Valdoril stared at Reg with a puzzled look on his face, with an undisguised smile in his strange red eyes: "Otherwise, could it be that the two guys chasing behind us would give us time, slowly?
Are you there to chat?”
Looking at Valdoril's eyes, Reg became more and more sure of the relationship between this guy and Lambert. Lambert was his teacher, and when he asked about Lambert, he didn't hide the strange look in his eyes.
Reg raised his head and looked around again. Sure enough, there was white fog everywhere and the visibility was horribly low. Reg sighed: "Now that we have escaped the pursuit of Hyrule and Sires, how can we get out now?
"
Valdoril chuckled and said: "Don't worry, because my eyes are different from ordinary people, this Valley of Lost Souls cannot trap me. You may not know yet, this Valley of Lost Souls has become my time to escape."
This is the best place. When I was chased after joining the Odin Sword Sect, it was also here that I got rid of the pursuers..."
Reg was startled, but then he felt a little funny in his heart. The Valley of Ecstasy, one of the seven forbidden places that made the entire continent fearful, turned out to be the property of Vadoril, the dragon chanting demon of the Six Dark Demons.
Refuge, with this refuge, probably no one in the world can kill him.
Since he had walked out of the Lost Valley, Reg's worries were relieved. He stared at Valdoril and said: "You have asked clearly what you want to ask. Then take me out. I'm afraid my teacher will
I’m always in trouble.”
Valdoril shook his head and smiled: "Don't worry, it's just a small trouble at most. Not to mention that your teacher is very strong in her own right and is a seventh-level pharmacist. What's more, she has the form of Carmena."
Carmena will not sit idly by while her sisters are here, and with the power of the Medicine Master Association, even a holy place like Leiyinmen will never dare to offend."
Reg looked at Valdoril in surprise: "You seem to know everything?"
There was a bit of pride on Valdoril's face: "There are really not many things I don't know."
Reg's eyes were a little strange. He stared at Valdoril and asked curiously: "I want to ask...how old are you really?"
Valdoril smiled and asked: "What is my real age? I am eighty-five years old this year... You are the second person who knows my age."
He is eighty-five years old, no wonder he is so powerful, but looking at his face, he seems to be a strong man who entered the king level in his thirties, and he is definitely a top genius.
"Who is the first person? Is it Lambert?"
Reg suddenly thought of Lambert and couldn't help but ask.
Valdoril nodded and said: "Yes, you don't need to guess too much. There are some things that you don't know yet. I can only tell you that I will come to you again... Well, I'm waiting.
After you become more powerful."
Doubts arose in Lege's heart. When he becomes stronger, will he come to see him again? Are there some things that he can't know yet?
"Okay, I'm waiting for you to come to me." Reg knew that no matter what he asked at this moment, the other party would not answer him, so he answered simply and stood up at the same time: "What should we do now?"
Valdoril smiled and shook his head and said: "Don't worry, those two guys must still be watching from above. Maybe they are waiting for us to go out. Let's stay here for a few days first."
Reg groaned and sat down again. He didn't dare to break in here. He didn't think he could get out of this valley of ecstasy, so he had better listen to Valdoril. Anyway, it seemed that Valdoril didn't care about him.
There is no hostility whatsoever.
"You practice the Ice Art. What fighting skills have you practiced?" As if he was idle anyway, Valdoril began to ask about Reg's practice: "I heard that you can cast blue spiritual fire.
What's going on?"
In terms of fighting skills, Leger didn't have any secrets. He listed out the fighting skills he had practiced one by one, and when he talked about the newly learned Ice Flame Ten Thousand Layers Mountain, Leger also added: "This thing also comes from Sig.
They snatched it from Lan and the others..."
Valdoril smiled softly and said: "I know, this Ice Flame Mountain is one of the trophies we snatched from the Odin Sword Sect... Well, it's a pretty good fighting skill."
High-grade, middle-grade... In Valdoril's mouth, it suddenly became "fairly good", and it sounded like it was just so-so...
Reg was a little speechless, but he also knew that Valdoril had the qualifications to say this. Thinking that he had invaded the Odin Sword Sect and now escaped thousands of miles away from being chased by two powerful emperor-level men, he couldn't help but ask: "Val
Doriel, has your strength reached the imperial level?"
Valdoril chuckled and said: "Of course, otherwise, how could I escape from Hylar and the others? Although they all have Dou Ling Wings, the stronger they are, the faster they can fly. If I were not an emperor,
, I guess they have caught up with them a long time ago..."
Reg thought the same thing. Aren't those large numbers of kings thrown far away by Valdoril, Hyrule and Sires, and could not be seen at all?
I didn’t expect that the dragon chanting demon Valdoril would actually enter the imperial level. No wonder he is so arrogant, but he does have the ability to be arrogant...
Then Reg told the reason why he could emit blue spiritual fire. The adventure was reduced to a part, and it became a version of himself absorbing strange substances. Vadoriel obviously couldn't figure it out, but he was very surprised.
"Does your Lambert know about this?"
Reg shook his head and said: "He doesn't know that I only found out that I can cast spiritual fire after I left Bali..."
Valdoril nodded and said with a smile: "Do you want to learn more powerful fighting skills?"
Reg looked at Valdoril with some surprise. Could it be that Valdoril was still planning to teach him fighting skills?
Of course I want to learn, but who doesn’t want to learn more powerful fighting skills?
Seeing Reg nodding without hesitation, Valdoril opened his space ring and poured out a lot of things in front of Reg. Reg looked at the scrolls, booklets, pill bottles, etc. all over the floor, and felt in his heart
I can't help but feel a little dizzy, this guy is really rich.
Among this pile of items, there were also the Saint-level mid-grade fighting energy technique that Valdoril snatched just today and the strange bewitching horn.
Reg couldn't help but pointed at the bewildering horn and said, "What exactly is this thing? Why did such a weird thing happen on the field today? Why did the earth dragon attack its owner?"
Valdoril casually picked up the Bewitching Horn, patted it and explained: "This thing is a very magical thing, and it is also a famous treasure in the Leiyin Sect. Hehe, I didn't expect that it fell into my hands today.
, I’m afraid Hylar is going to be so angry that he will vomit blood.”
"This thing is called the Bewitching Horn. Its function can be explained by the two words in its name. Bewitching, using the Bewitching Horn, and then using special techniques to make sounds has the effect of hypnotizing and bewitching the opponent. In the milder case,
Chaos, not knowing where to go, or at worst being completely controlled, obeying the command of the person holding the horn of bewitchment, even if the opponent commits suicide, there will be no hesitation at all."
"That Earth Dragon was confused by the sound and was temporarily controlled by the disciples of Leiyin Sect. Only then did its ice gun explode and change its target and fire it at its master."
Reg opened his eyes wide and looked at the bewildering horn in surprise: "Does this require a special method to use... Can you use it?"
Valdoril nodded and said: "I know the techniques, but if you want to fully control this horn of confusion, it will take a certain amount of time to practice."
Reg looked at Valdoril in surprise: "This should be the sound fighting skill of Leiyin Sect, can you also use it?"
Valdoril stared at Reg and chuckled: "What is my name, Dragon Song Demon, do you know how it came about?"
Dragon Yin Demon?
Reg was about to say that he didn't know, but suddenly he remembered the fight he saw between the Leiyin Sect and the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect disciples, the tiger's roar. According to Mrs. Qiangwei, the most powerful sound fighting skill of this kind is the dragon's roar.
It can transform into a giant dragon and let out the roar of a giant dragon. This kind of dragon power even has the power to suppress all monsters.
"Could it be that you also know how to play sound fighting skills, and can you even perform the highest level of dragon chant?"
Valdoril hummed: "When I was fighting those people, I used Dragon Roar once, killing two of them on the spot and slightly injuring a few more. That's why I got the name of Dragon Roar Demon.
It’s just that Long Yin is not the most powerful among sound fighting skills.”
Shaking the horn of confusion in his hand, Valdoril said casually: "Your strength is too low now. Otherwise, I will teach you how to use this horn of confusion and give you this horn of confusion."
."
Reg's eyes widened again. This Bewitching Horn was obviously a very powerful treasure, but he actually said he wanted to give it to him and also taught him how to use it?
Why does he treat himself so well? Is it because of Lambert?
Valdoril ignored Reg's shocked expression, picked up the box again, opened the middle-grade Holy-level Dou Qi Jue in the middle, glanced at it twice, and threw it on the ground: "This is good for others, but
It's of no use to you at all."
Reg just watched in silence as Valdoril casually threw the Saint-level mid-level fighting spirit art back into the pile of objects, as if discarding a piece of garbage... This guy doesn't take the treasure seriously.
?
Valdoril fiddled with it for a while, then suddenly raised his head and asked, "What is your weapon?"
Reg first took out Wuming: "This is what I used before, and it is also what I use under normal circumstances..."
Then he showed off the Demon-Breaking Giant Sword: "This is what I use to cast Ice Flame Ten Thousand Mountains, and it is also used when encountering strong enemies..."
Valdoril's eyes suddenly widened: "A magic sword inlaid with level eight magic crystals! Where did you come from?"
Thinking about Valdoril's attitude towards him, Reg admitted frankly: "I built it myself."
"You are actually a master of forging..." Valdoril jumped up, stared at Reg with stern eyes, and suddenly burst into laughter: "It's really hard to find a place without wearing iron shoes. It doesn't take any effort to get here. If I want to