Watchtower snorted angrily. Even Master Mian could not deal with his endless city wall so lightly. Watchtower became more powerful, but his heart was as quiet as the lake water around him. He continued to gallop forward with the sword on his waist.

After unsheathing it, the endless tower suddenly shone with the light of law, tightening towards Feng Qinglang.

If Feng Qinglang has not yet entered the peerless world, he believes that the world in front of him must be surrounded by endless tall towers. But now, he can clearly see that the sword handed by Wanglou from the tower is aimed at his own.

There was no murderous intent between the eyebrows, the intention was obviously to strike across Feng Qinglang's face.

This sword is as fast as thunder, full of clanging grievance, and he has practiced it countless times in secret. This is the sword he has learned after defeating countless tenacious and powerful opponents. It is perfectly integrated with the tower and cooperates with himself.

With his bravery and unrelenting courage, he believed that Feng Qinglang must put away his casual look and deal with it seriously.

But just as the long sword was about to swipe across Feng Qinglang's face, Feng Qinglang, who had been retreating, changed his moves at the last moment. Normally, one party would be prepared to move, and temporary changes of moves would be taboo, but Feng Qinglang didn't even see it.

It was far-fetched, but with just one step, he crossed the towers, crossed the edge of the long sword, leaned in front of the watchtower, and lightly bumped into the watchtower's shoulder.

Wanglou immediately let out a pitiful groan, and flew away from the ground with his sword, falling with a thud more than ten meters away. Feng Qinglang commented: "Wanglou, this sword was custom-made by me, right? You must be proud of it.

, but because of your deliberate actions, it seems that this sword is completely outside the rules of the tower, making the tower no longer pure...

Under the bright moon, Wanglou's face turned pale, and he carefully recalled the other party's two comments. Although he wanted to refute, he had to admit that the other party had hit the point.

He sheathed his sword, nodded slightly, snorted coldly, said hello, turned around, and disappeared into the distance in the dark night.

Li Yinuo and others who were waiting for the result by the lake saw the watchtower dodge away. Hao Xiaxue was about to catch up, but Li Yinuo stopped him and said: "Let him be quiet."

Auslen also said: "With the war coming soon, it would be a good thing for him to be frustrated in his pride and regain his composure."

Three days later, the entire system, headed by the large magic pattern, underwent its first running-in operation. The entire process was considered a success, and the Feiyu Islands cheered as if they had won a victory.

Feng Qinglang frowned slightly, hid in the tent alone, and spread out the flow chart on the large table. He always felt that something went wrong.

That day is getting closer and closer. Their plan may seem grand, but it also has a very low error tolerance. Once there are any irreparable loopholes, everyone may be doomed.

Suddenly, something moved in his heart, and he couldn't help but turn around, and saw a man in elf costumes, who had not known when, was standing behind him, looking closely at the architectural diagram with him, but the brim of his hat was too high.

It's so low that I can't see clearly what his expression is.

Feng Qinglang frowned even more. The elf reinforcements arrived yesterday. To be honest, they have missed the most important running-in period. Their coming has a more symbolic meaning than practical significance. This guy can come to him without anyone noticing.

Behind him, he seemed to be a great master, but it was somewhat inconsistent with the etiquette of the elves for him to break into other people's campsites without permission.

"It's not as smooth as imagined. Is it because the final part of the illusion didn't simulate the real fleeting millennium?" Unexpectedly, it was the man who spoke first. It was a voice with a slight vicissitude, and the pronunciation

It turned out to be an extremely standard Alans accent.

Feng Qinglang's heart moved, and she returned to the architecture diagram, and found that it was indeed the case. Illusion was the most critical part of the entire plan. All magic patterns provided mental power for the illusionists. As a result, when it came to the run-in, it came to the illusionist stage, because there was no

Test subjects can only perform illusions

Ordinary scene simulations in the world of magic cannot simulate real mental consumption at all. No wonder I always feel that there are loopholes. I just need to choose a strong person to simulate. Well, I wonder if His Excellency Dong Ditian will support this plan, otherwise Bi Wei

Si seems to be quite easy to talk to...

This man could point out the key point at a glance. He must be a senior expert in the elf world. Remembering that he was still there, he stood up in a hurry and bowed slightly to greet him.

The elf man lifted the hood on his head and walked to the table nearby, where various sealing instruments were neatly placed. He picked up one of them, which was a sapphire the size of a baby's fist, and sighed softly: "The volcano

In my heart, before I knew it, thousands of years had passed..."

Feng Qinglang's heart trembled, and she looked at the other party in disbelief. The Heart of the Volcano was the instrument that sealed the Burning Sky Flame, but the person who sealed it was...

Behind the hood is a half-elf face. Even though the traces of time have been written on it, it is still extremely handsome. Even if the face is full of nostalgia, the warmth like the winter sunshine in the expression cannot be erased.

This face, in this world, appears in various versions of history books, the main entrances of various museums, the central sculptures of various cities, and various legendary illustrated books.

Feng Qinglang felt her heartbeat quicken after a long absence. This legendary man was called Cronus. When the world sang about him, they preferred to call him Raging Waves. He was one of the most dazzling legends thousands of years ago. Unexpectedly, he was still alive and keeping a low profile.

Joined that inconspicuous elf team and came here...

Nu Lang put down the Heart of the Volcano and picked up other instruments to look at them carefully. He chuckled and said, "In your eyes, do you feel that I should be integrated with them? It should be a mark of history, not a mark of history."

Standing in front of you alive, right?"

Feng Qinglang bowed to greet him again, this time more solemnly and formally, and said with a straight face: "I have met the sage Cronus."

Nu Lang shook his head slightly, indicating that there was no need to be polite, and added: "A few years ago, I returned to the land of Nirvana. Thousands of years ago, there used to be a prison, and even Allen squatted in it. Thousands of years later, it was already a prison.

The important thing is that there is a private museum of mine in this important military town, just to commemorate me without any mess like Allen or Mu Nolin..."

"Well……"

"There is a bronze statue of me there, I mean a separate bronze statue. You know, for the usual bronze statue, I have to stand honestly with Allen, not to mention how aggrieved I feel... Hehe, many people admire it.

Anyone who comes will bow to the bronze statue seriously, just like you did just now..."

"Oh, I'm not Allen. I'm still alive, okay? Your eyes shouldn't be looking at you..."

Feng Qinglang smiled bitterly. It's not easy to talk about such a topic. You can't agree to say, yes, a great being like you shouldn't be as messy as Allen. As various bronze statues and sculptures, the main station

in one piece.

The anger wave laughed gentlely, and said, "Okay, I know my weird old man, and you have left you with a psychological shadow. Now, take me to see him.
Chapter completed!