"This rat is so terrifying!"
The messenger peregrine falcon, far above the clouds, had a very solemn expression.
It has made up its mind that even if other conditions are not met, it will grant Gu Zun Tang the qualification to participate in the first Ten Thousand Races Conference.
Everything is not only because of Zhang Heng’s strength, but also because of his potential.
The Messenger Peregrine Falcon has the talent to see through the target's basic attributes, so it is different from others who can only be shocked.
It saw more clearly and could more deeply understand what it meant that Zhang Heng could kill a third-level cultivator with one punch.
The basic strength is 274 points, but it can instantly kill those with a physical fitness higher than that.
Moreover, during the entire process, the messenger Peregrine Falcon only saw Zhang Heng use a blood sea-type stunt.
That roar that could destroy the fusion tornado might also be a unique skill.
Adding them together, there were only two. It was obvious that Zhang Heng's strength came from his natural talent.
Therefore, the messenger Peregrine had a bold idea that Zhang Heng’s talents were not only numerous but also strong.
Even thinking about it further...
The messenger Peregrine Falcon felt a chill for no reason.
With only 274 points of basic strength, one can possess such terrifying power.
What if we add a few hundred more points?
You know, other powerful creatures have high basic attributes and don't care about a few hundred points of attributes at all.
But for Zhang Heng, his strength would double!
In addition, there are many ways to increase basic attributes on this planet!
The messenger Peregrine Falcon also saw that Zhang Heng's level was only 13, while the Fang Wolf King he killed had reached level 30.
Zhang Heng's potential is simply limitless.
“The potential of this Gu Zun Tang leader is even more terrifying than that of the Fantasy Species. I can only make friends with him.
Although our race is protected by the will of the stars, it is only during the period of the Ten Thousand Races Conference."
"Being on good terms with him is a hundred benefits and no harm. I never thought that in this remote southern wilderness, there is a real dragon hidden."
The messenger peregrine falcon quickly changed its mind. It flew back to the Ancient Zun Hall and started chatting enthusiastically with the lying rabbit.
Zhang Heng was completely unaware of the thoughts of the people in Guzun Hall and the transformation of the messenger Peregrine.
There was only one thing he had to do now, and that was to kill all the invading enemies.
"Little Fatty!"
Zhang Heng shouted.
“Chirp!”
The little fat bird from Gu Zuntang immediately understood what he meant, and flew behind Zhang Heng with a "whoosh", then transformed into "Silver Bird Flying Wings" and grew on his back.
"Little Fatty, you're so useful. I'm a little uncomfortable without you."
Zhang Heng flapped his wings rapidly, turning into a stream of light and quickly approaching the fleeing enemy.
"Chirp! Of course! Although I can't be as gentle and considerate as Sister White Rabbit and manage Gu Zun Hall in an orderly manner, I can fight alongside you, so I won't become a vase."
The little fat chirp's soft voice came from its wings.
"Okay! Then let's go hunting together."
A smile appeared on Zhang Heng's face, but his eyes were fixed on the Moth King who was trying to escape in front of him.
With the Silver Sparrow Flying Sky Wings, Zhang Heng is once again at full strength, his speed having reached 5616 points, equivalent to that of other animals.
This was already the speed of a mid-level third-order warrior, so Zhang Heng quickly caught up with the Moth King who had just broken through to the third order.
"No! Please don't kill me, leader of the Ancient Zun Hall. I'll do anything for you as long as you spare my life."
Seeing that he could not escape Zhang Heng's pursuit, the Moth King begged for mercy in a spineless manner.
Only then did Zhang Heng notice that the Moth King's voice was actually a clear and beautiful female voice.
"Chirp! You can do whatever you want, you wish! Bah, bah, bah, shameless, shameless. Little fat rat, don't agree to it."
However, before Zhang Heng could do anything, the little fat bird got angry first and urged Zhang Heng to take action.
Although Zhang Heng was somewhat puzzled by the little fat bird's reaction, he was not shaken by the Moth King.
"I told you I would send you to hell."
There was murderous intent in his eyes.
"In that case, I will kill you first!"
"Bone scale powder!"
The Moth King's voice suddenly became resentful.
It flapped its wings vigorously, and particles of blue scales shot towards Zhang Heng.
"Useless struggle."
Zhang Heng flapped his wings and flew behind the Moth King at lightning speed, then punched its tail with his right fist.
"ah!"
The Moth King only felt a powerful force like a mountain penetrating his body.
His own flesh and blood was rapidly falling apart.
"Bang!"
Just a few seconds later, a brilliant blood-red firework exploded in the sky.
After absorbing the essence of his flesh and blood with the King Slaughtering Armor, Zhang Heng continued to kill the members of the other two powerful clans.
"Two third-level masters only increased the progress of the King Slayer Slayer Armor by 0.5%?"
Zhang Heng couldn't help but smack his lips.
After being upgraded to D-level, the King Slayer Armor no longer needs to be touched by him personally. He only needs to cover it with the Blood Sea King Slayer Formation to absorb the essence of the dead's flesh and blood, which is much more convenient.
However, the slow progress made Zhang Heng a little distressed.
It seems that at least 400 third-level warriors must be killed to upgrade the King Slayer Armor to C-level.
It can be said that there is a long way to go.
"call!"
Zhang Heng exhaled, clearing away all distracting thoughts.
Eat your food one bite at a time and walk one step at a time.
Without the accumulation of small streams, there will be no rivers or seas; without the accumulation of small steps, there will be no journey of a thousand miles.
Take your time.
After his thoughts became clear, Zhang Heng flew freely between heaven and earth, roaming freely.
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