Shen Yin Wang Zuo

The Son of Light is stronger, only he is powerful, and the role that Night Hua can play can help all six temples!

Night Hua this cry is a full moment, crying eyes red, soaked dragon morning shoulder collar. It took him a long time to restrain his emotions.

Turning around, he pounced and knelt down in front of Han Qiu, “Thank you, Saint Knight Lord. ”

Han smiled slightly and shook his head. “You're welcome. If you don't mind, you don't have to go back to Hao Yuecheng. Follow me later. My husband is willing to teach you many years of practice. ”

How intelligent Night Hua is, he is a generation of ghosts, hurry to pray again, "The disciple meets the master. ”

Han Chun laughed and lifted him up with his hands. "It was the husband who took advantage of you. You, the future, will certainly become a shining star in our Knight Temple, and I'm afraid the achievement will not be beneath your precious apprentice. ”

Dragon Hao looked at the teacher and hurried to the front. "The disciple, Dragon Hao, met his master in the morning. ”

Han Qianna called a satisfied person, he was a cool character, and suddenly very unimaginable haha laughed. Han Yu on one side looked at the scene, and there was still a little haze left in his heart. Not to mention that his main knight is Grandpa's apprentice grandson, but this talent suppression sharing in Long Hao Chen directly elevated his talent to 80 o'clock, so he was already thinking about whether to discuss with Grandpa to extend this from the knight's time.

Looks like the innate inner spiritual energy of Night Hua has improved by more than forty years, with the greatest benefits. But in fact, Han Yu even got more benefits than he did.

Originally, Han Yu's innate spiritual power was 63. Although he is already a genius, it is difficult to become a Knight of Divine Impression in the future. In the records of the Knight's Temple, strong men who can become Knights of Divine Imperial Innate Spirituality are almost all over seventy, without such talent it would take several times as much effort to make it possible.

Seventy innate spiritual powers are the body of angels of light, and eighty innate spiritual powers are the body of divine protection. In other words, his talent was directly elevated by two levels in the midst of Dragon Hawk's talent suppression and sharing. If you don't die, it's only a matter of time before you cross the ninth order! How can Han Yu not be excited? What's wrong with being an obedient knight? Such a huge boost in talent is worth even being a knight for 20 years!

“I didn't expect so much from this trip. Ha ha.” Han Zheng was very proud to say, "Well, let's get down to business. Early in the morning, you won the top ten places in the preliminary period. According to the rules, our temple is to reward you with a weapon. I heard from your third group, our Knight Temple Supervisor, that your weapon was badly damaged. In that case, go ahead and pick up your prize from our Knight Temple. ”

“The temple reward weapon depends on your luck. Han Yu will take you to the Temple Treasure Palace in the morning, and he will tell you what to do. Anyway, you have now determined the location of the third set of headlines, so you won't have to compete tomorrow. Your teacher worships me as a teacher, you are also my apprentice grandson. When the husband returns, he will also prepare a meeting gift for each of you, which will be sent to you tomorrow. How could my apprentice Han's grandson not even have a bodysuit? Xiaoyu, from now on, you are the dawn obedience, how to do it yourself understand. ”

Han Yu hurried respectfully: “Yes, Grandpa. I will definitely study carefully from my master and will not disappoint you again. ”

Han Qiang left, and Night Hua eagerly practiced herself in the room. Dragon Hao took Han Yu back to his room.

“Brother Han, look at this, you can call my name straight from now on. Always calling me master, I think it's a little awkward.” Long Hao Chen spoke very sincerely to Han Yu.

Han Yu immediately shook his head resolutely. “How can this be done? Rituals are irrevocable, I am your champion, and naturally I will call you master.” He has now made up his mind to hang out with Dragon Dawn in the future. Son of Light! It's too promising to follow him. Han Yu can't admire Grandpa anymore, and Grandpa's eyes are too strong. To be a servant of the Son of Light is a glory, not a disgrace.

Long Haochen persuaded him for half a day, but Han Yu refused to say anything. Helpless, I had to arrange a place for him to stay first.

The next morning, Han Yu took the dragon to the Temple Treasure Palace. Before leaving, Long Hao asked Li Xin to tell Zhaier that he might be back late today, so let Zhaier not wait for him.

The Temple Treasure Palace is part of the Grand Trial Site of the Alliance. Like the Grand Test Grounds, it is jointly owned by the six main temples.

Located behind the Guild Grand Trial Site, Treasure Palace is a place that doesn't look eye-catching.

From the outside, it's just a regular hexagonal building, and it seems to cover only a few hundred square meters. At best, it's like a more luxurious home.

In front of the door, two old men in clothes were sitting there chatting in a chair, looking very relaxed.

“Two seniors, please. Han Yu, descendant of Han Dynasty, was ordered by the head of the Saint Knight of Han Dynasty to bring the Temple Earth Knight Dragon to pick up the prize in the early morning.” Han Yu respectfully went ahead.

Dragon Hao did not dare to be lazy. He joined him in greeting the two old men.

The two old men were fat and thin, and the fat old man had some baldness, big stomach poop, and his shirt was unbuttoned and his chest was open. The thin old man is like a bamboo rod, looking at it like a wind can scrape it down.

“Um, token.” The thin old man said lightly.

Han Yu hurried over and handed over a token.

The skinny old man nodded, "You wait here, Dragon. Come with me. ”

“Yes." Long Hao agreed, following the skinny old man to the treasure palace, Han Yu stood still at the door.

The skinny old man brings the dragon to the treasure cabinet. Upon entering the door, Dragon Hao carefully observed one of the most important places in the Holy City.

The lobby of the Treasure Palace is small and only about 100 square meters. On the central ground, is a six-mounted pattern that occupies the entire ground.

The door behind them is closed and the six walls are surrounded by a giant stroke on each wall.

The main characters of the brush are people, six walls, six people. From the way they dress, it is precisely the professors who belong to the six main temples. The people in these six paintings look very young. Among them, the priest's temple and the soul's temple are women.

The thin old man walked to the center of the six stars in the lobby and stopped. He turned around and gazed at the dragon for a few mornings. He hummed: “Turns out you are the dragon morning. I don't see any good places either. ”

Dragon Hao stunned for a moment, "Senior, do you know me? ”

The skinny old man was very rude: “I don't know.” After saying this, he moved slightly under his feet and stepped in the six-mounted star toward the knight's wall.

Dragon Hao did not feel any spiritual fluctuations, but the knight's wall lit up.

The skinny old man lifted his right hand and in the dawn dragons seemed to have something similar to a badge in his hand, flashing towards the knight's wall. Suddenly, the wall was hallucinating, and the knights on it were as if they were alive.

“Knight Temple, pick up.” The skinny old man shouted. Suddenly lifted a foot and kicked it in the dragon's morning ass.

His movements were so fast that the dragon haze did not react at all. He just felt all numb and could not provoke any spiritual power. The whole person had already flew directly towards the wall marked with a knight.

Dragon Hao cried out in astonishment, just when he thought he was going to at least hit his body with severe pain, all of a sudden, everything around him became illusory, and his body just didn't go into the wall to disappear.

Looking at the wall with the knight pattern, the skinny old man hummed twice, "Fourteen-year-old knight of the earth, barely force it. I don't see anything particularly good. Loss, loss. Why is the girl so cheap? Is this Knight Temple little bastard really cheap? I really want to pinch this kid. ”

As he said, he exclaimed at the fat old man who had sat across from him before walking out again. "What do you say? ”

The skinny old man glared at him, "Not so good. Not suitable for my family. ”

The fat old man laughed. "Don't tell me that, you should talk to old man Yang. ”

The thin old man sat down again. He didn't even look at Han Yu beside him. He hummed twice. "Ask old Yang to settle the bill sooner or later. All my life, that old thing has taken advantage of me. Lin Lin Lao, this also makes his little bastard take advantage of me so much. ”

The fat man laughed: “I have to be fair. It's not for the grandson of old man Yang. What does it matter with old man Yang? ”

Skinny old man's face suddenly gets weird, "You talk about this, I'm having a little fun. Old Yang's grandson, it's better than this. Ha ha, the other day, that bastard was almost scrapped by my girl. You didn't see that wonderful look on Old Man Yang's face when he came to me. Haha, for the first time in so many years, I've seen him eat so much. But the old man wasn't in the mood for a while, and I heard it was for the son of a bitch. What the hell is this? My Assassin Temple is like the Knight Temple I owe them. ”

Han Yu stood beside him and raised his ears to listen, in vain, he had heard a little ni.

Right now, the skinny old man turns around and says, "Listen to what you're saying, get out of the way.” With a wave, Han Yu felt only a strong passing, and the whole man flew dozens of meters away like a cloud-driving mist.

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Today is the third birthday, the third is old again, please help me pray that youth will live forever, so that I can write many years for everyone. Huh.

Everyone's blessings are seen by the Third Son, sincere thanks. For eight years, it was you who accompanied Lao San along the way. Every time I was tired and tired of writing, I would think of you and you gave me the impetus to create continuously. Thank you, thank you very much.

This chapter does not ask for any votes. The old man just wanted to say a few words of gratitude, more than 20 million words, the twelfth work. Perhaps I don't like every book, but over the years, I've really written it seriously. At least the third son can afford to be engaged.

A lot of my friends have asked me how long I have to write. I told you, I have to be at least 40 years old. As long as the body allows it.

I'm getting older, I'm actually writing a little slower, and I'm proactive, because I want to be able to write slower and more sophisticated in return for your support.

It is my sincere hope that I will be able to write for eight years and eight years. If I am 80 years old and I am here with you, it will be the greatest happiness and achievement of my life.

Thanks again and bow ninety degrees. It's good to have you with us. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com) and your support is my biggest motivation.)