Now that things have come to this point, there is nothing to say. As a "true charlatan" who has achieved success in practicing in the Eastern Continent, Xia Wushuang is not pretentious at all. She directly took out some information and business cards and spread it to the awakened people around her.

"Puff! Save the World Magic Academy! Who named it? This strong aura of shame in the middle school is coming to the face." Zhuo Xiyue got a business card of the Magic Academy and laughed directly.

"Build a college and create a new belief... Brother Li is right. Brother Xia is a hero worth making friends with." Qin Mo held two silver nameplates in his hand and refused to comment. Perhaps, he did not think that Xia Wushuang would succeed, because there were probably many people who were blocking them in secret.

"It is a good thing to educate the people and save all living beings! Master Xia, can I go to Jinling when I go to Jinling? Can I apply to be a guest star?" Zhuo Yifan smiled purely.

He had something in his words, and the so-called guest appearance as a teacher was actually to cheer for Xia Wushuang and shock the little ones. However, due to his unique natural habit of being arrogant, he just didn't want to reveal it directly.

"I also play a guest spot. If Jinling City is really so loving, I want to transfer the nest there." Le Hongwei finally looked at Xia Wushuang. She didn't expect that this man who just felt very annoying just now had such a deep ravine in her heart.

However, the thoughts of these people do not mean that everyone's thoughts are the same. The magician's position in human society is transcendent. What Xia Wushuang has to do is undoubtedly breaking this transcendent, which is harming the interests of a large number of people.

Of course, not everyone is so narrow-minded. Most top-notch people are at best confused about the future.

After all, the competition among awakened people now makes some people feel overwhelmed. If more magicians emerge, except for those who are extremely determined toward the "Tao" heart, they will probably feel confused.

"If you want to run a college and create new beliefs, the main resistance comes from those magicians who are not up or down in realm. At that time, iron-blooded means will definitely be indispensable. You must pay attention to the square inch." Dr. Medusa was wearing a pure white coat and was very close. She was almost over the boundary and stepped on Xia Wushuang's ship.

Xia Wushuang smiled and didn't reply. This Medusa made him feel very bad. He even had a premonition that this woman who appeared again would cause him a huge trouble.

The sea water was still rising and falling. The Zhongzhou saint who came from the distant sky suppressed several saint attacks, and they were all blocked by the five Jinling strong men. They did not show any decline, which made the strong men present feel incredible.

Although the Saint-level powerhouses who came here are all the strongest among the strong and cannot be commented on the actual realm. However, the person who came to the Saint-level realm is probably the best among the Saint-level realm. Why did he fight with the five Saint-level powerhouses?

"Haha, where are the wild savages coming from? Even if you enter the Holy Land, it's just a el. My great master of the Demon Sect only needs to stretch out a finger and you can crush you in minutes!" The five powerful men from Jinling all had their mockery skills. Facing the Sacred Domain swordsmen standing in the air, looking like a king descending. They were full of vicious tongues, making people feel itchy.

"What does it mean to hide behind this group of people?" The swordsman who came from afar was not angry, and his blue battle suit floated up under the pure sword energy. The first feeling gave people the feeling of a peerless master.

Since they have been named, Xia Wushuang could only smile and stand out.

His power was not revealed very much, but the tides around him instantly returned to peace.

"Dear colleagues from Jinling, Xia Wushuang has nothing to say. I have accepted your friendship. If the Magic Academy is successfully established in the future, I hope you can continue to support it."

He stood up as he spoke. His eyes looked directly at the swordsman of the Holy Domain in the sky, his face was light and his colorful divine light flashed. His plump god was handsome, as if he was like a son of god, and he was simply indescribable.

"What do you call this guy? Xia doesn't seem to provoke you? Or are you the rumored King of Qindu?" Xia Wushuang had some guesses.

After all, there are too few awakened people on Earth to become saints. Even with a straight finger count, the entire Zhongzhou has just exceeded the number of five fingers at most. Three of the fingers include him, Red Three, and Storm Spirit, which accounts for half of them.

"It seems you are still very clear! However, the principle of killing people to pay for their lives is not suitable for the present. I won't say much. You just need to go back to Qindu with me, kneel in front of my brother's tomb and kowtow for a hundred years, and I will let you go free!" The king of Qindu Song Zihan was very strong, and his eyes looked down at Xia Wushuang, the majesty of a generation of supreme kings.

Everyone was heartbroken when they heard this. Such rude requests were even more excessive for a strong man than being killed. The five Jinling strong men who yearned for Xia Wushuang all sneered. They had absolute confidence in Xia Wushuang. The war god who transformed into an eight-winged seraphimeng two days ago still shocked their hearts.

Xia Wushuang patted her sleeves, a smile appeared on her face, her demeanor was still calm, and she stepped forward slightly on the sea surface. She said, "I am Xia Wushuang in Jinling. It is really a pity for your brother's death. But you have to thank me, after all, if he doesn't die, he will sooner or later cause you a murder."

This unscrupulous guy likes to slap people in the face with a smile. The person who didn't hear him say anything, looked at him smiling and probably thought he was asking for a reconciliation.

"You are looking for death!" Qin Du Song Zihan's face became colder. He spread his hands and immediately three silver magic swords stood upright next to him.

The three divine swords obviously have a great origin. The sword body is not only covered with dense magic marks, but also has cracks and sword holes. It has traces left by the battle between gods and demons in ancient times. It has the bonus of the heaven, earth, and nature.

"Many people have said this to me. However, I still say the same old saying. Life is important only in my own hands; if you die, you will not count."

Xia Wushuang smiled lightly and spoke, holding his right hand on the Sword of Broken Night at his waist, with a momentum like a rainbow, climbing step by step, without any intention of underestimating the enemy.

"Tit-for-tat. Song Zihan from Qindu is too domineering, right? He always humiliates people for a hundred years?"

The auras of the two top strong men hedged in the sea outside Constantinople. Song Zihan was condescending with his sword energy as if he was a mountain. From a perspective, he seemed to have a great advantage and completely suppressed Xia Wushuang who stood firm on the sea.

"Soldiers can be killed but not humiliated. Are you all the people in Qindu like this crazy person?"

After being questioned continuously, the awakened people from Qinchuan, 800 miles away were not happy.

"Are you all the dark guys on the Internet? You can attack locally at any time?"

"Song Zihan is domineering and cruel. That is his personal behavior. It has something to do with us? Don't mess around, OK?"

"No, I have to help Brother Xia. Then Song Zihan entered the holy realm first. The realm advantage is too great, and I am afraid Brother Xia will not be able to withstand it." Zhuo Yifan heard the awakened people around him talking, and felt as if a thousand flies were buzzing in his ears. He couldn't hold back in his heart, and he wanted to help him immediately.

Hong San smiled indifferently, and a solemn power like Tai Yue suppressed it, directly pinning Zhuo Yifan on his own boat, making him unable to move and join in the fun.

"You!" Zhuo Yifan, who was completely suppressed, was shocked and a terrifying wave was stirred in his heart. The hostess in Xia Wushuang's ark was actually a saint who was hidden! This was simply shocking!

Outside the Golden Horn Bay, the waves are calm, and the afterglow of red light slowly heads westward, shining on the sea surface, and the red light is already shimmering. It is already afternoon.

Facing Zhuo Yifan's surprised expression, Hong San's smile did not diminish and said softly: "Wushuang is the king of Jinling, and Song Zihan is the king of Qindu. Since he is destined to be friends, there will be a battle sooner or later. If Brother Zhuo is willing, you might as well watch calmly and wait for the result."

She spoke softly and slowly, but her aura was very strong, revealing her identity as a hostess.

"That man is your King of Jinling?!" Le Hongwei was very close to her. She clearly heard Hong San's words, and couldn't help but cover her mouth and exclaimed unexpectedly.
Chapter completed!