The wind stopped at some point, and the fragrance of the surrounding plants seemed to be very faint, and here his senses became very low.

Lin Zhiyuan is not uninformed, on the contrary, he is very interested in the profession of mage, but he has never been able to get started.

There are two requirements for people in the formation mage, one is that the spiritual power must be strong, so strong that some things can have a certain connection according to their own wishes, and the other is understanding, without understanding, people cannot understand the structure of the array, the world of the array. The two conditions are indispensable, and for things that are not only in formation, it depends on the level of the formation, low-level, things are also more casual, but the minimum requirement is that those things must have some spirituality; In modern times, the former can only be satisfied, that is, Qing Wu explored many dangers and found two tombs that were more difficult to enter, and those two tombs were the great generals who fought on the battlefield in ancient times, and the eyes of the array were the swords and swords that they drank countless blood.

But in this world, it is much simpler, the captain's spiritual power is needless to say, and his comprehension is also first-class, as for the things used in the array, is there anything better to manipulate and more spiritual than spiritual power?

However, this time, the formation made Qing Wu toss for a while, and she didn't plan to fight head-on, so she had to bury her spiritual power in the soil first, and control their stability, and only open the formation after Lin Zhiyuan entered. The formation is not aggressive, but it can reduce the senses of the person entering the formation, and even control the gravity in the formation. Of course, Qing Wu hasn't activated that function yet.

Lin Zhiyuan watched the surroundings vigilantly, and he couldn't feel the wind and grass at all. The spirit becomes depressed and tired with the passage of time.

Qing Wu sat on the tree and watched the face of the man under the tree flash into a trance, a pair of beautiful eyes revealed a touch of brilliance, and the delicate little lotus flower in the palm of my right hand gradually scattered into particles and fell into the formation.

Immediately, the purple figure moved, holding a black cloth bag in his left hand for some time, facing Lin Ziyuan, who suddenly increased due to the gravity around him in an instant, as if he was stuck in a deep quagmire, and then the messy but full of fists that shattered mountains and rivers slapped on Lin Zhiyuan's body, especially taking care of the dog-like face of the pretending person. The captain still has a good impression of Jiang Yu, the first victim, and she is so cooperative with herself in the follow-up, so she decided to silently repay it.

Lin Zhiyuan really can't resist this unexpected black fight, he has no heart to think about grievances, resentment or something in extreme pain, he hopes that the other party will kill him at the moment, so as to avoid the pain of continuing to be abused, for the first time he hates the powerful system of divine soldiers so much.

The only thing he remembered before he fell unconscious was a flash of purple clothes, and he thought he would never forget it in his life.

Qing Wu pinched the Aoki key that he had just found while playing, and walked out of two thousand meters without breathing, walking towards the center of the Qingling Ancient City, where the Qingling Inheritance was in the central square of this ancient city.

When Lin Zhiyuan's figure appeared in the open space because the spiritual power of the array was exhausted, Lin Fang didn't recognize it for a while, especially the unrecognizable face, how miserable it was, how unbearable it was, how much it was impossible to look at directly, and finally because of that dress and the special storage ring of the Lin family, he dared to be sure.

Lin Zhiyuan's injuries were not serious, how could Qing Wu beat a thug with good potential into serious injuries, wouldn't this affect the progress! So Lin Zhiyuan, who was half injured to death, woke up in the middle of the night with the help of the elixir, and his body seemed to be not completely healed except for one face, and all the other injuries were healed.

"Young City Lord, do you know who did it?" Lin Fang's sword in his hand was held very tightly, this time if the other party made a dead move, even if the young city lord would not die in the end, but if he returned with serious injuries, the city lord would definitely not let go of himself, and now he felt a chill down his spine just thinking about it.

"Purple robe!" Lin Zhiyuan's face couldn't tell what expression was, but the vicious and resentful gaze in the two blue and black eye sockets still made people tremble.

"Purple ・・・・・・" A member of the Lin family who had just come in to report after investigating the situation from a distance heard this, thinking of the person he had just seen, he couldn't help but repeat a sentence. After receiving Lin Zhiyuan's gaze, he instantly sobered up, and there was a feeling in his heart that he was going to make meritorious contributions, and he immediately began to report: "Back to the young master, my subordinates just saw someone in a purple robe!"

"Who!" Lin Zhiyuan moved, grabbed the man's collar, and asked.

"Yes, cough, it's Master Cousin. "The person who just thought he was going to make a meritorious service didn't expect that he was almost strangled to death in just one breath, but even so, he still had to tell what he knew.

As soon as his words fell, Lin Zhiyuan looked up and saw Jing Mo, dressed in a clean purple robe, stepping over, and more than thirty people from Jingxi City behind him lined up, in an orderly manner.

"Cousin, are you okay?" Jing Mo's voice was unspeakably sarcastic, funny, and he knew that it was not good to look at Lin Zhiyuan's face, and he asked this purely to sprinkle salt on people's wounds. He thought that Jiang Yu was still a hidden person, otherwise how could he get to Lin Zhiyuan, and he looked up to him a little higher in his heart at the moment.

"Hmph, am I okay, isn't my cousin better than anyone else!" Lin Zhiyuan let go of the collar under his hand, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he seemed to be still calm, but in fact, his hand under the cover of the sleeve robe was already clenched. The overall strength of the other party looks stronger than his own, but he has suffered a loss once, and he will not be unprepared.

The two of them were engaged in a conversation that should not be close to each other, but they could meet each other, and then there seemed to be a splash of fire between their eyes.

The battle was about to break out, Lin Zhiyuan and Jing Mo naturally fought together, their hateful eyes were intertwined, and they were actually full of firepower for a while, but because each other's strength had just broken through to the second order of the divine soldier, Lin Zhiyuan guarded against Jing Mo's hidden identity as a formation mage, afraid that he would throw the formation in the middle of the battle, and Jing Mo was to prevent Lin Zhiyuan's poison, the Lin family had a poison master, although the level was not high, but it was still possible to poison him a second-order divine soldier. The two are evenly matched.

The rest of the people in Fufeng City also rushed up, and the gods in Jingxi City were still in good spirits, but they never thought that when the battle started, they actually felt that the spiritual power in their bodies suddenly became sluggish, and a lot of confrontation went. Fortunately, there were three first-order divine soldiers on their side, and the battle was deadlocked.

At this point, whether it is the Tan Qing brothers, Lin Zhiyuan, Shui Ruoxian, Jiang Yu and Jing Mo, they all have only one thought, since they can't get the inheritance, then they will definitely not let the other party have a chance to get it!