Zhao De saw all kinds of eyes. Xinjia is a little skeptical, but he can only believe Chongyang... After the general introduction, he retired to do his own thing.

Chongyang entered the first-class forbidden area of the library alone. The six Yarman, who had been loyally guarding, had no rights to follow him in, so they had to stay in the public area of the library to pass the time.

Shuttling through the layers of bookshelves, smelling the heavy smell of books and ink, and scanning the rows of gray spines with the names of cheats that ordinary students dream of, Chongyang felt a kind of satisfaction in entering the treasure house.

This is indeed a treasure trove of magic, although the first-class forbidden area is only a domain-level tome. But it obviously has great value for him who is keen on the Demon Dao.

It is true that he cannot cultivate knowledge from these texts that is in line with his current level of mystery, but the more he accumulates at the domain level, the more it will help him in his future cultivation, just like the foundation of a building house, the more solid and solid the better.

Chongyang has a very good master, but the fire demon is not a database after all, no matter how advanced its cultivation is, no matter how much knowledge it knows, it is impossible to list everything for future reference. In the final analysis, the biggest role of the fire demon is to guide, the master leads the door, the cultivation is personal, and teaching the disciples is not to instill all the things they have.

Therefore, relying on Prislan's magical resources for a broader cultivation is necessary, and Chongyang is well aware of the right to enter the forbidden area of the library. It was the greatest benefit he got from being a Prisland mentor.

After half an hour, he took a book of secret books and two books of magic secrets, sat down in front of the quaint lacquered wooden desk in the forbidden area, and began to read.

Time passed, the sky grew dark, and the sunlight that shone quietly through the screen windows on the shelves became obscured. In the corner, the black-haired young man looked extremely focused, and his left eye showed a burning brilliance without half exhaustion.

A tall figure with soft-soled cloth boots. With footsteps that were still subtle and almost silent in the extremely quiet environment, he approached the focused figure.

Dressed in the robes of a Prisland teacher, he has an ordinary face, and belongs to the type that does not attract much attention in the crowd, but in fact, since he joined Prisland as a mentor ten years ago, he has been diligent, conscientious, and has been living a very ordinary life. There is no sign of being liked or disliked by the student. There are also no traits that can be easily remembered by colleagues.

There is no shortage of such people anywhere in the world. They are not outstanding in society, they are not outstanding at the top, they are not hopelessly at the bottom, they are relatively mediocre, and they will not cause too many waves until they die.

However, there are sometimes exceptions, when a person who originally seemed mediocre and ordinary suddenly receives the attention of the vast majority of people because of such and such events, as if the spotlight on the stage is suddenly turned on. When it shines on a cleaner, it instantly reveals brilliance even beyond the protagonist who should be in the center of the countertop.

The wonder of fate lies in the fact that people never know what will happen next. Maybe it's just an inspiration from the universe. Or a mischievous thought by a god in some place would make a scruffy beggar be admired by the whole world.

He was nervous, because he knew that what he was about to do would make him, a character who originally seemed very ordinary, become the attention of the empire in an instant, and everything that had not been cared about in the past would be thoroughly investigated and reported to the ears of the big people.

This wasn't what he was pursuing in the first place. But it must be done now, even if it costs one's own life.

He licked his lips and stared at the silhouette of the black-haired youth like a hungry wolf spying on his prey, seemingly naturally saddled in his hands behind his back, clutching a sharp short knife.

In order to protect the books in the forbidden area of the Presland Library, there are unknown layers of magic organs with various functions, prohibiting spells, blocking space, preventing theft, restricting transcription, resisting foreign enemies, and imprisoning lawbreakers

A long time has been accumulated from generation to generation. It is so complex and profound that it is almost impossible to decipher, and the power contained in it can easily subdue or even kill ordinary Holy Spirit magicians.

Even if a legendary-level mage is not forcibly broken through from the outside but is imprisoned by the mechanism inside, it is a big question whether he can break free. You must know that there is no shortage of legendary House Masters in the past generations of Prisland, including Cranred. They are obligated to do everything they can to fortify the magical traps of the exclusion zone.

All forms of magic are forbidden in the exclusion zone, not only as a basic exclusion zone rule, but also as a safety rule for magicians who walk into it.

As a former manager of the penalty area, he knows exactly what happened to those who used magic in the penalty area in the past.

Being imprisoned and finally handed over to the academy for trial is actually the easiest ending, the unlucky one died directly in the forbidden area, and the even more miserable one didn't even have a corpse, and the whole person seemed to be directly evaporated. There is no trace left in the world.

In the forbidden area, magic must not be used. Forbidden areas, in its simplest interpretation, are areas where the use of magic is prohibited.

In other words, in this, no matter how powerful the magic of the so-called magical fire mage and the victor of the Three Kingdoms Conference was, it was useless.

Slowly, as little as possible to attract the attention of the young man who was focused on reading the cheats, he approached step by step.

"I don't have a direct vendetta against you, but someone wants you dead, so I'm here

In order to remain calm in important moments, he spoke to himself in his heart, which was a private habit of his for many years.

"Chongyang. Bright, I've seen you reduced to a repeater, as a scrap that can't be promoted. Persevered in his efforts for so many years under the contempt and insult of the entire college. Seeing that you suddenly became a blockbuster and defeated the earth-wind double lineage, Frei panicked, "Ding Hua until you returned to the academy after disappearing for more than half a year, and made a big fuss about the student union, and Wei Yi was not qualified."

I also see you participate in the Empire Tournament and advance all the way. Defeat all tough opponents and survive censorship and plots,"

"You won the Imperial Tournament, forcing the entire Presland who once despised you to make a change, and your participation in the Three Kingdoms Conference and your return of glory has left everyone in awe. ”

"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I'm afraid I wouldn't have believed it. There really is a character in the world who is like the protagonist, who has experienced setbacks, but is unyielding, until the brilliance is dazzling, stinging the eyes of all those who have been neglected. ”

"That's why I have both evil and envy for you

"If you're the protagonist, then I'm afraid I won't even be in the most humble supporting role before this mystery, but after this moment,"

He gritted his teeth, estimated the distance between him and the young man, arched his body slightly, tightened his arms, and the short knife in his palm was like the claws of a hungry wolf, flashing with a dangerous cold light.

"I'm Hogori. Ida will be the last character to appear in your book, playing the role of "Assassin!"

When he was still about two meters away from the black-haired young man who was concentrating on reading, Hogoli suddenly showed the short knife in his hand, and the explosive power brewing in his sturdy body was suddenly released, like a leopard pounced on its prey, stabbing at the target's neck with a fierce knife!

How far is two meters? If you are walking, a normal adult will walk about four or five steps, and if you are running, you can cross it in two or three steps.

Hogoli strode out with his left foot, and with his right foot, he had already slashed to Chongyang's side with a knife, and the fatal tip of the knife was less than five centimeters from his fragile neck.

However, Chongyang, who seemed to be extremely focused on the page, didn't even turn his gaze, and directly turned his head to dodge the trajectory of the tip of the knife, and at the same time, his right hand suddenly clenched into a fist, burst out, and hit the key point of the jaw of Hogori, who pounced on the whole person.

Bang!

There was a subtle crack, a dull thud.

Chongyang dodged the assassin's violent blade, but the sharp blade grazed his cheek, cutting a thin streak of blood.

And Hogori, who has an excellent reflex nerve, instinctively blocked Chongyang's fist with his left hand. But after all, the situation was abrupt, and his jaw was still smacked, and the violent impact reached his brain, causing his vision to blur for a while, but he did not faint.

After the moment of danger and danger, in the time when there was no time to think at all, the two men made another move almost by reflex instinct.

Chongyang's right fist let go, and instead clamped the assassin's right hand holding the knife, while his left fist smashed hard at the opponent

Hogoli forced his target's neck with a knife in his right hand, and raised his fist in his left hand to block the opponent.

Boom!

Even if Hogoli grabbed Chongyang's fist. The palm of his hand was still hit in the face by this ferocious punch, and the nasal bone was almost broken in shock, the bridge of the nose was in severe pain, and warm blood poured out.

"That's a lot of strength!"

In the gap of the dangerous fight, the same thought flashed through the two of them.

Holding a knife in his right hand, Hogoli stabbed Chongyang in the neck with all his might, while Chongyang held his arm with his right hand. Try to keep the tip of the knife from approaching. And the left hand of the two is also doing a similar wrestling.

This creates a bizarre stalemate. And this scene lasted less than two seconds, and Chongyang raised his right foot.

Hogoli attacked from the side of Chongyang's blindfolded right eye from a blind spot on the surface, while Chongyang sat in a chair and Hogoli stood. Hunched like a beast of prey.

The two froze with each other, and Chongyang took advantage of the relative advantage of his free feet and kicked the assassin's knee. Such a decisive and accurate attack. I can't help but give Hogoli the feeling that "he is not blind in his right eye", which is infinitely close to the truth.

As a magician, Chongyang's physique is quite good, and it is not a problem to catch a few men if he fights with ordinary people, so the force of this kick is definitely heavy enough, and if he is hit, he may be able to break the assassin's bones with a single blow.

However, as an Assassin, Hogol's reflexes were so good that he moved his legs and feet backwards before he was about to be kicked, and although he was still kicked, he greatly slowed down the power.

However, he was originally hunched, and if his legs and feet were forcibly moved back, his body would be pressed even lower. And Chongyang raised his right foot, and his body couldn't help but be unbalanced, and under the pressure of Hogori, he involuntarily went sideways.

Penglong!

Together with the chairs, the two fell to the ground and occupied, entangled together.

"Death, little. Khogori's eyes were red. pressed on Chongyang's body, and stabbed the tip of the knife towards the opponent's side hole with all his might.

Chongyang tried his best to resist, but the assassin was tall and strong, and he was in a high position to suppress himself.

See, the sharpness of death is approaching little by little.

"Fire Demon, isolated by forbidden area magic. Can't help me" Are you really going to die here? never

Chongyang struggled desperately, but he was never able to break free. In a trance, I seemed to hear footsteps. Someone was shouting, and footsteps were approaching quickly, but it was too late.

It may only take a few more seconds for someone to come to the rescue, but the line between life and death is so difficult to cross.

Hogoli also realized that the movement in the forbidden area had alerted the guards, and time was running out, so he did his best, his eyes bulging out, and his nose bleeded wildly. The teeth clenched, pressing the tip of the knife in his hand.

In the end, Chongyang had to make a choice. Wield the only powerful forbidden power possible in an area with a strong ban.

Under the black blindfold, the mutated right eye is advanced and enabled, and the blood wheel in the eye circulates wildly.

The first round of eyes of the Venerable King of Fanyao, the red pupil mutation magic one "Flame of Extinguishing Injury!"