Shen Yin Wang Zuo

Once Dragon Hao flipped his wrist, he removed his shield of shine, and being vigilant at all times is a mandatory lesson for any knight.

That huge figure slowly landed dozens of feet away from them. Hercules is a flying demon beast.

This flying warcraft is even more magnificent than Night Hua's stunning Yue sculpture, about 6 meters long, all in pale gold, dragon-headed bird body, head and tail back, have long colorful length, after floating down, wide wings slowly converge, head raised, looking forward to life.

Level 7 Warcraft, Dragon Eagle. Dragon Hao recognized the origin of this warcraft at first sight.

Dragon Eagle is a flying warcraft with light attributes. For knights, the mount of light attributes is the most precious and can greatly enhance the combat power of knights.

Two people also jumped off the eagle's back, a middle-aged man with a teenager. As they had just landed, they looked at the dragon and threw it on their side.

“Yo, I said who. Brother Night Wah, long time no see!” When the middle-aged man saw the night glow, he first stunned, but quickly walked over with a smile on his face.

Nightingale is still a cold look and has not been greeted.

The middle-aged man was dressed in a pale golden armor with obvious light on it, but had no weapons on him or a helmet, leaving a long golden hair scattered behind him.

He looks younger than Night Hua, his face lines appear a little shady, especially a pair of thin eyes, with a hint of flashing feeling.

The young man around him resembles at least seven cents of this middle-aged man, about seventeen or eight years old, tall. He had a slightly faint arrogance on his face.

When the middle-aged man arrived, he smiled. “Why? You don't know me anymore, do you? We haven't seen each other in six or seven years. But we grew up together. I just saw your stunning sculpture far away. Although it is only level six, it is rare, and it is probably you. ”

Night Hua coldly said: "Ghost, you still stink. ”

The middle-aged man's face changed slightly, but the young man next to him couldn't bear to say, "What are you talking about? ”

“Shut up.” The ghost of the middle-aged man smiled slightly, his face has returned to normal, "Nightinghua, the teacher misses you a lot, you have been away from us to build a city for many years. Don't go back to see the teacher. Teacher for a day, father for life! ”

Nightingale's face became colder, "I don't need you to teach me. Let's go." He said, ignoring the ghost, and took the dragon to the Knights' Sacred Mountain.

Watching them go away, the youth couldn't bear to ask the ghost, "Dad, who is this? Why are you dragging me? ”

The ghost faintly said: "It's nothing but waste. I was swept out by your master. Looks like he's bringing that teenager around to Knight Holy Mountain to get a ride. The teenager doesn't seem to be your age. After entering the Holy Mountain, give him some trouble if he has a chance. ”

The young man nodded with some excitement, "I'll let him know he's good. If you break one leg, I'll see what other warcraft is willing to get close to him. ”

The ghost eyes twinkled slightly, his eyes flashed a bright glint, and his memory slowly came to mind decades ago.

……

“Brother Nightingale, you're about to become a knight. Why does your spiritual power rise so fast? Is there a secret? Will you teach me? ”

“cultivation depends on one's own efforts, and there are no shortcuts to follow. ”

“Mm-hmm. Must have been the teacher who taught you special training methods. Otherwise, you're three years older than me. Why would you be a knight? ”

“Pa--”

“How dare you hit me? Don't you dare hit me...”

“You are the one who beat you. If you dare to say otherwise, I will break your limbs and throw you out of the main shrine. Get away from me. Don't let me see you again. ”

That year, he was twelve years old and fifteen years old at night.

……

“Ghost Martial, if there's a chance, break that kid's limbs.” Coldly said, ghost, this is the big step forward.

The arrogant ghost stunned slightly, "Break your limbs! Isn't that cruel? But I like it.” The colour of darkness flickered from his face.

Walking forward at night, Warmer's face is still so cold that he can familiarize himself with his dragon morning but can clearly feel the emotional fluctuations of the teacher a little unstable.

“Teacher, is that your enemy?” Long Hao Chen asked in silence.

Night Hua glanced at him, "I was at the same door. Shucheng, adjacent to the headquarters of the Temple Union, one of the largest main towns. My teacher, the Knights League Templar Knight. Has mystery silver base armor. Once I, thirteen years old, entered the main hall of Shucheng, fifteen years old broke through the third order, and was honored as the first day of Shucheng in a hundred years. It was the teacher who handed down the disciple. But one step to heaven, one step to hell, when I was discovered that the innate spiritual power was nine, genius turned into waste. I worked for another two years at the main shrine of Shucheng, and my inner spiritual training was incredibly slow. So the teacher kicked me out of Shucheng's main hall. And among the people responsible for driving me away, there are ghosts. Ironically, I'm the most vehement word of crap, and that's him. ”

After all this, Nightingale closed her mouth as if she had just said something that she had nothing to do with. But the pace at his feet accelerated sharply, spurred by his spiritual powers, moving forward like an arrow.

Dragon Hao Chen's fists couldn't help but hold tight, his heart darkened to swear, this disgrace of the teacher, will definitely help him wash himself. Though Night Hua was very simple, he could imagine that the teacher must have been greatly inspired to become like this. And the ghost, obviously, is one of the fighters.

Looking back at the ghost father and son who had fallen outside their hundreds, the dragon's clear pale golden eyes revealed a faint light.

Hundreds of miles is nothing to them. Less than an hour's work, the dragon's dawn has followed the night to the Knights' Sacred Mountain.

The closer you get to the Knight's Holy Mountain, the more intense the light elements become. The fog of pale golden glow rises ahead, as a hidden peak rises. Obviously, the Knight's Holy Mountain refers not to a mountain, but to a mountain range. The fog seemed to disperse a lot as they approached, so that nothing could be seen clearly.

Gradually, they entered the pale golden light fog range, and Dragon Hao was surprised to discover that this pale golden light fog seemed to be a very pure light element, and after entering the light fog, the light element was at least five times more than the outside world, with no impurities.

“Feel it. The light element here is much more intense than the outside world. The mountain range of Knight Holy Mountain itself is a formidable legal formation, stamped by a mountain peak. These light elements are also absorbed by the law array. If our knights are able to practice here, they will do half the work. But, obviously, that's not possible. Because it is the presence of these light elements that suppresses the anger of these beasts. Therefore, no knight is allowed to practice in the Knight's Holy Mountain. Not even the elders on guard. Otherwise, once the balance of light elements within the array has been disrupted, it is likely to cause a monster riot within it. Once you're inside, it's okay for your body to work on its own, but you can't practice in a meditative way. ”