Resurrection of Spiritual Energy: Billions of Times Talent

Later, in Hong Zhen's office, after a brief chat, Jiang Yuan said goodbye and left, and went to the First Martial Arts Hall, Dacheng Martial Arts Hall.

As before, he stopped a car on the side of the road and headed towards the city center.

In the car, the driver was obviously a chatterbox, foaming at the mouth, and kept talking.

"Old man, I see that you came out from the direction of the Wuji Martial Arts Hall, the current Wuji Martial Arts Hall is amazing! There is a Quartet Town General! I am obedient! It's really scary. "

"Even the city lord was alarmed, if it weren't for the city lord appearing in the end, according to me, the hall owners and chief hall masters of those other martial arts halls, this time it was really a big disaster, and they would have to shed their skin if they didn't die. "

Jiang Yuan smiled and nodded, and agreed with a few words.

The driver thought that Jiang Yuan didn't believe it, and said in a raised voice: "Old man, don't believe it, the Sifang Town will want to kill them, and it will be much more difficult not to pinch a few ants to death, when the time comes, everyone will die, and the city lord will have no door, so you can't punish him!"

"In the past, there was a rebellion in the town, if this is a big trouble, it will be terrible, the entire Haoran City will be shaken, the wind and rain will sway, I don't know how many people will die. "

After speaking, he couldn't help but sigh: "But in the end, it is us ordinary people who are unlucky." "

Jiang Yuan smiled and didn't say anything.

Starting from the Wuji Martial Arts Hall to the Dacheng Martial Arts Hall, it is only a dozen kilometers, and it will only take a while.

After getting out of the car, Jiang Yuan stood under the Dacheng Martial Arts Hall.

Dacheng Martial Arts Hall is located next to a prosperous commercial street, with a total height of more than 80 floors, with ink-colored glass all over the body, layered on top of each other, each layer is like a thousand noodles, twisted and superimposed.

As soon as Jiang Yuan walked into the building and stood inside, his eyes couldn't help but look around.

I have to say that as the first martial arts hall in Haoran City, it occupies the highest share of resources every year, and the layout and structure of the building alone are more magnificent than the Wuji Building.

The same is the center of the huge crystal pendant, Wuji Building is beautiful, but less heritage and history, and the crystal charm of Dacheng Building, full of a simple and dull atmosphere, quite a kind of artistic conception.

It is rumored that the crystal pendant of the Dacheng Martial Arts Hall, priced at as high as 300 million, is an object that survived at the end of the last World Conservation Service, and its historical significance even exceeds its actual value.

At this time, a person suddenly approached and gently touched Jiang Yuan's shoulder.

When I turned my head, I saw a man who looked to be in his thirties, wearing a neat suit and shiny hair, with the demeanor of a successful person.

Jiang Yuan was puzzled: "What's the matter?"

The man's eyes rolled around, he leaned over, and said in a dignified low voice, "Old man, you are also here to pick up broken gold?"

Jiang Yuan was slightly stunned, and said uncertainly: "What are you doing when you pick up broken gold?"

"......Forehead" Hearing Jiang Yuan's answer, the man looked at him with a strange expression, and then suddenly realized, and laughed in a low voice: "Don't pretend, old man, this is not an unsightly thing, everyone who comes here is picking up broken gold." "

"Look around. He pointed around at well-dressed men and women.

Some of these people are holding telephones and talking on the phone there, some men and women are whispering to each other, and some are holding books and reading them as they walk.

He also pointed to an old man who was in a hurry and dressed very fashionably: "You see that old man, the one who is the best at pretending, will walk all the way from the door to the toilet, and then come out of the toilet again, and every time he rushes people, he will leak." "

After speaking, he glanced at his watch, and his pupils contracted for a while.

The voice also became eager in an instant: "There is still one minute, hurry up and prepare, after the Zhentian bell rings, a large amount of white silk will be condensed in the sky, if you see it, pick it up quickly, and run away if you pick it up, otherwise you will be caught by the people of the Dacheng Martial Arts Hall, and everything will be handed in." "

Jiang Yuan looked around and found that many people looked down at their watches, their expressions became nervous, and there was an atmosphere of urgency in the air.

Many people who were walking also stopped moving and waited silently.

There was a slight sound of the man counting down.

"Ten seconds ......".

"Nine ......".

"Eight ......".

"Five ......".

"Three ......

".

"Two ......".

"One ......

".

Buzz ......

When the word fell, a dull and distant bell sounded loudly throughout the world, deafening, as if at this moment, time was frozen in an instant.

With a heavy history, it seems to come from the ancient era of Fanyin, with a peculiar charm and mysterious characteristics.

Jiang Yuan felt as if his soul was trembling.

Immediately after, he saw the two immortal cells in the center of his eyebrows, vibrating violently and beating wildly, as if quantum entanglement.

Faintly, there is a look of being split into two and two into four.

However, the bell came and went quickly, and the immortal cells did not meet the requirements of transformation.

Jiang Yuan's eyes suddenly became extremely sharp, his brain was running rapidly, countless cells were trembling, his nerves were inflated, and dense deduction data was circulating in his eye sockets.