Chapter 92 Mercenaries

Wang Ji stood alone at the door of Jiwu College and looked at the four words of Jiwu College at the door again.

"Jiwu Chengdao, father, I'm walking on this road. I don't know how you will be now." Wang Ji thought silently. With his current understanding of Taijiquan, he can understand the deep rhyme in these four words.

Wang Ji knows that his father's understanding is absolutely unmatched. If he is the first in the world, then he must be much higher than the second in the world. As long as there is no confinement in practice, the achievements in martial arts will certainly be extremely high.

"Well, why are you standing here?" Wang Ji suddenly sensed that Ling Su appeared behind him, and couldn't help but feel a chill on his back. Just now, he was fascinated by these four words, and his perception of the surroundings became so weak. If someone attacked at that time, he would definitely die.

"Look at these four words." Wang Ji said with a smile.

"Can you also see the abnormality of these four words?" Ling Su said in surprise.

"Why, you can also see it." Wang Ji couldn't help looking sideways at Lin Su.

"Well, low-level cultivation in the later stage of the human level?" Wang Ji looked at Ling Su in surprise. In a short time, he broke through to the late stage of the human level, and looking at the degree of this breath, it was so solid that it did not look like he had just been promoted, but as if he was going to break through again at any time.

"I didn't find it, but I saw you staring at these four words at the school gate at the beginning, and the breath was completely different from today, so I guessed that these four words were not simple." Ling Su said lightly.

Wang Ji suddenly realized that he realized the thick and moderate artistic conception here at the beginning. Because of the Taiji map, now he doesn't know which corner he has been overwhelmed, but he didn't expect to let Ling Su misunderstand.

"Then what do you see?" Wang Ji asked curiously. He didn't think that what the other party realized was the same as his own. Everyone will have a different understanding when they see the Tao.

"Extreme movement and silence." Ling Su said slowly.

Wang Ji looked at the woman of Zhong Min Yuxiu. At this time, she actually had a feeling of being far away from the sky and close to her.

"A sense of spatial distance?" Wang Ji thought in surprise: "Is it the artistic conception of Tianmo Dance? No, although the magic dance is fast, it will not produce a sense of space distance. She is completely different from the original magic dance in the understanding of the magic dance.

Wang Ji thought for a moment: "You are not suitable for practicing the magic dance."

Ling Su shook his head and said, "There is nothing suitable for you. It doesn't depend on yourself that the practice of martial arts will eventually become."

Wang Ji sighed, "But the artistic conception of you and the heavenly demon dance is completely inconsistent. If you practice forcibly in this way, there may be a reverse devour. Even if you are a heavenly demon physique, it is the same."

Ling Su looked at Wang Ji in surprise: "Do you know the physique of the devil? Although this is not a secret, not everyone can know it.

Wang Ji smiled and took a few steps at will, and a strange breath was released.

"Magic Dance? How can anyone else know the magic dance? Ling Su's killing machine released in an instant locked Wang Ji.

Wang Ji kept taking a few more steps under his feet and came behind her when Ling Su didn't react at all.

"Don't be nervous. This is not the magic dance." Wang Ji shook his head and said.

Ling Su's murderousness was taken back and distanced himself from Wang Ji. With just a few steps under her feet, she was sure that she was not the opponent of the teenager in front of her.

"I practiced the magic dance by myself. How can I not know if you just used the magic dance?" Ling Su looked at Wang Ji and said with a cold face.

"Can people who are not in the body of the heavenly demon body practice the heavenly demon dance?" Wang Ji asked with a smile.

Ling Su suddenly realized that in addition to the people of the Ling family, it is impossible for anyone to have the Tianmo physique.

"By the way, I was surprised at the beginning. How could your Ling family let you, the witch of the heavenly demon physique, come out? But now when you think about it, it should be because your mind is not suitable for practicing the heavenly demon dance at all. That's why I let you enter the world to practice. Wang Ji said.

In Ling Su's eyes, Wang Ji became more and more unpredictable. These things are not known by an earth teenager at all. No wonder his brother looks at him so highly.

"What did you just use?" Ling Su relaxed a little and asked.

"It's just a simulated artistic conception." Wang Ji said, "In terms of the artistic conception of the magic dance, you are not as good as me. For the witches with the heavenly demon physique possessed by the past dynasties, I'm afraid you are the first.

Wang Ji smiled. He once saw a witch with a heavenly demon physique in his previous life, and his strange temperament made him unforgettable. But on Ling Su, he saw the word simple. For a person with a heavenly demon physique, this is simply a disaster.

"I'm curious about how you practiced the magic dance to the end of the human level. However, I think that if you advance to the prefecture level, there will definitely be a counterattack.

Wang Ji remembered his "Magic Star Secret", which happened to be the nemesis of the magic dance. Now he has cultivated "Magic Martial Star Tips" to the third level. As long as he breaks through to the fourth level, he will have the foundation of true power to advance to the level.

Ling Su nodded. She has always had a strange feeling about this man. Now, this feeling is even more than before.

It seems to be fate.

Ling Su shook her head and turned to the Jiwu College: "Are you leaving today? Have a good trip."

"Since you stick to your own path, just go ahead. When you get promoted to the prefecture level, if you can't do it, you can come to me. Wang Ji said with a smile that he suddenly had a strange feeling about this gifted woman,

Ling Su said, no longer looking back, and walked forward.

Wang Ji looked at Ling Su's back and shrugged her shoulders. If she continues to walk on this road, only he can help people who practice "Magic Star Tips" in the end.

Finally, he took a look at the four words of Jiwu College, and Wang Ji turned around and left.

When he came to the mercenary management office of the Wise War Zone, Wang Ji was ready to register the identity of a mercenary first, then take over the escort task, and follow the team directly to the Wusheng War Zone.

"Hello, I want to register as a mercenary." Wang Ji said to a beautiful woman on the counter.

Zhou Meng looked at the boy in front of him who was not as big as himself and couldn't help laughing, "Little brother, this is not a place to play. Mercenaries must be cultivated in the later stage of the human level to apply."

A few black lines appeared on Wang Ji's forehead. I'm afraid that the age of his soul is thousands of years old, but she is called a little sister by a little girl in her twenties. I have to say that life is so wonderful.

"I have a later-level repair." Wang Ji said with a smile.

"Really?" Zhou Meng obviously didn't believe what Wang Ji said, but he still said, "If you have someone with post-level cultivation, you can come here to test."

Wang Ji nodded and followed Zhou Meng.

"This is an dynamometer, as long as it exceeds 1000." Zhou Meng said to Wang Ji, still wondering if the little brother in front of him could not even play 500.

Wang Ji didn't care what Zhou's dream was. He punched casually, and suddenly the number just stopped on the number 1001.

"It's just over 1000, okay?" Wang Ji said.

Zhou Meng was still stunned. Hearing Wang Ji's voice, he immediately said, "Well, it's okay."

Although he doesn't know what the number 1001 represents, 1001 has reached the later stage of the human level. How big is the talent in front of him?

"Are you a student of Jiwu College? What grade are you in?" Zhou Meng asked that in the Zhisheng War Zone, only Jiwu College can have such a genius.

"Well, I'm from Jiwu College, a first grader." Wang Ji shrugged his shoulders and said.

"First grade, how is it possible?" Zhou Meng said in disbelief that there were only a few students in the Jiwu College who came to his place, not to mention the first grade, but only a few in the second grade.

"Hurry up. I'm in a hurry." Wang Ji regretted saying his identity, which was simply causing trouble for himself.

"It seems that after hanging out with the three of them for so long, we have even talked more." Wang Ji shook his head helplessly.