"I'm sorry, but the King of Sylph often comes to our restaurant, but every time it's double checkout." The waiter's words have only one meaning, that is, don't talk to me about some things that you don't have, and honest checkout is the king.

What is the concept of 230,000 wind shells, in the place of Cangtian Lanyao, an ordinary Silve's daily living needs are only 1,000 wind shells, and the purchasing power is estimated by the ink famine, which is almost equivalent to 500 Yan Huang coins, and 230,000 wind shells are already the funds needed for a year's life of a Sylph, which is about equivalent to 100,000 Yan Huang coins, which is equivalent to the government fund subsidy for seven or eight years of ink famine.

The ancestral god is worthy of being the ancestral god, the vision is different, the restaurant they are looking for, regardless of the taste, but the price is first-class expensive, as soon as the bill comes out, it immediately makes Mo Huang, the freshly baked king of the blue sky, rise up with the idea of overthrowing all evil capitalism and redefining the distribution of social wealth.

Fortunately, the blasted Et limped back from outside, and when Mo Huang saw him come back, he smiled brightly, pointed at Et, and said to the waiter: "This is my eldest brother, he has a treat today." ”

I have to say that there is a reason why the price of this restaurant is so high, the waiter is excellent, even if Mo Huang's words and deeds are so weird, even if he and ET are both disgusted, but they are still polite, have a good smile, and have excellent patience, ET doesn't know why, but when the bill was placed in front of him, ET's ugly face, which was already wrinkled, suddenly became ugly to a new level.

Mo Huang patted Et's shoulder and encouraged: "I see that you are grateful to the ancestral gods, and I decided to give you a chance to repay them, and you don't need to be so strict with your life, it shouldn't be a big deal to invite them to a meal." ”

"Big ...... My lord, I don't have that much money! The waiter's ears were sharp, and as soon as he heard ET's words, his eyes immediately became wrong, and he quietly signaled to the security guard of the restaurant, and then a group of people surrounded him, Mo Huang saw this, and couldn't help but sigh and shake his wrist, but he didn't expect that the first thing he did when he was promoted to the king of the sky was to eat the overlord meal.

"It's okay, I'll settle their accounts." Mo Huang was stunned, he didn't expect that there would be a sudden kill, and he hurriedly looked, only to see a handsome man in a crown robe and three teams of sky blue wings behind him walking in from the door.

"Meet my king!" As soon as this handsome man came in, there was a crowd of people kneeling down in the restaurant, in the Hilph Imperial Capital, there is basically only one man who can be called the king, that is the contemporary Silph King Siboria, Mo Huang looked solemn, when he first set foot in the Silph Imperial Capital, he saw the power of this guy from afar, and it should not be underestimated, if he could, Mo Huang really didn't want to deal with him, but at this moment, he didn't know why he came directly to the door.

Siboria came slowly, and although he could see that he had done his best to restrain his power, the effect was not very great, and outside the door of the restaurant, a fierce wind had already blown, turning from the first whimper to a deafening roar.

Just standing in place, it is enough to set off a man who is like a natural disaster, Sibolia's sense of existence is simply explosive, and slowly walked in front of the ink waste, the king of Sylph first glanced deeply, and there was a touch of coldness in his eyes, as if he was looking at a cloud of garbage that he thought had been discarded: "I am really surprised that you are still alive." ”

When ET saw the arrival of the King of Syph, he directly had a frightened and paralyzed expression, and Mo Huang didn't know why ET saw the King of Silver, a look that was even more unbelievable than seeing the ancestral god descending, but he took a step forward slightly, standing in front of ET, blocking the cold gaze of the King of Silver.

Then the King of Sylph turned his eyes to Mo Huang again, examined it, and then put his left hand on his right chest, and bowed slowly: "I was already aware of it when the ancestral god descended before, but I didn't expect that time was long, and I was able to meet the blue king personally appointed by the ancestral god in my lifetime, which is my honor." ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the restaurant couldn't help but be in an uproar, looking at the King of Sylv who was humble and respectful to others.

Mo Huang frowned slightly, as far as he learned from ET, this generation of the king of Syph is not simple, the seven prayer for the creation of the world are not harmonious with each other, the blue sky that represents the wind and the brilliant Huang Yao who represents the earth are very incompatible, Siboria from weak to strong, and finally took over the crown from the king of the previous generation of Syph, which can be described as a martial arts battle medal, to put it simply, this is a famous and majestic hero.

The more humble and peaceful such a male lord is, the more dangerous Mo Huang feels, and God knows what is hidden behind their ability to bend and stretch?

"Don't be so polite, thank you for the treat, so let's do it, I still have some business, so I'll leave first, and I'll invite you to dinner when I get back." Mo Huang was unceremoniously ready to leave, such a faceless behavior seemed to be beyond Siboria's expectations, but there was no emotion on his face, and even a smile of interest, but he straightened his waist, and in an instant, the previous humility was replaced by the majesty of the king.

"I think we need to talk." Siboria waved his hand, and everyone in the restaurant didn't dare to stay, and they all poured out, just turning back one step at a time, as if they all wanted to know what Siboria was going to say to Mohuang, but Siboria didn't come alone, a pair of guards began to appear and began to clear the field.

"It's okay to chat, but I sincerely hope that we just talk about the mood and the kind of light-hearted topics that are in the mood." Seeing Sibolia's ill-intentioned posture, Mo Huang felt helpless, to be honest, he really had a lot of things to solve, it was really not the right time for Siboria to appear, Siboria was as good as a stream, and said with a smile: "Then let's talk about the mood, I am very unhappy now, very angry, because the ancestral god chose you and handed over the authority of this Prayer Yingluo Creation Mechanism to you, not me, I have been conscientiously governing this world for more than three hundred years." ”

"Perhaps, it's because I'm more handsome than you?" This may be the character trait of Shi Mo Huang, when others have a bad attitude towards him, Mo Huang's mouth unconsciously becomes vicious, with his slanted posture, a rebellious temperament is so obvious.

"Oh? Are you sure? With your current honor? Sibolia's eyes flickered, slightly cold, looking at the smile of the ink waste, it also became a little cold, the male body shook, and then a surging wind, from heaven and earth, from nothingness, from all directions, whistling towards the ink waste.

The unruly and uninhibited of the ink wilderness are all full of confidence, the authority inherited by the red god and the blue god, the sky blue crystal reflected in his spiritual consciousness space, suddenly flickered at this moment, two of the six crystals, the light was great, and the azure light flowed through the ink wilderness's eyes, like a condensed body of infinite storm.

When the red god and the blue god passed on their authority, they also passed on the way of manipulating the authority, although because of the large amount of information, Mo Huang couldn't explore all of them for a while, but the most basic application was not a problem.

The authority of the ancestral god is the authority to control the blue yao of the sky, the creation mechanism of Yingluo, and when Mo Huang activates this permission slightly, some kind of vast force that fills the blue yao of the sky moves, projecting into Mo Huang's body, and then pouring out through his body.

Siboria frowned slightly, for he had already sensed that the wind that swirled around him around him was mixed with some strange impurities that should not be there at this moment, and it was also wind, a wind of purity and majesty no less than his.

The next moment, the clash of wind and wind unfolded in the gaze of Mo Huang and Siboria, and the voice that was more poignant than metal cutting roared and staggered, but no one could overwhelm anyone, because at this time, Siboria's eyes also flashed with a blue light like an infinite storm condensed.

The Red Blue Ancestral God once mentioned that the second generation of the Ancestral God isolated the control authority of Hermes and divided the authority of the Wish Yingluo Creation Mechanism into four, two of which gave birth to the third generation of the Red Blue Ancestral God, and the other two were delegated to the natives of the Wish Yingluo Creation Agency, and at this moment, needless to say, those two powers are now condensed in the hands of Siboria, the king of Silph.

"Stop, it's impossible for us to separate the outcome of such a reciprocal authority battle." After really confirming the authority of the ink wilderness with his eyes, Siboria took the lead in stopping and retracted the power that was slowly pressing towards the ink wilderness, and then showed his eyes as equals.

"I think so too, so let's part ways peacefully like this, I really have a lot of things to do in a hurry, and I don't have time to make small talk with you right now."

Mo Huang once again showed that he didn't want to go head-to-head, and Siboria seemed to think for a while, and was silent for a while, the atmosphere suddenly became solemn, Mo Huang's eyes crossed Siboria, saw through the walls of the restaurant, and sensed more and more strong aura outside, that is the iron and blood of the rest of the battle, there is no doubt that what is now outside the restaurant must be the heavy army under Siboria's hands.

However, Mo Huang didn't care, the authority inherited by the third generation of the Red Blue Ancestral God was better than imagined, as long as he stood in the area of the sky and blue yao, he could match Sibolia, the king of Sylph.

But after a while, Siboria waved his hand, and all the iron-blooded qi outside disappeared, and he said with a smile: "As the only one with the authority of Cangtian Lanyao, it is a pity that you and I can't get together here, but since you have something important to do, I won't keep you more, let's have a drink next time." ”

"Okay, that's it, we'll see you another day!" Mo Huang pulled the already paralyzed and couldn't walk at all out of the restaurant step by step, and when he passed by Siboria, the two sides also exchanged "friendly" smiles.

Walking forward step by step, the unpredictable King of Hilph was behind him, but Mo Huang didn't look back, until he walked out of the restaurant and was dozens of meters away from Sibolia, the unruly smile on Mo Huang's face gradually suppressed.

Maybe it was the relationship that once fused with the plug-in, Mo Huang felt as if his wisdom had increased by more than one level, and many things had three points of perception and clues in his mind.

Although it was only the first time they met, many signs had already shown that this King of Silver, who was outstanding in martial arts, had already been spying on the authority in the hands of the Red Blue Ancestor God, otherwise there would be no way to rush over immediately after the Red Blue Ancestor God disappeared, and at the same time, he was afraid that he was ready to take it by force.

Although Siboria has been smiling with a reserved and majestic smile, making it impossible to see through his thoughts, but looking back at this moment, I am afraid that the moment he sees himself, his killing intent has already risen wildly, if it weren't for Mo Huang in Fang Cai, who really showed the authority equal to him, and also showed the ability to skillfully operate that authority, then Siboria may not be groaning, but directly waving his hand, and his own family and the army pressed up to strangle Mo Huang.

Previously, as soon as the ancestral god disappeared, he decisively led his subordinates to come to kill and rob, without any hesitation, not even a trace of scruples, this is already an extraordinary decision, and what is even more terrifying is that once he realizes that he can't do anything, he decisively gives up, and he can't even see a trace of hesitation and pity.

When it is broken, it is broken, it is examined, when it is abandoned, it is abandoned, and there is no mud and water, and people who have such an appearance are generally called heroes.

If he could, Mo Huang really didn't want to deal with this hero again, but Mo Huang had a hunch that he would definitely intertwine with this person again, maybe in the near future, because Mo Huang suddenly thought of a problem, people walked out, and didn't look back, but asked in a faint low voice, as if he was just mentioning it casually: "I suddenly remembered one thing, if I want to let a potential Hilf suffer from a strange disease that cannot evolve, and this strange disease is a strange disease that even the Red Blue Ancestral God can't do, Who else can do it in this place? ”

In the distance, Siboria's equally casual whisper was heard: "Who knows? ”

Striding forward, Mo Huang never looked back, until he walked out of the Hilph Imperial Capital, Mo Huang suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and then cold sweat on his face, forehead, and back was dripping down, leaning against a green shade, and gasping for a few breaths: "Made, this Sibolia is a psychopath, as for locking me so dead along the way, as long as I show a little flaw and timidity, this guy will definitely turn his face and deny people in an instant." ”

This is the most thrilling crisis since Mo Huang came to the cage of the Red Blue Realm, and the authority inherited from the third generation of the Red Blue Ancestral God, although it has been known and mastered, its proficiency is definitely not comparable to that of the King of Sylv, who has controlled the power for hundreds of years.

Moreover, even if the two fight, the authority is eliminated, the cultivation of Sibolia, the king of Syph, is far above the ink waste, and the result of the battle can be imagined, it will inevitably be very unfavorable to the ink waste, of course, if the hole cards are exhausted, even if the ink waste himself is not good, it will inevitably make Siboria pay a tragic price, and Siboria may be concerned about this aspect, so he made this vigorous decision, and let him leave after saying hello.