When the heretics see the phantom, they are undoubtedly afraid. Every time the phantom takes a step, they will reflexively move back or to the side in order to keep as far away from the phantom as possible.

The Phantom walked out of the crowd through the path they had specially opened for him, his face full of cruelty.

He stood in front of the heretic who was sitting on the ground and said that he did not want to train. For tens of millions of years, except in front of Nalan Mufeng, his paralyzed face actually had a little smile, which was ridicule.

Another sarcasm.

"You are really a bunch of wimps. Maybe the master will choose you just to set an example for the ministers in the world, otherwise I really can't think of any use for you." The unceremonious words came out of his mouth, and he stood up.

In front of them, with a cold scoff, Guangxiu moved slightly in the air, an illusion appeared in front of them, as if the smoke-filled lake surface had been blown away by the wind, revealing a clear water surface where everything could be seen clearly, and vaguely,

You can hear the whistling wind and a strange crisp sound of iron hitting.

What came into view was a haze of smoke, and a black stone wall was vaguely visible behind the hazy mist. However, as time passed, the smoke gradually dissipated, revealing the true appearance under the hazy smoke, which was a cliff.

There seemed to be something moving on the dark cliff. When I took a closer look, I saw that it was a person. He was thin and thin. He was wrapped in a black outfit and his thin body seemed to be integrated with it. If you didn't look carefully,

They certainly couldn't tell, and they also knew that the strange sound of iron objects hitting was not an auditory hallucination, but came from the iron chains on the body of the man in black.

Yes, it was an iron chain. An iron chain the size of a baby's arm was passed through the shoulders and armpits of the person. Every time he climbed up, it would cause the iron chain under him to tremble.

When the chain hit the cliff, there was naturally the sound of the so-called iron impact. But as the chain went down, I don't know what else there was, and only a small black dot could be vaguely seen.

They couldn't help but want to complain in their hearts, who was so free to climb here, and even tied chains on their shoulders to increase the difficulty, but they couldn't help but sigh, how could such a dangerous place be so difficult?

Although it is tied with such an iron chain, it has never been in danger of falling, which makes people feel a little admirable.

When the man in black inadvertently turned his face slightly, he couldn't help but feel that she seemed a bit familiar.

As if to verify their guess, the face of the person gradually became clearer as the picture moved from far to near, and what appeared was the ordinary and pale face in the impression. That was... the female heretic!

Her originally pale fingers were mangled with blood, and her two hands were tightly clasping the rocks on the side. I don't know if it was an illusion, but I seemed to see her arms trembling slightly. Every time she let go of one rock, she clasped another one.

At this time, the iron chain on her shoulder also moved downwards with the movement of her arms, also driving the black things under the iron chain. There were always small black dots moving under the milky white clouds, and every time

The friction between the chain and her arm always made her frown.

"What's under the iron chain?" Finally, a heretic couldn't help but wonder and wondered aloud.

The heretics looked at each other, and even Alang, who was standing quietly aside with an aloof attitude, turned his attention to the man climbing the wall, "Is it a bird?"

"Xuan Tie Shi, what? Do you want it too?" Phantom's sarcastic rhetorical question made them secretly annoyed, but they could only secretly be annoyed. They had the secret of self-knowledge. In front of Phantom, they were nothing more than ants. As long as he wanted to

It can be easily crushed to death.

However, at the same time as they were secretly annoyed, they couldn't help but feel a little surprised and embarrassed. The heretic they looked down on before was still a woman, but now she was undergoing training that was a hundred times more difficult than them, but she never said a word, and they...

How can I not feel ashamed for being such a coward?

Alang, who had only been hiding in the group of heretics these past few days as an invisible heretic, also spoke up, "Why...why..."

The words were only half spoken, but everyone present had no idea what he meant. They were surprised that Alang, who had been so serious since training, actually spoke, and couldn't help but stare directly at the Phantom.

"This is her own choice, and it has nothing to do with me." Under the hot eyes of the heretics, he answered something that seemed completely incorrect.

They were silent, and the ordinary-looking woman suddenly appeared in their minds, standing proudly in front of them with her hands behind her back, with an expression on her face, and she said words that were not very arrogant but were enough to make them angry.

"But I don't have to do it with you."

"If I want to become stronger, I will also become stronger." The gentle voice echoed in my ears like a magic voice.

Ah Lang raised his eyes and looked at Yi Xiaorou in the cloud and mist illusion with a blank expression, "She is also training?"

"Of course, what you are training now was completed by her several days ago. At the same time, there is a saying among the real people. I think it is indeed good. Not only will people be irritated when compared with others, but heretics will also be compared with heretics.

It’s really disappointing.”

Hearing this, the heretics frowned in shock, but still did not offer any explanation.

Because, with the facts before our eyes, there is no way to explain it.

Alang was silent and looked at the woman in the misty illusion with an expressionless face, turned around decisively and started his training journey regardless of the others behind him who were still there.

However, after not seeing him for a few days, he was much more mature than before. In these few days, it seemed like decades had passed for him. Not only had his skills improved, but his mind had also matured a lot.

He realized that some people, no, not just people, no matter how much they have paid for them before, no matter how much they treat you with respect and admiration, no matter how much they treat you as their chief, it is just the selfish nature of those human beings that are despised by their heresy.

It's not just for humans, it can also happen to them. When it conflicts with their own interests, they will often choose only themselves.

Because, from the beginning, the ultimate reason why they chose to respect and admire him was simply because he had the ability to safeguard their interests without conflicting with them.

Today, he is no longer the Alang who only blindly pursued the respect of others. In this world, if you want to be respected, only your own strength will make people respect you and maintain such respect in the long run.

If you only confine yourself to a small group and limit yourself to this, the respect you earn based on your differences in strength will only disappear over time.

These are not what he wants.

He wants to be a truly strong man, a strong man recognized by the six worlds.

Naturally, he is willing to pay any price for it.
Chapter completed!