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Coming out of the small tent in Akara, I was still a little foggy, and my steps were so light that I couldn't feel the solid ground.

Akara's words gave us a huge shock, especially to me. In addition, I also felt a little unwilling and frustrated. It turned out that I did not fully understand the little ghost.

"Junior Brother Wu, where are you going to go next?" Carlos, who came out together, looked at me.

"I have something to do, what about you?"

I gave up listlessly, looked up at the two of them, and asked.

"We plan to go find Teacher Kasha first." Carlos shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"We need to inform Teacher Kasha quickly about the content of the meeting just now. Elder Akara's words don't seem to be a joke. If we are a few steps late, some unexpected accident will happen and Teacher Kasha will not be able to drink.

, then the rest of us will be in trouble."

"That's right, go quickly."

I suddenly got excited and urged, wine is the life of that old woman. If because of this, her already distorted character becomes distorted again, then...

In other words, a character more twisted than the old drunkard's character - even though I have experienced hundreds of battles and read countless ACGs, I can't imagine what it is like. Can it still be classified as a biological creature?

I secretly complained, and I glanced at Carlos and the others.

"You go quickly, I want to see Lena, so I won't go with you."

"We are going to the training ground later. Junior Brother Wu, do you plan to come with us?"

I was about to take a step forward when Carlos asked again.

"Grandpa, after listening to Akara's words, I feel a sense of crisis for no reason. I don't want to be compared with that mere saint's profession. Long live the hard work! Long live the fight!!"

Seattlek couldn't help but yell. After knowing that the little ghost could easily break through the power of the world and even compete with the four demon kings, he felt an inexplicable sense of crisis.

You can just say Sharna. After all, she has put in the same efforts as Seattle Lake, and even has a slightly higher talent. But Alice... The proud Seattle Lake doesn't want to be robbed of just one profession and lose all her achievements over the years.

The sweat and effort are worth it.

Carlos didn't speak at all, but judging from the tangled expression on his face, he must have felt similar to Seattle's inner feelings.

"I probably won't be able to go. You two should practice first and I'll be with you tomorrow."

After thinking about it, I felt that I would probably spend a lot of time at Lena's place, so I declined their invitation.

"Be careful, Junior Brother Wu, if you don't work hard, you might be surpassed by that ghost one day."

Before leaving, Seattleke teased me like this.

"Go, go, who do you think I am? I am her husband, how dare she rebel?"

I puffed up my chest and suddenly felt a manly passion gushing out.

"Really? It doesn't look like it to me now."

Seattlek murmured quietly, and finally disappeared from sight together with Carlos' figure.

I scratched my head and walked towards Lena's tent, which was not far from Akara's little black shop.

"The speed of growth of these children is beyond my expectation."

Inside the tent, there were only two old men left, Akara and Kane.

"Indeed, and I didn't expect that Her Highness Alice could be promoted to the profession of saint." Kane sighed while drinking tea leisurely.

"That makes me a little bit..."

Akara paused and looked out the window: "It makes me want to fight hard."

"If you miss this time, maybe if you wait another ten thousand years, or even a hundred thousand years, it will be difficult to usher in such a great situation as now." Kane nodded in deep agreement.

"By the way, there seems to be that [thing] at Farah's place." Akara said as if suddenly remembering something.

"If you didn't tell me, I would have forgotten that old ghost Farah is so poor and boring that he actually spent so much time making that kind of [thing]."

Kane seemed to have remembered something, and he laughed and shook his head.

"I originally thought that no one would be able to use it, but now... isn't it just right? It seems that the old ghost can still make something useful once in a while."

The smile on Akara's face was both happy and helpless. What he was happy about was that Old Man Farah's private experiment finally produced something that was useful, but what was helpless was that - he seemed to have only been tinkering with it all these years.

There is such a thing that makes people happy.

The two elders, who were in charge of more than 90% of the alliance's strength, while discussing the contents of the meeting just now, came to Farah's tent again. This was the second time Akara came today. This was her usual month.

It's a rare place to visit once, otherwise I wouldn't come here even if I was free, it's too dangerous.

"Boom--!!"

Just as he walked to the door, the familiar explosion sound accompanied the slight trembling of the earth, and a choking thick smoke spurted out from the tent door, once again welcoming the arrival of the two elders in this way.

"Ahem, Farah, are you still alive?"

Covering his nose and walking into the tent, Kane stepped on something soft, which seemed to be alive. His vision was covered by dust, and Kane couldn't see clearly what he had stepped on. He quickly took a step back and subconsciously moved towards it.

Tuan Shiwu kicked him a few more times.

"Ahem, if you don't count the kicks I got from you, I'm pretty good."

At Kane's feet, Farah's helpless voice was heard, and a gray figure slowly climbed up from the dust, coughing. There were several conspicuous footprints on the black mage robe that matched the soles of Kane's shoes.

"I said you had nothing to do and why did you run to my feet?"

Kane is not a fuel-efficient guy. When he saw this, he immediately started complaining. The two old men were also sworn enemies. They were well versed in stick skills. Kane, who looked thin but was actually quite strong, held a walking stick and transformed into Mo Mo.

I have used the crutches that I have tested, and I have fought with Farah on countless serious occasions.

"You guys, did that three-section stick that was full of pressure come up with some new acrobatics, and you dare to break into my house and cause trouble?"

When Farah heard this, his eyes suddenly narrowed slightly, his surprisingly sharp gaze flashed past, and there was already a crutch in his hand.

"Try it and see if you know if it's acrobatics."

Kane's eyes were equally sharp. He didn't know what mechanism he pressed on the crutch in his hand. With a slight pull, it was sharply tempered into three pieces and turned into a three-section stick. At the same time, he kept saying "Wow~Wow~"

"the sound of.

"Both of you, please calm down for a while."

Akara obviously did not intend to watch the martial arts scene in which two powerful elders of the alliance were fighting each other. Under her words to stop them, the two old-hearted old men finally glared at each other fiercely and put away their weapons.

Got up.

"What's the matter with you coming? I'm very busy."

Looking at Kane and Akara with the eyes of welcoming a bad visitor, Farah made a big move, and the messy ground was littered with books, papers, notes, quills, fragments, etc., there were at least thousands of them.

Scattered on the ground, under Farah's big hand, the whole room seemed to go back in time. Those messy items flew neatly to their own places according to their positions before the explosion.

Telekinesis is the most basic skill of a wizard, and it is also the skill that best reflects the solid foundation of a wizard. Like Farah, he can control thousands of items at the same time, making each item fly in different directions.

Different directions, and quietly put them in their original positions. This kind of craftsmanship will be unsatisfactory even if a powerful wizard at the domain level comes.

Of course, this is most likely related to the fact that he often plays with explosions.

"The cleaning work is pretty good, Akara. Do you think we should make the best use of it and let this old man be responsible for cleaning the garbage in the entire camp every day?"

Kane expressed his disdain at Farah's showoff.

"Is that what you came here to say? If that's the case, then you've said it, so go back."

Farah showed a superior attitude and met Kane's provocation.

"Okay, you two need to listen to what I have to say first. If you want to argue or hit me, I won't care." Akara slammed his cane, interrupting the two who were still trying to talk.

"Farah, please tell me first what you think of Wu's battle this morning."

"That boy?"

Farah whispered softly, then came to the test stand, tinkered with a spherical magic instrument, took out a memory crystal from his body and placed it on it. Suddenly, the light in the entire room dimmed, and then a lifelike three-dimensional projection image appeared from

It was thrown out from the magic instrument and played slowly in the dark room.

The figures flashing on the image were exactly the fierce battle between domain levels this morning.

After watching for a while, Farah wrinkled his old face and bluntly said the seven-character comment "The strength is only so-so."

"Jealousy is clearly written on your face."

Kane looked at Farah's face with disdain.

"So, do you think Wu can use that thing now?"

"which one?"

Pharamon paused for a moment, suddenly reacted, and his beard twitched suddenly as if he were frightened.

"You are talking about my treasure!!"

Then, he quickly calmed down and looked at the battle on the projected image carefully. After a while, an old face became more and more tangled.

"Damn it, what a terrifying recovery ability. When fighting against such a domain-level opponent, that kid acted like he was taking a breath. Not to mention other things, this recovery power alone can frighten even the strongest in the world.

Already."
To be continued...