In panic, a gray beam of light appeared. Immediately afterwards, in the shocked eyes of many monks, the two figures disappeared in the same place as they were bombarded.
After a while.
"Bump! Bump!"
Two loud noises, like meteorites falling to the ground, suddenly sounded. In the distance, a thick cloud of dust suddenly rose in an open space.
"I've hit the iron plate." The pupils of the tall and thin young man suddenly shrank. At this time, everyone knew that the strength of the young man in white in front of them had far surpassed the average Half-step Cave Void Realm monk. "Maybe it's just those monsters.
I can only compare my talents with this boy." The tall and thin young man murmured, feeling very uneasy in his heart. These monsters he mentioned are the most powerful people of this generation in Dalong City. Looking at the entire Cyanwood Planet, it is difficult to
How many existences could be found that were comparable to them? Unexpectedly, this previously unknown guy from a small place could actually be powerful enough to rival them.
At this time, next to the tall and thin young man, the young man who took action first had finished adjusting his breath. Opening his eyes and looking at each other, they both noticed the deep bitterness in each other's eyes. The situation was completely out of control now.
They had heard the predictions of the four people before. They didn’t expect that they were just trying to deal with a bunch of guys who came from a small place, but things would gradually evolve into this. In their eyes, the Dark Territory was just a small rural place. But in such a place, it turned out that
This kind of monster appeared.
Looking at Ling Lin with fear, a trace of determination flashed in the tall and thin man's eyes, and he was about to move forward. At this moment, a burst of thin and orderly footsteps came. At the same time, a stream of powerful energy was heard.
A loud shout suddenly rang out: "The monks here obey the order. During the dynastic war, no more private fighting is allowed. Otherwise, they will be arrested and disqualified from participating in the dynastic war."
As soon as he finished speaking, a black torrent of steel appeared in the eyes of many monks.
"It turns out to be the Black Nightmare Army!"
Looking at the sudden black torrent, the tall and thin young man was shocked and said. There were many powerful armies composed of monks in the Qianyuan Dynasty, and the Black Nightmare Army was considered to be at the forefront even among the many armies of the Qianyuan Dynasty.
I didn’t expect that I would be sent to do such a thing.
"No more private fights are allowed between dynastic wars." The tall, thin young man recalled the previous loud shout in his mouth, and his eyes flickered.
"You guys, please retreat quickly. If you find any private fighting happening again, you will be immediately disqualified from the competition." A silver-armored general stepped out of the black torrent and said loudly. Then, he glanced around. Finally
Weiwei paused for a moment on the tall, thin young man and Ling Lin.
"Dongxu Realm." Feeling the pressure coming from the silver-armored general, Ling Lin secretly said in his heart. Moreover, this majestic momentum is definitely not something that ordinary Dongxu Realm monks can possess. Ling Lin felt secretly awe-inspiring in his heart.
"Disperse." The silver-armored general waved his hand and stood quietly, a tyrannical aura emanating from his body.
All around, some monks from different dynasties slowly retreated.
Similar to this scene, many Black Nightmares suddenly appeared in various places in Dalong City at this moment. A ban on fighting spread throughout Dalong City in one day.
"Let's go too." Ling Lin glanced at the tall and thin young men, turned to Qin Hao and others and said.
"Well, let's go back to the other courtyard first." Qin Hao glanced at the three Purple Mansion Realm monks with blood stains on their clothes beside him and said in response.
"You guys should go first. I have something to do. I'll go back to the other courtyard later." Ling Lin looked into the distance and said calmly.
"Then let's go back first. Thank you so much Brother Ling this time." Qin Hao said with cupped hands. Behind him, three Zifu Realm monks also bowed and showed their gratitude. Indeed, if it were not for Ling Lin this time, their fate would be very different.
Not sure what it will be like.
Nodding, Ling Lin's figure flashed and disappeared immediately.
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"Tingfeng Pavilion." Ling Lin raised his head, looked at a plaque above his head, and murmured to himself. On the plaque were these three clear characters.
"I wonder if the Dali Dynasty belongs to the Qianyuan Dynasty." Ling Lin muttered to himself and walked slowly into Tingfeng Pavilion.
Tingfeng Pavilion sounds like an extremely elegant name. However, when you walk inside, it seems extremely shabby. In the room about three feet long, there is only an old table. There are many pits on the tabletop, and there are several pits that have been corroded. One
The old man with messy hair was lying on the table, soundly asleep, and from time to time there would be a few thunderous snores.
There was an old table, an old man with messy hair, and a chair with a missing leg under the old man's butt. Apart from that, there was nothing else in the room, which was about three feet in size.
Tingfeng Pavilion has an extremely elegant name, but he didn't expect it to look like this. However, Ling Lin accidentally knew that this was a place that specialized in selling information.
Go and ask everywhere by yourself, God knows how long it will take, and with so many intermediate dynasties under the Qianyuan Dynasty, this is simply a huge project that is difficult to complete. However, Tingfeng Pavilion has solved this problem very well.
Looking at the old man in front of him who was sleeping soundly and showing no sign of waking up, Ling Lin frowned. Then, he shrank and stared closely at the chair with one leg missing under the old man. It had four legs.
The chair turned into three legs. Normally, it would have fallen over long ago. But the three-legged chair under the old man was still able to hold on. Although it creaked, it didn't look like it was going to fall down at all.
"The reason is not the chair, but..."
Ling Lin paused in speaking and stared closely at the old man sleeping soundly on the chair. After carefully feeling it, he clearly found that as the old man snored, there was a trace of strange power constantly overflowing from his body.
It was this strange power that kept the three-legged chair under him from falling to the ground.
The more he felt it carefully, the more Ling Lin felt the mystery of this power. Ling Lin didn't say anything to disturb him and just stood quietly, savoring it carefully.
After a while, the snoring gradually stopped. The old man rubbed his eyes, looked at Ling Lin with misty eyes, and said: "Five hundred mid-grade spiritual stones for ordinary information, five hundred high-grade spiritual stones for advanced information, and the price for confidential information is negotiable."
"Is there a Dali Dynasty under the Qianyuan Dynasty?" Ling Lin asked respectfully. The previous discovery made him clearly realize that the old man in front of him who looked very ordinary and a little ruined was definitely an extremely powerful monk.
"The Dali Dynasty." The old man muttered, and then he rolled his eyes, "There is no such Dali Dynasty under the Qianyuan Dynasty."
"Which top dynasty does the Dali Dynasty belong to?" Ling Lin asked immediately.
"This is the second question. It is an advanced question. Are you sure you want to ask?" the old man asked.
"Yeah." Ling Lin nodded.
"Zhige Dynasty." The old man slowly uttered four words and then closed his eyes again.