Liu Fei walked blankly on the empty street, always feeling that something had been forgotten by himself.

But when you think about it, you can't think of anything.

He walked through a lonely mall, a winding mountain road, and a steep peak, for an unknown amount of time.

This thing, which should not be located in the same place, was walked by Liu Fei, and there was no sense of disobedience.

At least Liu Fei didn't feel it himself.

What exactly have you forgotten?

It was just a trance, and a warm light suddenly appeared around him.

The light was like a mother holding him, and Liu Fei's dazed heart suddenly calmed down.

He looked up, and after walking for so long, he finally saw a living person.

The man was extremely tall and strong, standing at the end of the street with his back to Liu Fei.

Liu Fei walked over quickly.

"Hello, where is this......?

The man turned around, and Liu Fei turned around and ran away without finishing his words.

Half of the man's face was so tattered that even his eyes were ......

Liu Fei ran, but the man didn't move, but showed a hideous but gentle smile: "What are you kid doing here, get out!"

Liu Fei: "???"

"Who are you?"

Liu Fei asked boldly, but the other party didn't reply, just smiled and waved his hand: "Come back, goodbye brother." ”

In another trance, the man disappeared again.

Liu Fei felt warmer in his body, and when he saw the big man disappear, he always felt an indescribable sadness in his heart.

He rushed out quickly, but as he ran, he noticed that the street landscape around him had changed, with ruined streets and burning cars everywhere.

Explosions kept sounding in front of him, and Liu Fei hurriedly hid and quietly looked forward.

He saw a fat figure, surrounded by three sins surging with filthy aura.

The terrifying battle between scholars can still be felt even from a distance.

Liu Fei wanted to escape, but a familiar feeling emerged in his heart, who was the greasy fat man?

The fat man inadvertently turned his head, his hair, which had been tossed from the battle, drooped recklessly on his fat face.

The fat man was very surprised to see Liu Fei.

"Is this where you're staying?

Liu Fei was furious.

Half of his face just now is like this, and so is this fat man.

Let Lao Tzu get out of here, where will Lao Tzu go!

Rumble!

A pillar of light suddenly appeared in the sky and shone directly on Liu Fei's body, and there seemed to be countless shouts in it, Liu Fei couldn't really hear it, but he could feel their mood.

"Liu Fei, come on!" Liu Fei silently repeated the words he vaguely heard.

Do I need to refuel?

Phineas has always been very good!

……

In the natural micro-space, dozens of great powers fully demonstrated the strength of their top scholars, forming a simple joint academic in a very short period of time, and sealing Liu Fei's scattered soul in a certain space.

The will of the Terrans is still growing.

Another figure appeared.

It's the master of Wang Er.

Mu Mu in the crowd recognized Wang Er, isn't this the old king head of Fei Ge?

He also bought skewers for the old king.

Wang Er looked a lot older, and even walked a little hard.

Lin Kun hurriedly walked over: "Master Wang Er, the will of the human race is constantly condensing, but we can't locate the historical line where Liu Fei is, so the will can't be completely transmitted into it, do you have a way?"

Wang Er shook his head first, then nodded again.

He looked at Liu Fei, who was stuck in the historical line, and said, "There is a way, but there is no way." ”

Lin Kun was anxious: "Don't be joking at this time." ”

Wang Er squinted, he saw Mu Mu in the crowd and greeted with a smile: "I'm not kidding, the historiography space can only be positioned by the supreme pioneer of the historiography school, as long as there is a supreme pioneer, Liu Fei will be safe." ”

Lin Kun: "......"

It's the same as if it wasn't said.

Although the school of history is one of the eight major disciplines, the temple of history is also ranked in the middle of the ranks of the schools of the human race.

But among all schools, only history has no supreme pioneer.

Doesn't this mean that Liu Fei is still not saved?

Wang Er looked at the students who kept cheering for Liu Fei until their voices were dumb, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Liu Fei, this kid likes to pretend the most, if he sees so many people cheering him on, I'm afraid his tail will be lifted to the sky. ”

Lin Kun didn't quite understand what Master Wang Er meant.

Wang Er said lightly to the masters and quasi-supremes present, "You all disperse." ”

Master Ban Zhao frowned: "Master Wang Er, what do you mean by this." ”

Wang Er was about fifty meters away from Liu Fei, which happened to be the edge of the soul particle.

He stretched out his hand, careful not to touch the soul particles, but also to be able to sense the breath in them.

Wang Er smiled, I don't know if he was talking to himself, or who to say: "You kid always said that you would take the old man to fly, but didn't you want to be saved by the old man like a salted fish?"

"However, I never thought that you would dare to choose eight main courses, you are a gentleman!"

"For the sake of your kid being ruthless enough, I will also show my hand to the old man, so that you, a hairy boy with low eyes, also knows what ginger is or old and spicy!"

Under the cameras of the newsgroup, countless people around the world saw the pale bearded and withered figure.

Wang Er looked up at the historical space vision that still existed in the sky, and there were reminiscences, nostalgia, and decline in his eyes.

He thought of the figure forty-six years ago, when he was the youngest master in the entire Holy Land of Science, and she was a scholar who had just graduated with a master's degree, and she didn't even dare to raise her head when she spoke.

Wang Er still remembers that day when the war broke out again, and for the first time she put on the uniform of a war scholar, and was happy like a child.

Wang Er took a light step, and the historiography under his feet could spread in all directions like seismic waves.

That vast power as the sky actually shocked the surrounding masters and even the quasi-supreme into the distance.

For a time, the entire heaven and earth were half the magnificent power of Wang Er's historiography, and half the will of the human race that became more and more majestic.

Back then, he only had the so-called righteousness in his heart, and he led the team to the battlefield again and again, never noticing the figure who had been silently guarding behind his back.

Until she blocked a fatal blow from Demon Scourge 8 for herself and lay dying in his arms, she couldn't say a word.

That face has long been blurred with the changes of the historical line, but Wang Er always remembers her last movement.

Pointing to his heart, and to hers.

Rumble!

Wang Er roared angrily, the thin old man was like a demon god in the world, and the violent historical storm swept the heavens and the earth, and even the entire celestial historiography space was wrapped in it.

In full view of everyone, the master of history Wang Er stepped into the quasi-supreme step!

The lines of history are becoming more and more distorted and mixed.

Wang Er turned his gaze to Liu Fei, and he said in a voice that no one could hear: "There can be supreme pioneers in any school in this world, but not historiography, I am looking forward to whether you can break this shackle." ”

Wang Er took another step, and the sky resounded with great whispers, mysteries, curses, and even roars, as if heaven and earth were about to collapse, full of disgusting and terrifying howls, filled with endless evil thoughts.

Wang Er looked up at the sky and sneered: "Long time no see!"

On this day, Wang Er, the most obscure historian of the historical school, stepped out in two steps and was promoted to the supreme pioneer.

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