Although the old man sat down cross-legged, his attention had not faded from Jiang's body, and the old man's original intention to win had become a little anxious after Jiang's penetrating skills.

The old man knew that he couldn't have the ability to pass through so many blue block skills at once, but this match was like his last chance, and the old man came to this game completely desperately.

Although the old man is not a person in the three families, he is actually a capable and prestigious technician, and the scattered people are indeed like a plate of loose sand in the eyes of outsiders, there is no clear leader, and all the technicians are doing their own things.

The old man is also like this, so he is not familiar with Jiang, who is also a scattered person, even if they are also friends, this competition will not take care of anything for the old man. In recent years, the old man has had an inexplicable feeling that if he can't go to the tower, his life should be lost in the near future.

The old man has always been unable to estimate this time, maybe tomorrow, maybe next month, maybe next year, when the old man has no bottom at all, but he can be sure that he will die.

In the face of death, everyone is weak, and the old man is no exception, and the skilled master can live longer than ordinary people in this world, but it is only a matter of a few decades. The higher your ability, the longer you will live, and some of the people who have been in the tower have lived for hundreds of years.

This is completely an opportunity for the old man who has anticipated his own death, a chance to let himself live. If you can successfully enter the tower, you may be able to continue your life until the end.

The old man knew that his ability had reached a bottleneck, his blood was already full of skills, and he could no longer have spare blood to practice new skills, and he didn't know how to condense the existing skills, everything had reached a bottleneck. The old man even thought about injecting other people's blood into his own body and flowing with his own blood, but for the skill, it was not so simple to exchange blood.

The blood that the old man divided was full of his skills, not to mention, his own skills were reduced because of this, and at the same time, although the blood that entered the body could operate normally in the body, it could not be fused with the blood that originally had skills, and the blood of others could not be used as a medium for skills. It's obviously the blood of the Skill Master, but after entering the old man's body, it becomes ordinary blood, and it does not have any characteristics of the Blood of the Skill Master.

The old man believed that what he did must be done by other skilled masters, after all, it would not be his problem to reach the maximum saturation in the blood, a person's ability is always limited, once he reaches this limit, he needs external forces to make him break through, otherwise he will always be limited there.

The old man even thought of the great sinner from hundreds of years ago, where did his powerful skills come from, not to mention that he was invincible even now. Otherwise, this system of the Qing family will not be maintained forever, the old man knows that this system was actually created by Aoba alone, and the system that was able to be created and maintained by Aoba alone at that time now requires a lot of Qing family talents to maintain.

Aoba has been given the name of a great sinner for hundreds of years, but no one can hide his brilliance, but beyond the brilliance is more unacceptable darkness. Killing his own daughter is not a sufficient reason to become a sinner through the ages, no one gives the real reason why Aoba became a sinner in the world, in the world that the old man saw, there are many family members who hurt each other, and the world cannot eliminate such selfish and perverted people.

As long as people live, everything can be solved, there is no need to use their own death and the death of others to solve the problem, once a person dies, it is too late to solve anything, nothing can be solved. Although the old man has never been able to understand the thoughts of people who hurt each other before, but recently the old man has a vague feeling that if there is a way to make him break through and let him continue his life, it doesn't matter how many people he kills, it doesn't matter if everyone betrays his relatives and leaves, as long as he can live

The old man gradually discovered something important at the end of his life, and also understood why people make crazy moves in despair or desperate situations, and if they didn't really come to the end, no one would be willing to cut off all their back roads. As a Technician, he has already climbed to the middle of the mountain, and he is already a person standing at the top of the tower, but if he wants to participate in such a competition, once he becomes a companion, the path as a Technician will be also broken. But all this has become insignificant in front of one's own life, as long as you live, as long as you can live, many things have a chance to change.

The old man sat cross-legged on the ground, and the game around him continued, and the lights of his place gradually dimmed because of the old man's rest, as if it gave the old man enough light to rest, if he had fought for a day, he would definitely be a little tired and drowsy under such light.

There is also a grid like the old man's light, which is the grid where Jiang is located. Now that the light from the outside world has all dimmed, Jiang's lattice has gradually dimmed when the old man is still competing, relying only on the moonlight from the outside world and the dim light above his lattice.

With such a light as it was just right, Jiang Suo just lay down, his head resting on his hands behind his back, and lying in the middle of the lattice with his eyes shut, his even breathing looked like he was asleep.

Qinglin sat on the pumice stone, looking at the two grids that were much darker than the surroundings, both of them were taking advantage of this opportunity to rest, but Jiang's way of resting looked more direct and more comfortable.

Qing Lin looked at the two of them and couldn't help but feel that it was not a capable skill master who loved to have long hair, he himself knew that the length of his hair had nothing to do with his skills, but now these two people on the field are both long-haired, and they are still two men. Qinglin couldn't help but imagine what he looked like with long hair, whether he would be directly recognized as a woman by others, and if he thought about it, he would give up, after all, he was an iron-clad man.

Qinglin wanted to watch other people's games, but inexplicably felt that he couldn't arouse his interest, and when he was watching it just now, he felt that someone was deliberately putting on a show, and it should be just to win the appreciation of the three family patriarchs.