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Chapter 183 Ancient Forging Holy Wind Spirit Son (2)

Not only this one, but also below. He excitedly took out all the fighting skills books and spread them out on the ground. Everyone's eyes were burning.

There are as many as ten fighting skills books, six for beginners, three for intermediate levels, and one for advanced levels. But everyone's eyebrows showed expressions of whether they should be happy or forced to smile. Ten books of world-level fighting skills

There is no book that is suitable for everyone!

Is it because our training is too biased, or is the hobbies of the Blacksmithing Saint Feng Lingzi too special? Xiao Zhan curled his lips, very angry, either a hammer or a claw, a halberd or a yue, or a hook and a fork!"

Don't complain. There are still a lot of people who use these weapons, but none of us use them. Xiao Yan calmed down and said, "The ten world-level fighting skills have gained a lot. Give them to our main team."

, but it’s a big help!”

That's it! He was only thinking about himself, and he didn't think about the brothers in the main team! Nan Erming glanced sideways at Xiao Zhan, and without waiting for Xiao Zhan to counterattack, he immediately called Ziying and Fengfeng to put away all the fighting skills on the bookshelf.

, while taking it back, he winked at Ziying and Fengfeng, and said, brothers are happy now and will no longer yell at me all day long that my fighting skills are low."

Ziying and Fengfeng secretly laughed at Xiao Zhan's frustration. Xiao Zhan was choked and couldn't say anything to fight back. He was so angry that he couldn't help muttering: Why do I feel that there is no risk in taking things in this palace?

It’s not too practical.”

Crow's mouth! Qing Muer immediately scolded her.

Haha! Nan Erming laughed and never missed any opportunity to tease Xiao Zhan. I said Xiao Zhan, if you can’t find a way to counter me, don’t say such unlucky words! Did you get scolded? Haha!”

Xiao Yan walked up to Qing Muer, stroked Qiuqiu's head and said, "Xiao Zhan is really not just worried. Didn't Qiuqiu say before we came in that we will face a test in the main hall. I think if we fail,

If it's a test, let alone taking away the harvest, maybe even my life will be left here."

After listening to Xiao Yan's words, everyone's faces were suddenly covered with a layer of frost. The joy of harvest suddenly disappeared, and their hearts became heavy.

Walking on the gray stone road leading to the main hall, the surroundings were completely silent, with only the footsteps of a few people, and the atmosphere became more solemn little by little.

At the end of the passage, there was no grand palace as imagined, only a gray door of light. It was unknown what was behind it or where it led to. Everyone's eyes fell on Xiao Yan.

Is there any choice? Xiao Yan took a deep breath, calmly stretched out his palm and pressed it on the gray light door.

Suddenly, there were rumbling sounds, and the empty palace shook, as if there were thousands of troops galloping.

Everyone's expressions changed drastically, and they looked back nervously, only to see that the far ends of the walls on both sides of the passage that they came in began to collapse, and the falling bricks turned into powder before they even hit the ground. At the same time, everything else in the palace seemed to be in chaos.

After experiencing countless years of corrosion in an instant, they all weathered and turned into ashes all over the sky.

This incident happened so fast that before everyone could recover from the shock, the collapse of the walls on both sides of the passage had spread from the far end to everyone's feet. Everyone suddenly lost their blood, and they had no doubt at all.

, as long as they are touched even a little by this terrifying force, they will all turn into fly ash.

Seeing that everything was inevitable, at this moment, a ray of light rushed out from the gray light door, sweeping everyone in. After just a moment of trance, they were pleasantly surprised to find that they had arrived at another place.

space.

This is a very desolate space that seems to have no life at all. Endless reddish-brown sand covers the entire sky, but there is an extremely clear lake in the center, which is not polluted by the sand and dust.

But before anyone could express their surprise at the strangeness, the earth suddenly shook, and rays of light fell from the sky, condensing a figure in front of everyone.

Although the figure is condensed by light, it is almost solid. He is wearing a blood-colored battle robe, his waist is as straight as a gun, his face is firm, his lips are slightly pursed, and he exudes a sharp and awe-inspiring aura, exuding a huge power that no one has ever felt.

It was so oppressive that everyone could hardly breathe.

So strong! Much stronger than the Fourth Elder! It can’t be the Nine-Star Dou Emperor, right? Everyone is shocked. How can he pass the test of the Nine-Star Dou Emperor? A feeling of powerless despair can’t help but rise in everyone’s heart.

The blood-red shirt Dou Di glanced at everyone, his cold eyes without any emotion. But when he saw the ball in Qing Muer's arms, his eyes suddenly changed, and his upright body trembled.

Qiuqiu also stared at him blankly, trembling with excitement in Qing Muer's arms, with two lines of hot tears rolling out of his eyes.

A man and a beast looked at each other like this, and time seemed to freeze at this moment.

Everyone's hearts trembled. They knew that Qiuqiu had a lot to do with this place, but they didn't expect that Qiuqiu could make the Blacksmithing Saint Feng Lingzi, who was obviously the owner of this place, lose control of his emotions. What was the origin of Qiuqiu?

Questions were surging in their hearts, but no one dared to say a word. Especially Qing Muer, who was holding Qiuqiu, faced Feng Lingzi's gaze. She was so nervous that her whole body stiffened, and she was sweating.

I can finally feel at ease when I can see you again. How have you been over the past few years? Feng Lingzi said quietly, with a lot of emotion in his tone.

Gulu gulu! Qiuqiu choked and nodded, stretching out his paws and gesticulating.

Alas! Looking at Qiuqiu's gesture, Feng Lingzi trembled again. After being silent for a long time, he sighed, when I sent you away from here, I just hoped that one day you could start a new life after being reborn. I didn't expect you.

But you have always stayed nearby and never left. Why are you doing this?"

Gulu gulu. After hearing this, Qiuqiu became even more excited. He broke away from Qing Muer's arms and rushed to Feng Lingzi's feet, roaring at the top of his lungs.

Leaning down, Feng Lingzi gently held up the ball with both hands, his eyes like water: I know that the love between you and me cannot be severed even if we are separated by countless years, but I am the person who has passed away after all, and no matter how you persist, it is nothing more.

It only adds to the sadness."

Qiuqiu actually survived the ancient catastrophe?! Listening to all this and looking at this scene, everyone couldn't hide their surprise. They couldn't help but look at Qiuqiu with a hint of awe in their eyes. Although they didn't know

Why did Qiuqiu become so immature and his strength so low? But everyone knows that Qiuqiu must have been extremely extraordinary back then. Otherwise, how could he have such a deep relationship with a Nine-Star Dou Emperor who dared to call himself a Forging Saint? To be continued

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