Chapter 723 The Three Great Lords!

Zi Luolan looked at Fang Yu, with a cold and puzzled look in her eyes.

"I mean, we should wake him up first, and then kill him, so that we can get rid of our hatred." Fang Yu said.

"..." Zi Luolan looked down, her face changed slightly, and she flew down.

Fang Yu stood in his original position and looked into the distance.

At this time, the group of surviving members of the Holy Light Group all stared at him blankly.

Fang Yu waved to them in a friendly manner, and then remembered something.

Where did Bai Ran go?

Fang Yu was stunned, thinking that before he left the castle, he asked Bai Ran to keep an eye on Gary.

And Gary ran out... Then Bai Ran...

Fang Yu's eyes changed slightly, and he immediately rushed to the castle behind, and released his spiritual sense to look for Bai Ran's figure.

Soon, he saw Bai Ran lying on the snowy field on one side of the castle, seriously injured and unconscious.

Fang Yu landed beside Bai Ran and squatted down.

Bai Ran was still breathing, so there was no problem.

Fang Yu stretched out his hand and placed it on Bai Ran's forehead, and a light appeared.

"Your level is still not good enough..." Fang Yu looked at Bai Ran, shook his head slightly, and said.

He brought Bai Ran with him, not because he wanted Bai Ran to help him do anything, but as a kind of training.

But as far as it seems, the opponents Fang Yu has encountered are too strong, far beyond Bai Ran's level.

In this way, it is difficult for Bai Ran to play the role of training, but he will be beaten and bruised every time.

Of course, Fang Yu will not ask Bai Ran to be like Lin Batian, who can keep up with him in every step.

But at least, Bai Ran must have the most basic self-protection ability.

"As far as the current martial arts world is concerned, his talent is pretty good. It's a pity that his foundation is too weak, and he has wasted more than 20 years of the most critical time..." Fang Yu frowned slightly, and evaluated Bai Ran with the eyes of evaluating Tiandaomen disciples back then.

New disciples will be rated according to their cultivation talent. This is what most sects would do back then, and Tiandaomen is no exception.

Generally speaking, it is divided into four levels.

Ordinary, good, excellent, top.

The higher the talent, the more cultivation resources you get after entering the sect.

When Fang Yu entered Tiandao Sect, he was rated as a top talent by his master Daotian.

Of course, no one expected the subsequent progress, including Fang Yu himself.

But even if he could not break through the Qi Refining Stage, the resources given to Fang Yu by Tiandao Sect did not decrease, and the configuration of top-level talented disciples was always maintained.

Fang Yu is still very grateful to his master for this.

After he became the head of the sect, he knew the rules of the sect. Thus, he knew how much effort his master had made to keep his cultivation resources.

"Now, give him a grade." Fang Yu said to himself, "From the perspective of the past, maybe it can barely be rated as good?"

"From the perspective of the present, it should be considered an excellent talent. But because of the twenty years of waste in the middle, it has to be downgraded by one level, so it is still rated as good after all."

Fang Yu touched his chin, thinking about the magic method suitable for Bai Ran to practice.

During this process, Bai Ran's injuries were slowly healed and he opened his eyes.

Seeing Fang Yu squatting in front of him, Bai Ran was stunned for a moment, and then recalled what happened before he fainted.

He endured the pain in his body, stood up, bowed his head and clasped his fists and said: "Mr. Fang, I'm sorry, I betrayed your trust..."

"It's not a big deal, no need to apologize." Fang Yu stood up, patted Bai Ran on the shoulder and said.

Bai Ran raised his head, his eyes full of apology and dissatisfaction with himself.

As a follower, he couldn't even do a simple thing, but Fang Yu had to save him...

His self-esteem couldn't accept this.

Fang Yu was about to say something, but suddenly felt the arrival of several breaths.

He turned around and looked into the distance, his eyes moved slightly.

"We can prepare to leave." Fang Yu said.

Without the ethereal ring, it would be a hard job to cross a distance of tens of thousands of kilometers to return to Huaibei, even if the speed was fast.

So, it still depends on Zhao Ziluolan.

"Can we go?" Fang Yu looked at Bai Ran and asked.

Bai Ran nodded.

So, the two flew out again.

…

Three figures fell in the air.

Bell and the other members of the Holy Light Group were all excited when they saw the three figures.

Everyone immediately knelt on one knee, covered their chests with their right hands, and shouted respectfully: "Holy Light Blessing, welcome the three princes."

Three figures fell on the ground.

The three of them looked about 40 or 50 years old, and their clothes were different. But they all had one thing in common, that is, there was a torch symbol on their left chest.

This symbol, in the upper class of the Western Region, symbolizes the ultimate nobility.

Everyone who sees this symbol must salute. Either bow or a unique knight's salute.

This symbol symbolizes the prince!

This is a top-level title that exceeds any level of title.

What Duke, even the legitimate heir of the royal family, or even the prince. As long as you meet a prince, you must put down your posture and salute the prince!

The title of prince comes from the oldest sect in the Western Region, the Angel Church.

The Angel Cult is the faith of the entire Western Region, and its status is extremely high.

The doctrines promulgated by the Angel Cult are like imperial decrees to the people of the Western Region. Even the major royal families dare not disobey them.

And the prince is the strongest person selected by the Angel Cult.

In the entire Western Region, there are only eight people who are worthy of the title of the Lord.

And the three in front of him are the three current honorary leaders of the Holy Light Corps.

Lord Draqi, Lord Murray, and Lord White.

Bell never dreamed that he could call the three Lords together with an emergency call for help!

This alone is a great honor!

Draqi glanced around, noticed the large pool of blood on the ground, frowned slightly, looked at Bell, and asked.

"Your Majesty, the situation is like this. About twenty minutes ago, we came here..."

Bell told the whole story truthfully.

After listening to Bell's narration, the three Lords looked at each other with different eyes.

"Where did the man go?" Murray asked.

"After he got rid of Gary... he went to the direction of the castle, and I never saw him again." Bell said.

"Gary was killed?" Murray's eyes flashed with a strange color, looking at Bell and asked.

"Yes, to be precise, a lady killed him." Bell replied.

"Who?" Murray asked.

Bell glanced ahead.

Because the surroundings were all plains and the vision was open, he soon saw Violet, who was two hundred meters away in the northeast, checking the physical condition of his men.

"That's the lady." Bell pointed to Violet's position and said.

"Is it her?" Murray's eyes flashed a hint of coldness, but it quickly disappeared.

"Yes, Your Majesty," Bell replied respectfully.

"I want to see her and bring her to me." Murray said.

Bell immediately went in the direction of Violet.

Murray stood where he was, with a hint of coldness in his eyes.

And Draqi standing beside him smiled and said, "I would like to meet the man who easily defeated the Undead Emperor."

"Me too." White said, "If the Undead Emperor is really as powerful as Bell said... then this man's strength must have reached the level of a prince..."

"White, the prince is not judged by strength alone... In addition, I don't think a mere undead has such strong strength. Bell's description is probably exaggerated because of fear." Murray glanced at White and said lightly.

White did not comment.

After a while, Bell brought Violet to the three princes.

Hearing that it was the prince who asked to meet, Violet did not refuse, and could not refuse.

In the Western Regions, no one can refuse the prince's request.

If you refuse, it is not only a rejection of the prince, but also a rejection of the Angel Church.

In this way, no matter how powerful you are, you will inevitably go to a dead end.

Violet looked at the three dukes in front of her and bowed, "Your Majesty."

"I have a question to ask." Murray glanced at Violet, his eyes indifferent, and said, "Did you kill Gary with your own hands?"

"...Yes." Violet replied.

Murray's eyes flashed a cold light again, and he didn't say anything.

"Gary colluded with the dead spirits and is already a sinner in the Western Region. Killing him now will be a lifetime of honor." White smiled.