As a warrior, his physical attributes far surpass those of other professions of the same level, and now, Luo Lan's attributes in all aspects are even close to reaching the standard of the gold high rank, although the rank has only risen to silver!

It was only a matter of time before the gold was now for Luo Lan, and if he found enough fantasy crystals now, he would definitely be able to advance quickly.

Moreover, the benefits brought by the integration of the Juggernaut are not only the increase in the body, but also the inheritance of swordsmanship in the Juggernaut's memory!

The Spinning Circle Slash was just a beginner swordsmanship, and the sword storm he saw in the Sword Master's memory could directly kill a descendant of Nighod's Tyrant with one blow, not to mention other miscellaneous soldiers, and it was an absolute killer. And this spiral slash seems to be the basic swordsmanship of Sword Storm Blade.

Luo Lan almost jumped up in surprise, and was about to ask Qiao Fengbai what to do next, but suddenly found that the space in front of him seemed to be a little different from when he first came.

Originally, I didn't know when the research room with bright windows started, but a thick layer of dust had accumulated, and the bright lights had disappeared, only the emergency lights were still on, flickering and flashing, and I always felt that it was about to go out.

Qiao Fengbai, who was standing at the door, was gone, and only his footprints on the way were shallowly imprinted on the dust.

- Here, it seems that in an instant, everyone has disappeared, as if this is what an ice cellar that has been sealed for an unknown number of thousands of years.

"It's ...... What's going on? Luo Lan got up in surprise and walked out along the path in his memory, but he didn't see anyone until he reached the sealed place of the Xuanyuan Sword.

Although Qiao Fengbai once said that there is not even a living person here, their existence is alive!

The old man who talked about the research institute, the black-bellied receptionist, the freckled and timid little girl he met at the door of the Xuanyuan Sword Warehouse, and the people who greeted them along the way...... The existence of each one was so certain that Luo Lan would forget the fact that they were not alive.

But even if it's just a ghost, why did it disappear so suddenly!

He pushed away the A5329986 warehouse where the Xuanyuan sword was, but this time, there was no glass shield that he had seen before, only a rusty sword, lying quietly in the dust.

Luo Lan walked over and bent down to pick up the sword he had always wanted to have.

The Xuanyuan Sword made a slight sound, and the only inch of the blade that was still clear flashed with a faint light, and there was no movement.

Luo Lan didn't know what was going on, but he felt that this sword had a kind of intimacy with him, which made him can't help but clench the long sword, and he was reluctant to put it into the Nibelungen Ring for a while.

At this moment, a man's voice came from the door: "Hey, Cai Wenjun, you're too late!" ”

Luo Lan raised her eyebrows and turned to look at the person standing at the door: "Who are you?" What about the people here? ”

The man standing at the door was wearing a neat black suit, and he would not be rude even if he went to a funeral, and his expression was serious and he looked very stereotypical.

He frowned and said, "What are you talking about?" Isn't this an illusion you created with your exquisite memories? The dream will only collapse if you return, but you will come back too late. The reason can't it be that you're late for your Princess Hatsune's concert, right? ”

Luo Lan said: "I am not Marshal Cai Wenjun, my name is Luo Lan. ”

"Huh? How is this possible? ”

Luo Lan didn't bother to listen to the man, and asked to herself: "You said that this is a dream created by Marshal Cai Wenjun, so why do you still exist and don't collapse together?" ”

The man finally showed a smile - that smile made him look like a different person, and instantly became bohemian, completely prodigal: "I am not a shadow in memory, how can I collapse?" I'm not going to die! ”

Luo Lan's face changed, and she squinted her eyes slightly and looked at the man: "Oh? Is that so? But how can humans not grow old and die? Even if it is a mythical powerhouse, there will be a day when it falls, and there is absolutely no existence with the same longevity as the sky. ”

The man's smile became brighter and brighter: "Who told you that I am human!" ”

Luo Lan was startled, the man's figure suddenly disappeared from the spot, and Luo Lan almost subconsciously raised his sword to block in front of him.

In the next moment, the man appeared in front of him, his slender hand slammed into the Xuanyuan sword, and let out a crisp clang.

Those golden eyes reflected Luo Lan's frightened face, and the smile was about to overflow: "I'm the real first generation of dragon kings!" I wonder if you haven't heard of it, the King of Bronze and Fire? ”

"The Four Great Sovereigns?!" Luo Lan blurted out - what he knew from the memories of the Sword Saint that after they invaded the main world, the four monarchs who followed Nighold and stood at the top of the world! King of Bronze and Fire, King of Earth and Mountain, King of Sea and Water, and King of Sky and Wind. They represent the four elements of alchemy and nature, earth, fire, feng shui, and are the most primordial forces in this world.

The man let go of the Xuanyuan Sword, took a step back, put away the blue-black scales on his hand, tidied up his clothes very gentlemanly, and said with a smile: "Although I prefer you to call me Tang Yao." ”

Luo Lan didn't know whether to trust this dragon king who didn't know how long he had lived, but he didn't know why, he couldn't be a little hostile to this dragon, and couldn't help but get irritable, and said impatiently: "What did you mean just now?" What is a dream built by exquisite memory? ”

"That's what it literally means!" Tang Yao spread his hands and said, "Those people have long since died, Cai Wenjun's guy is afraid that his baby will be lonely, so he asked me to help make it, but you little guy is also very interesting!" The fit with Xuanyuan Sword is actually higher than Cai Wenjun, and it is the first time I have seen Xuanyuan Sword so reluctant to give up on a person. ”

Luo Lan was not very satisfied with the way Tang Yao looked at the Xuanyuan Sword, as if he was looking at his own things, and put the sword into the Ring of the Nibelungen with his backhand, and said, "What I wanted to do here has been done, farewell." ”

"Eh, eh! Don't rush to leave! Tang Yao grabbed Luo Lan, "Anyway, let me, the swordsmith, see if there is anything wrong with the sword I forged with my own hands!" ”

"Swordsmith?" Luo Lan was stunned for a moment, "You mean, the Xuanyuan Sword was forged by you?" ”

Tang Yao patted his chest proudly and said, "Of course!" I'm the lord of fire and metal! It's just a sword, if it weren't for Cai Wenjun's guy begging me, I would be very interested in Xuanyuan Sword, so I wouldn't bother to cast a sword for him! Okay, okay, take out the Xuanyuan Sword and show it to me. ”

Luo Lan didn't know why, and he didn't have any suspicions and defenses about Tang Yao, although he was surprised by his feelings, but his intuition told him that Tang Yao would not do anything to him, and he would not snatch the Xuanyuan Sword, so he took out the rusty sword and held it in front of Tang Yao with both hands as a swordsman's gift.

Tang Yao, as an ancient swordsmith, should not make any mistakes in etiquette, and he also took the rusty sword with both hands, and returned an old salute before carefully inspecting the Xuanyuan sword.

The strange thing is that as soon as Tang Yao took the sword, he reverted to that cold and serious appearance, it seemed that the sword was a switch for him, allowing him to switch between the two personalities at will.

I saw that Tang Yao didn't care about the dust on the ground, sat down cross-legged, put the Xuanyuan sword flat on his knees, took out a piece of white animal skin from his pocket, gently wiped the sword body with the side of fine and soft hair, and took away the dust stains hidden on the sword body, and then sprayed it with spirits, and repeatedly cleaned and wiped the sword body several times before ending the process. Then, Tang Yao held the sword in one hand and the blade of the sword in the other, and only touched the Xuanyuan sword with ten fingers of both hands, and raised it in front of him to take a closer look.

It doesn't matter if you look at it, Tang Yao suddenly found a little "small" problem: "Linglong!" Where did Linglong go?! ”