The first time a few people heard such a secret, Haydn's eyes changed when he looked at the field. The highest level of warriors? Oh my God, I don't know when I will reach it.

Holding the Martial God Sword, they are just fake Martial Gods. There is still a long way to go before the true Martial God.

"Hell, hell..." Paul murmured to himself, looking at his expression, he really seemed to be seeing him.

Haydn took a deep breath, is the God of God? The name of the Martial God Sword is not wrong. This kind of sword is indeed only the Martial God can exert all its power, but it seems that it is a little short of it. Because the sword has injected too much fighting energy, the sword body has begun to break. Fortunately, this thing is made of memory metal and can only be recovered slowly after a while.

But on the battlefield, how can I get it back? It seems that the Martial God Sword needs to be improved. At least the ones I use must be improved. It needs to be widened and thickened so that it can withstand more fighting spirit.

Even so, it is limited to improving one's own strength.

To turn his fighting spirit into purple divine power, he needs too much fighting spirit. Even as a martial god, Haydn could not bear it. According to such consumption, Haydn's calculations in his mind were that he could only use three to five powerful fighting spirit slashes. If it was only attached to a weapon, he could last for an hour.

The time is still too short. If you only use the Divine Fighting Qi, Haydn, the weakest martial god, can last for more than ten hours or even longer.

On the battlefield, the continuity of the battle is very important. If you are fighting with the same level of martial gods, using the martial god sword is a very advantageous option.

"Haydn? What's going on?" Paul asked stutteringly. He had naturally heard of the legend of the servant god, but he didn't expect that there was a servant god standing in front of him. But he always felt something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

"Why should I tell you?" Haydn had recovered and said with a smile.

"Is this... he?" Paul asked with the corner of his eyes as he glanced at Ferleg not far away.

Haydn nodded slightly: "You are not his follower. Is a little magician worthy of your follower?"

"This... this seems worth it, it's indeed worth it." Paul's big head trembled up and down, not like nodding, but rather like trembling.

"Haydn, we have a good relationship. Look... can you tell me?" Paul knew that this kind of thing.

Haydn would not tell himself that it was the guidance of Lord Ferlig. Without his own consent, even if Haydn was a god of martial arts, he had no right to tell others.

"Do we have a good relationship? Why should I tell you?" Haydn laughed at every hair, turning Paul in, so that he would not be alone. A martial god has become a follower of the magician. It is always not nice to say it out.

He agreed at first because he owed the favors of Emperor Wu Tian, ​​so he asked Ferig not to tell them. Now it seems that it is a good choice.

"Okay..." Paul's face kept changing. He looked at Haydn for the last time, and finally made up his mind and walked slowly towards Feleg.

"You are Lord Felleg, I am Paul Beluch."

"Hello, Lord Wu Shen." Feileg was shocked. What did this martial god look for him?

"Mr. Filig, I...I hope to be your follower and get your guidance, just like... like him." Paul said, pointing to Haydn.

"Well...ah..." Ferlig looked at Paul at a loss, and another martial god was going to follow him. So far, he hasn't figured out why Haydn wanted to become his follower. Why did another giant martial god come out?

The fourteen martial saints who came today are all the best among the imperial martial saints, the worst among them is the third-level martial saint, and there are even four fifth-level martial saints.

Although they are level 5 martial saints and are only one step away from the martial god, this step is too difficult for them, and they may finally be able to overcome this bottleneck for their lives.

It was such an eye-opener. Not only did I see five newly advanced martial gods at the same time, but I also saw the legendary servant god. Half of them were not heard of servant gods. After listening to the explanations of the people around me, I realized what the purple ball represents.

There was enough surprise, and the giant martial god Paul had to step in and ask the magician who made them extremely curious to follow him.

"What are you looking at? Can you watch Lord Ferig?" Paul's face was already unhappy, but he wanted to leave a good impression on Ferig, so he could only endure it.

Now these martial saints actually look at themselves like monsters, and he really couldn't help but scold them.

"Senior Paul, why?" asked the Martial Saint who knew Paul.

"Well, why? Under the guidance of Lord Ferlig, the five of them can advance to the gods of martial arts. Under the guidance of Lord Ferlig, Haydn can advance again. Isn't that enough?"

"What?"

"Brush and brush." ​​All eyes gathered on Felleg. These martial saints would not doubt Paul. There was such a thing? The fourteen martial saints stared at Felleg, who looked like a hungry wolf.

"Everyone lined up in the back." Paul said immediately, then turned around and showed a big smile to Feleg: "Sir Feleg, can you accept my request? Please be sure to accept me."

"Mr. Fellig, I know Paul very well. He is an upright man. Although he is a little impulsive, he is worthy of dependence. I think you should accept his sincerity." Haydn walked over at the right time and said to Fellig, who was still in a daze.

"Oh, okay..." Felleg didn't know what he said. Anyway, when he understood, he had more Paul's badge of martial gods in his hand, and another martial god among his followers.

As for the other Martial Saints, Haydn's opinion, put it aside for the time being. It doesn't take too many followers of a magician, and it's already the limit if there are eight to ten. Of course, the situation in Felleg is a bit different.

He would not really accept the challenges of his followers. In fact, he would not inspire these martial saints, let alone the two martial gods.

Wu Li arranged the fourteen martial saints to stay. Paul followed Feleg closely and was always waiting for Feleg's guidance. This advanced thing is extraordinary. It is hard to say which Feleg's words would inspire him and thus advance himself to the God of Service.

Everyone entered the small living room, and Mira and Wu Li walked to the end with their smiles. With Haydn's wisdom, the moment they got the sword of the God of Martial Arts, they had already understood most of them. After entering the Dou Qi, they understood at least 90% of them, and they didn't need to explain it at all.

"Mr. Paul, do you really want to be a servant god?" Felleg asked, thinking in his heart whether he would beat him up when Paul knew the truth and then calculate the defense ability of his magic shield. No matter how he calculated, he would never be able to withstand Paul's sword. This matter is really lingering.

"Of course, I hope Lord Ferlig will be able to help you and let me follow you, even if it takes decades, it will be fine.

"Paul was naturally kind of polite words. Haydn could never have been around Fellig for decades. How old is Fellig for? It means that this kind of guidance does not take long, so Paul is even more anxious.

"Okay, it's okay to give you a guide, but after giving advice, you'd better not regret it or resent me." Feleg said.

"How is it possible? I appreciate you that you are not in a hurry, and it is impossible to resent you.

"Paul said, glanced at Haydn. He felt that things were not good today. Although he saw the purple light on Haydn's broad sword with his own eyes, he also felt the oppression from the sword, but after hearing Feleg's words, he felt like he was fooled.

"Okay, then I'll give you some advice now." Ferleg said helplessly. Anyway, if you have to break up this kind of thing sooner or later, it would be better to let Paul know about it earlier.

Paul and the fourteen Martial Saints all wanted to go to the ancient city of Hailancha to participate in the martial arts competition with him. Emperor Wu Tian hoped that Ferig would achieve as good results as possible for some strategic needs of the empire. Although he had no requirements for the battle of the strong, he asked the giant martial god Paul to fight for the country. From this, it can be judged that he still cared very much.

As for the army battle, it is inevitable to require good results. Even if the three thousand Black Armor Army is the lowest-level warrior, it is difficult to lose. How could it be that there is no good results?

"Mr. Mira, please give your sword to Paul." Feleg said. Mira immediately handed the sword to Paul, took a step back, lowered her head, and held back her smile. Haydn is so powerful that he deceived a martial god with just a few words.

"This sword... Memory metal?" The God of Martial Arts was very knowledgeable. When he saw that he had already learned the materials of the sword, he was really surprised.

As far as he knows, there is no sword refined with memory metal in the entire Eastern Continent. How big ore is needed to extract enough materials?

"Mr. Paul, please input the divine fighting spirit into the sword." Felleg continued.

"Oh? Do you want to test my strength? No problem." Paul said, injecting a divine fighting spirit into the hilt of the sword. His strength was indeed above Haydn, and his fighting spirit was deeper.

The Martial God Sword was instantly ignited by the Divine Fighting Qi, and the golden light was dazzling, and Paul was wrapped in it.

"Huh?" Paul immediately realized something was wrong. He would never have such an effect when injecting the same amount of Dou Qi into the sword. Even if he was exerted with all his strength, it might not be better than the current one. There was something wrong with this sword. He also found that when the Dou Qi passed through the sword thigh, another element was added to it, which caused such a change.

"Mr. Paul, please inject fighting spirit into the sword with all your strength." Felleg said.

"Okay, I see what's going on." After saying that, he started to use his full strength. His fighting spirit was much stronger than Haydn. Haydn applied all the strength to have a faint purple light ball. Paul only used eight points of his strength, and his sword body had turned purple all over.
Chapter completed!