists, and the rest of the tasks will be entrusted to you, girl, work hard . “
. . .
Xianmen was shrouded in a magical array . Although it looked like a big building when it was built, it did not cause any awareness . The satellites of Anxia could only see a fog .
Building a website, propaganda, and all kinds of work are carried out in an orderly way under the way of money .
A week later, the ceremony for the apprenticeship of Xianmen began .
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