The Conjuror Xena: 012: Number of places entered

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Looking at the broken ice in a **** area, and the bodies of two important disciples of the Hou family. Fan Da swallowed fiercely, never dare to believe what happened before him!

Fan Da has no way of knowing what happened in the wall of flames. He only knew that the beautiful girl in front of him had the power to kill the Nineth-order God of War, even though his aura was only about rank five or six! And the young Master Long who didn't make a lot of shots, his hidden combat power is probably astonishing!

Looking at Enchanting and Long Jue, Fan Da's eyes were filled with awe.

Long Jue waved his hand gently, and two family certificates emblazoned with the Hou family's family crest flew out of the arms of the two brothers and sisters of the Hou family. It seemed that the two were also the core disciples sent by the Hou family into the Secret Realm.

In addition to the certificate, the enchanting also scoured the storage space of the two of them. Apart from the fact that there are more diamond coins, there are no surprising items. It's a pity that the body of the Patriarch Nahou and his storage bag have been included With the frozen soul, the ice burst into slag, otherwise I am afraid that some good treasures will be found in this lofty Patriarch.

Of course... Adhering to the good tradition of not being wasted, the bodies of the two Hou's brothers and sisters were also directly sucked into the reincarnation pot.

After a few breaths, the ground was clean, not to mention blood stains, and there were no traces of fighting. The three Hou family members have since evaporated out of thin air, and the other high-ranking members of the Hou family who later discovered that the family members have disappeared will definitely not be able to chase here through the breath.

Clean and decisive!

Looking at Enchanting and Long Jue's skillful methods of cleaning the scene, Fan Da only felt that his throat was dry and his back was chilly. If I had just murdered these two young men, then the one who was bubbling in the infiltrating moon-white small cauldron at this time... is it his own body? !

Looking at Long Jue's faintly glowing family crest certificate, the little girl who could tell the fortune-telling suddenly smiled.

She rubbed her little hand and slowly moved to Long Jue's side, leaning against his leg coquettishly, shaking her head and acting coquettishly: "Oh, Brother Long, you said Xiao Wu is not accurate? Now you are not in the hall anymore. There is no black mist, only a burst of red light soaring into the sky, which is lucky! There are also peach blossoms flying in, something good is coming, hehehehe..." The little girl broke her fingers and counted all the compliments she would use in order. Once again, especially the last four laughs of the ghost animal...especially impressive.

Long Jue lowered his head, looked at this lovely girl and couldn't help but smile, and put out his finger to poke her forehead hard.

"People are big and small."

"When you were in the teahouse, you said that after the disaster...but it brought you a lot of benefits?!" Long Jueyang held up the family crest certificate he snatched from the Hou brothers and sisters. The girl's inquiring meaning.

"Wow! My brother is not only close to the wind, but also smart! If Xiao Wu grows up, she will definitely grab her brother from her sister!" Xiao Wu saw the family crest certificate in Long Jue's hand, and her eyes would not move. Now, deep longing gleams in the dark eyes. There is no Long Jue in his eyes, only the certificate of dim light.

Puff! Enchanting couldn't help laughing out loud.

"No way, no way." Enchanting immediately waved her hands: "Brother Long can grab it with you, but the certificate can never be given to you. How old are you? Eleven? Twelve? Although you are already a Tier 4 primary God of War, you 'S strength is too weak. If you enter the Secret Realm, I'm afraid... Xiao Wu can't go there anyway."

The enchanting eyes flashed, but the second half didn't come out... I'm afraid it's impossible to come out alive in twenty years!

Because Xiao Wu is innocent and cute, she can't watch this girl ruin the killing field of the strong.

"But Xiao Wu must go." The little girl sighed. "Although they are only 78 years old this year."

Puff!

She took a bit of blood enchantingly. She had maintained her appearance at eighteen and was very unkind. She didn't expect that there would be someone more cheating! This girl... Seventy-eight!

"Is seventy-eight big?" Xiao Wu looked a little puzzled. "Isn't my sister at least one hundred sixty seventy?"

"I...I, twenty..." The corners of the enchanting mouth twitched.

A number that made a small heart crack in half was vomited enchantingly.

"What?" Now it's the little girl's turn to breathe in air-conditioning at the same time as Fan Da! "You, you,...you're not kidding, are you? Twenty?!" The two jaws fell to the ground at the same time!

Although there are a lot of Tier 6 powerhouses in the early Yuan Dynasty, those who can reach the peak of Tier 6 before the age of 180 are all talented and charming geniuses. If discovered by the sect, they will definitely recruit. The core disciple who is the key to training, but the enchanting claims that he is only twenty years old!

This is even more surprising than the fact that she can kill the ninth-level Patriarch of the Hou Family! It's scary! With her, those who think they are geniuses have to find tofu to kill them? !

Compared with Xiao Wu and Fan Da’s surprise, Enchanting feels very calm. Longlong is only more than 20 points. If it were not for the entry requirements of the prehistoric Secret Realm, the cultivation level must be suppressed, I am afraid that Longlong would have reached it long ago. Above level seven. Therefore, there is really nothing to be proud of at the sixth-order peak of twenty years old.

The enchanting forget...Long Jue, who is with her, is obviously not a person who can be measured by normal thinking...It can only be said that enchanting and Long Jue’s two perverts are based on each other as a comparison standard, although They look pleasing to each other... but in the eyes of others, they are completely two incomprehensible evildoers!

"Xiao Wu, can't you figure out how old I am?"

"Can't..." Xiao Wu's mouth still couldn't close in surprise. She muttered tremblingly: "Your sky is covered, and you can't see the way or the way to go. Maybe it's because my practice is not enough... Wow... Are you really only twenty years old, Yao Yao? Ah! People seem to be so much younger than you, I still want to call your sister...oooooooo..."

Xiao Wu's mind is still entangled in the issue of age and refuses to give up.

"Okay...well...you can also call me Yaoyao." At the thought of calling "Senior Xiaowu" to such a small girl, the enchanting wanted to vomit blood. So she immediately agreed to Xiao Wu's request.

Anyway, among the summoners of the God of War, the existence of age is quite slim. In the sect, only the strong are regarded as teachers, even if those who become elders and seniors are a hundred years younger than ordinary disciples. So this "elder sister" is just for her to be two orders of strength higher than Xiao Wu!

"Then... Enchanting sister, Long brother, give Xiao Wu a family crest proof..."

Xiao Wu's eyes flashed with complicated light, and she was sure to gain entry into the prehistoric and mysterious realm.

"Xiao Wu’s master did not ask Xiao Wu to participate in the cultivation of the Secret Realm, saying that my combat power is too low. But Xiao Yu has worked hard for 20 years to calculate a hexagram for himself, the Guaxiang said My trip was accompanied by a big culprit and good luck. Once I found a lucky star, not only everything went smoothly, but also a huge crisis in the sect could be resolved within 500 years. So I slipped out of the sect by myself."

This girl originally counted her fate for herself, but it took twenty years of cultivation to calculate it, and this cost was too great.

"My sect line, because too many secret secrets have been leaked, resulting in short lives. The strongest holy king is only in the seventh-order God of War, and the strongest can not survive 16 Jiazi. So the same sect brothers can only Relying on helping people to calculate the secrets to seek the blessing of the big forces. But the more important the secrets, the more expensive it is to calculate. The previous sage kings and the previous sacred kings were killed by the power of the curse of the heavens. Of."

Xiao Wu talked about her life experience to Enchanting and Long Jue. A Jiazi is only sixty years old, and all the prophets who deduced the heavens did not live to be nine hundred and sixty years old. This is indeed very short for the long-lived War God Realm Summoner.

The little girl continued to tell: "When I arrive at Xiao Wu, the next generation of Saint Kings is likely to be the grandfather of the Master who raised me. If Xiao Wu did not make a mistake, the great danger of the sect within 500 years is Landing on his old man, Xiao Wu didn't want to see his grandfather being swallowed by the heavens... So even if it was a big fierce, Xiao Wu also wanted to find a chance to crack the sect's big hexagram in the sect."

Xiao Wu said, tears streaming down her eyes, and she looked enchanting and Long Jue agitated.

Especially enchanting, I feel the same! Listening to the story told by Xiao Wu, she remembered her master, the old man of blood. What she is doing now is not just hoping to do all of her strength before the blood of the dragon’s blood pool runs out of life. Is he rescued?

This kind of mood cannot be stopped by the threat of life or death! Enchanting knew that even if she didn't help Xiao Wu, Xiao Wu would definitely think of other ways to get into the prehistoric secret realm!

A bleak certificate of Hou's family crest suddenly floated in front of Xiao Wu.

"Okay, go, big deal, I and Long Jue will protect you for twenty years." Enchanting said seriously.

She changed her original decision and chose to help this girl survive in the prehistoric realm because Xiao Wu's mental journey was the same as herself. Enchanting hoped that she and Xiao Wu could achieve their final wishes.

"Really?" Holding the radiant family crest certificate, Xiao Xiao suddenly yelled in surprise! "Thank you Yaoyao! Ahhhhh! I am so happy! I have stolen for many days without getting the admission certificate! Sister Yaoya! Sister Yaoya! Thank you!"

This joyous atmosphere was also infected with enchantment, and she walked forward holding Xiao Wu's hand.

After such a disturbance, most of the day has passed, and tomorrow will be the official opening time of the Secret Realm. You have to return to a crowded place and continue to inquire about intelligence.

At the same time, another family crest certificate floated gently into Fan Da's hand, and the light on the certificate illuminated the big man's face.

Fan Da, holding the heavy certificate, looked at the three figures in front of him in astonishment.

Young Master Long and Miss Enchanting did not give him any other explanations, instead they gave him what he had always wanted when they parted.

Fan Da's eyes flashed with a sharp glow, as if two thoughts were constantly struggling in his heart, but this struggle was only a moment, and the rising firmness immediately replaced hesitation! Fan Da stepped forward and knelt respectfully towards the back of Enchanting and Long Jue.

Puff!

"Master, if you don't dislike it, Fan is willing to follow the two masters!"

Hearing Fan Da's voice, Long Jue's mouth raised a faint smile.

He had just thrown out the second family crest to prove that he had anticipated this ending. Although Fan Da was born in a humble background, the combat power of the fifth-tier peak cannot be ignored. Although there are hidden troops in the ring of control, the enchanting It is the last hole card that is the same as a killer, and it will not be easily revealed.

Be able to win over this brawny man, and walk in the wilderness as a cover. Anyway, the family crest proved to be snatched, just to be a favor.

"Want to follow? Then don't kneel, at least catch up with the two of us." A faint voice came. Long Jue and Enchanting didn't even stop, and continued to move forward.

Fan Da took a deep breath, his meridians boiled, and he felt relieved! Recognizing the Lord is not something that can be done verbally. This means that in the Secret Realm, no matter who Enchanting and Long Jue are enemies, he must take the lead and fight for his life!

But he doesn't regret it, because Fan Da feels that this may be the most important turning point in his life!

The prehistoric secret realm is about to be opened. The four continents of Eastland, Western Region, Southern Xinjiang, and Shuobei have their own entrances, so the young talents on each continent preparing to enter the secret realm are not all gathered together.

The day before the opening of the entrance to the Secret Realm in Chiba City, the entrance of the Western Regions, thousands of sect disciples and aristocrats have already welcomed.

Such a grand occasion also appeared in the Misty Peak of Eastland, the Blue Cloud Sea in Southern Xinjiang and the Icefall Plain in Shuobei.

At this time, in an unknown snow mountain very far away from the Shuobei Ice Meteor Plain, a team in white wolf fur clothes is marching hard...

"I'm freezing to death! Ghost weather!" The man in the lead kept pointing to the sky and cursing, his cheek was wrapped in a piece of torn wolf skin, but the ubiquitous cold wind still took him The beard froze into crystal icicles.

A group of dozens of people, obviously all of them are Gods of War above Tier 3, but in this bad weather, they can’t even fly in the air, because the blizzard is too violent, not just people, even if An elephant is placed in the sky, and a giant elephant with full tonnage can be blown away by the violent wind in an instant!

"Tusang..." While covering his face with his gloves, the headed man pulled up the only thin boy around him who was too thin but not cold.

"Hey..." The man squeezed the boy's clothes, sighed, and then put the wolf leather around his face on the boy's neck. This elder suddenly revealed his red face that had been cut by the wind and snow.

"Patriarch, Tusang is not cold."

The young man took the wolf skin off his neck with trepidation and handed it over to the patriarch respectfully.

"No, this is your grown-up gift."

The old patriarch waved his hand. Said with some guilt.

"Unfortunately, there is no chance to hold the coming-of-age ceremony for you in the stockade. There is no way. Our Snow Wolf Club has started to go downhill since the last domain owner died a hundred years ago. To our generation... alas, it's fast Removed from the Hundreds! It was hard to look forward to the ten thousand years of contention in the prehistoric secret realm, but after counting, only you, a child under 200 years old and barely able to protect himself, is eligible to participate in the entire stockade. Trial..."

As soon as I said this, the old patriarch's face was almost full of bitterness.

A Tier 4 primary God of War who has just turned sixteen at this moment, isn't he going to the **** battlefield to die? !

"Patriarch, don't worry, even if Tussang is dead, he will definitely not shame the Snow Wolf."

The skinny Tusan clenched his fist tightly. Like his fellow tribe, his left fist was painted with a ferocious roaring wolf head with a dye that could not be washed away.

Tribal Totem!

A hundred years ago, the horrifying "Snow Wolf Howling Ice" picture in one hundred Shubei's hundreds of years ago has become the mark of the most humble slave in this era.

Although the strength of the young Tusang is not strong, it is a miracle that he can be promoted to the fourth-tier junior war **** at the age of sixteen. This is a generous gift given to him by the ancestors' strong blood. It's a pity that the Snow Wolf Tribe, which is currently located in the last of the hundred branches of Shuobei, has no strength to protect his growth, and can only bury his excellent potential.

Shobei Continent does not have a strong sect, only the alliance of tribes and tribes, and the title of "Shuobei Hundreds" came from this.

In the battle for the interests of the Secret Realm, each of the Shubei Hundreds has at least five places to enter the Secret Realm that can be allocated to the tribe, but this upper-level blessing is another one for the Snow White Wolf. Give people a conversational resource. Because they choose to choose... only one child barely qualified.

"Tucang, you must remember to protect yourself when you are outside alone. It's really impossible. It's okay to cling to some big forces. Our Snow Wolf troops don't ask you to leave the ground, but please come back safely... , There are not many people..."

Once, the Snow Wolf Division was rich in the bravest warriors, but the melee a hundred years ago caused a lot of golden baht to flow into the purses of the superiors, while the Snow Wolf troops lost a large number of young people... Now there are only children without parents and old people without children.

So the old patriarch was very miserable when he said this. If he could disobey his superiors' management, he really didn't want to push a good seedling that had been so easy to appear in Snow Wolf this century. The ones sent by others are at least Tier 5 or above God of War, and Tussang has just been promoted to Tier 4 Elementary, isn't it obvious to be cannon fodder?

"Patriarch rest assured! Tussang will definitely come back!" Tussang swears solemnly to the sky with his hand that painted the tribal totem.

"It's late, you can go back."

Tusang ran forward holding the patriarch’s wolfskin scarf! Even in the vast snow, he can recognize the direction of the ancient teleportation formation hidden under the snow.

But this thin boy didn't take a few steps, and suddenly yelled at the patriarch in astonishment!

"Patriarch! Patriarch, come! Here is someone!"

The men from the Snow Wolf Club quickly gathered around, and a man with a naked upper body was half buried in the snow! His bright blonde hair dazzled in the sun. If the enchantment were here, I would scream in shock and excitement!

Because that is Aslant! Did you faint when you climbed out of the sea of ​​bitterness and climbed to the snow?

"Clan... Patriarch... Bring this uncle back to the stockade and save it!" Tusang said kindly.

"No..." After hesitating for a while, the old patriarch suddenly laughed: "Hahaha, see this man can sleep so sweetly in the polar regions without clothes, and there is a big lotus painted on his back. He must not be an ordinary person. !"

The old patriarch immediately squatted on the ground and quickly drew a wolf head on the back of Aslant's hand with the ink dye in the storage bag. Then excitedly said to Tucson:

"While he is not awake, he will directly carry it back to the prehistoric secret realm. There is no such thing as the advantage of the secret realm that the strong don't want to gain. Our Snow Wolf Ministry will give him this favor and ask him to protect your safety!"

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At 6:30 in the morning, I didn't sleep all night, it was already dawn, I went to fall. It's over, and the time is turned upside down. I have been a little tired of writing these days. I'm afraid I will post it later in the afternoon. I will post my message on the top of the specific time. Sorry everyone~

Also, today is the tenth day of Wangeng, after today, Rong Feather sleeps wildly for a few days, in July, let’s work harder~