"Bang." The clear golden bell sounded throughout the world.
The thick seamless city gate slowly opened amid the sound of the golden bell, revealing the dark corridor inside.
Xuanyuan Che, Ouyang Yufei, and Yun Zhao didn't even look at it. They clenched the weapons in their hands and walked in.
The corridor is winding, and after several turns, a hall lies in front of you.
In the dark hall, a young man dressed in black robes sat high up, holding a wooden tool in his hand.
On both sides of his hands, hundreds of wooden figures stood upright.
The boy, who seemed to be only fifteen or sixteen years old, glanced lightly at Xuanyuan Che and the other three people below.
His eyes fell on Ouyang Yufei.
"Brother Ouyang, you actually came in this direction?
No wonder no other place has received your message. Do you think I'm easy to deal with?
So, come to me specifically."
After saying that, he tilted his head slightly as if he was confused.
Ouyang Yufei smiled bitterly when he saw this, looked at the young man and said, "If I knew you were here today, I wouldn't have chosen this direction."
The young man nodded when he heard this and said suddenly: "I'm just saying, I'm not bad.
Brother Ouyang, you are out of luck.
I just came here yesterday to make a new batch of wooden figures."
After saying that, he actually stuck out his tongue at Ouyang Yufei naughtily.
The elf looks naughty and tight.
While Xuanyuan Che and Yun Zhao's eyes and ears were enlightened, their hearts also tightened.
This is the master who made the wooden figure. Ouyang Yufei said that it was the most difficult to deal with, but it was actually this little doll. It was really...
Bang bang, waved the wooden tool in his hand.
The young man smiled at Ouyang Yufei and said, "Since you chose me, brother Ouyang, let's get started.
I still have things to do.
If you can survive, you will live; if you fail, you will die.
Brother Ouyang, be careful, I made these wooden figures, they are very powerful."
With a crooked eyebrow and a smile, the young man suddenly waved his hand.
A handful of something the size of a grain of rice was struck out with a shower of flowers, and rustled onto the motionless wooden man.