Shen Yin Wang Zuo

When I heard the reminder of Night Hua, I felt a little sorry for Long Hao Chen Pause. However, after entering the area, he clearly felt the speed of the swirling of the funnel around the inner hearth furnace of his chest clearly accelerate. Even without meditation, his spiritual uplift will not be much slower here.

“Common name.” A low old sound sounds at this point.

Dragon Hao was surprised. With the improvement of cultivation, his mental strength grew stronger. He did not know that his use of skills consumed less spiritual power was not only caused by the body of the Son of Light, but powerful mental power also played a considerable role. But at this point, he didn't even notice anyone approaching.

“The Shadow Shadow of Shucheng Lord's Palace came to the Holy Mountain to pick up his riding companion. ”

The shadow flashed, and the ghost that had always fallen behind with his son approached him, stood beside the Master of the Night Hua and the Dragon Dawn.

An old figure slowly emerges from the front, his body is like a part of a pale golden mist of light whose breath is completely covered by the mist of light.

The old man has some hunchbacks, don't say armor, he doesn't even have samurai clothes on him, just simple grey clothes. The bald top is surrounded by a few sparse gray hairs, a wrinkle on one face can definitely act as an instrument for catching mosquito flies, and there is no splendor in the dull eyes. The candlestick looks like a windswept wind could end this life.

“Hao Moon Hall Night Hua, bring your disciple Dragon to the Holy Mountain in the morning to pick up riding companions.” Night chill sounds, even here, his habits can't change.

The old man came very slowly and approached him. After seeing his face in the morning, Dragon Hao couldn't help but freak out.

The old man had only one arm, his left arm broken, his right eye blind, and a huge scar on his face that stretched from the top of his head to his mandible. It was as if his head had been split open.

While looking at the look of the old man, Dragon Dawn also found that his cold teacher, at this time, actually showed a respectful look in his eyes and slowly prayed to the old man. So is the ghost on the other side.

Dragon Hao did not dare to be lazy and hurried to follow the teacher respectfully.

Though Ghost Martial Arts also followed his father to worship, his eyes brought out a few points that he didn't think were true. He has been a proud son of heaven since childhood in the main shrine of the shrine. Whether he is in the temple of the knight or in the shrine of the shrine, it is not polite to see him. It is somewhat reluctant to say goodbye to such a handicapped elderly person during such a candle-disabled year.

The old man swept away from the four people in front of him with a slightly dull old voice: “Take out your vouchers. ”

“Yes." The ghost and Night Hua answered in unison, and the ghost was one step closer, passing a scroll. Nightingale glanced at him coldly and followed a scroll.

The old man first looked at the scroll on the ghost pass and nodded. Then when I looked at the scroll on the night delivery, my mouth shouted softly. I couldn't help but look at the dragon in the morning and gaze him up and down.

Dragon Hao Chen knows implicitly that this scroll contains all the records of his entry into Hao Moon Hall, naturally including his age and cultivation.

At this time, he was watched by an elderly man with a sense of impenetrability all over his body, as if that dull eye had a powerful penetrating power.

The old man's eyes quickly swept through him and waved to Ghost Martial Arts, "Come here. ”

The ghost shadow touched his son and gave him a look.

Ghost Wu hurriedly walked forward, at least ostensibly respectfully.

The old man lifted his arms, seemed to fall casually on the shoulder of the ghost martial arts, the body of the ghost subconscious slightly moved, seemed to struggle, but when that lean palm fell on his shoulder, his whole person instantly stiffened, unable to move by half.

A drop of sweat flowed down the ghost brains door, and he clearly felt that the old man's palms were like mountains, letting him do whatever he wanted to do, like a mud cow entering the sea.

“Well, eighteen. Permission granted. You can go now.” The last sentence is for ghost shadows.

With a flip of his wrist, he added a long striped token to his slender palm, which was all black. He handed the token into the hands of the Ghost Warrior, saying: “If you encounter different levels of warcraft, the token will appear in different colors. The lowest level of warcraft in the Holy Mountain is level 2, and the corresponding color is red, and so on, yellow, green, blue, blue, purple, white, silver. The ninth level is the ultimate. If golden, then an aggressive warcraft is encountered, as long as it does not show intimacy to you at the first time, get away from it as quickly as possible. If you have a warcraft close to you, try communicating with your mind. If you are unwilling to communicate with them, continue to look for them on your own until you know where to find them. The time limit is 30 days. If no suitable warcraft has been found within 30 days, the token will appear in red gold. You will be sent out in 20 seconds and the token will be withdrawn. Do you understand? ”

“Yes.” Ghostbusters said yes.

The old man held the scroll in his hand and suddenly turned into flying ash, a grey energy fluttered out and dissolved into a black token in his hand. The halo on the token flashes back to normal.

“Thank you, Senior.” The ghost respectfully saluted the elderly and turned away from the holy mountain range. The ghost martial arts did not dare to be lazy. He glanced at the dragon not far away in the morning and walked into the pale golden fog, disappearing instantly.

The old man waved to Long Hao, “Your turn, young man, let the old man touch the bone age. See if you can really surprise my husband. ”

“Yes.” Longhao glanced at the teacher and slowly stepped forward, respectfully standing in front of the old man.

The old man also put his hands on his shoulders and a warm sensation came in. Dragon Hao did not move, just stood there quietly.

A moment later, the old man flashed a shock in his eyes and, after retracting his hand, gauged him up and down again.

“Hao Moon Hall.” The old man sighed.

“The younger generation is here.” Take the first two steps on the Night China, respectfully salute.

The old man glanced at Nightingale and said: "Where did you find this little monster? I'm not even fourteen. He has become a great knight. And over a thousand spiritual powers. Even when that little dragon star came here decades ago, he didn't seem to have the gift. This is real genius! Will you report it to the temple and train him by the temple? ”

Night Hua's complexion slightly changed. He didn't expect that the mountain elder in front of him had moved his love for Dragon Hao Chen. Think about it, even a strange century-old like him may not appear.

“Seniors, either the younger generation doesn't want to, it's just that in six months it will be the Demon Hunt Competition. The younger generation has confidence and his teaching is no worse than anyone else's. ”

The old man nodded, thinking slightly, "Okay. My husband is too lazy to take care of the foreign affairs. It's up to you. Boy, did you hear what I just said? ”

Long Hao Chen respectfully said: “Listen carefully. ”

The old man nodded, "Then go too. Unlike him, however, you can have an extra privilege to break through the Grand Knight within the age of twenty. If you haven't found a ride that fits you within thirty days, you can randomly acquire a Warcraft from another position as a mount by entering the Transmission Battalion at the Peak of the Holy Mountain. However, if you drag it to that point, you will only have a chance and you will surely find the right warcraft for you, but it will be hard to say if you are strong or weak, even if it could be a level 1 warcraft. So how hard do you have to work in the 30 days of the Holy Mountain? Do you understand?”