The adults ignored the emergency and continued to be busy. Hurried a stone at him, and his left arm was bright red. He turned, half of his face hidden in his hat, and unfurled a green magic ring around his waist. The magic ring was covered with fine patterns, emitting a dazzling green light, and there were several electric balls floating above, which quickly flew towards the emergency at the moment when the magic ring unfolded. The emergency station was in place, and a few rocks were out of thin air next to him, easily blocking the attack. The man froze in place, and before he could react, the sword wind was already whistling in front of him, and the silver light was shining.

"I'm here to save people, and if the person is saved, let him go. Thinking about it, the sword stopped in the distance of the man's body. Only then did the man react, and he was startled at first, and when he saw that the sword did not stab forward again, he immediately fled as calmly as he could.

Watching the cold-blooded spirit disciples leave thoughtfully. Look at the three children who are about the same age as the emergency, all of them are crying all over their faces.

The next day, there was a commotion outside the village early in the morning, and the sound of various farm tools clashing and the hurried footsteps of people filled the entire village. The people of the village, young and old, tall and short, thin and thin, all hurriedly came out of their houses, carrying farm tools, poles or sticks, and lined up at the entrance of the village. When all the villagers had arrived, an old man shouted, "Folks, get ready, we will rush out as soon as the door opens!" The villagers suddenly fell silent, motionless in the sand lifted by the wind. Outside the village, there were neat and imposing footsteps in the distance, and the wind was blowing even more tightly. The villagers stood tighter.

"What a coincidence, just after leaving the palace, I encountered bandits robbing the village. When these bandits run into me, they will never return!" thought to him. Suddenly, the drums outside the village were loud, and the bandits shouted loudly, slamming the gate so loudly that it almost collapsed. The villagers couldn't help but tremble.

Suddenly, a figure flew out of the village, only to see that the man's palm flipped over, and a stream of golden light suddenly blasted the gate into pieces, and the bandits who hit the door flew out of the door for more than ten meters. The man was not tall, but his strength was unusually great, and when he landed, all the bandits were frightened - it turned out that the other party was a child, full of momentum and arrogance.

He is an emergency, because of his pure royal blood, he is already an intermediate mage at a young age, coupled with his usual diligent swordsmanship, there is almost no one among his peers.

Outside the village, the blue robes flew like a small blue pool, and these bandits were all cold-blooded spirit disciples of the Dark Sky Gang.

"Who is this kid, who dares to bombard us!" shouted the little bandit leader in the robe and the gold rim, "Don't think that magic is great!"

"What are you doing in the Lower Sandstorms?"

"Robbery of the village!" Several bandits who had been knocked into the air climbed up and lined up with their accomplices. A bandit with a hemostatic cloth on his hand poked out of the team, and when he saw the emergency, he went out and whispered to the little leader: "Team leader, he injured me yesterday." ”

"Hmph, no kid can beat it!" the little man shouted again: "Dare to provoke the Dark Sky Gang, so that you can't see the sun tomorrow!"

Obviously, "you won't see the sun tomorrow" is a mantra that has been used for a long time. In the sun star, the sun cannot be seen when there is no sun god, the previous sun god has passed away for a long time, and there is no new sun god so far.

The little head has a magical light streak in the air - a cool sorcerer's language. This light pattern is blood-red and consists of a round frame and four straight lines, which means "kill".

For a while, the blue robe flew up, the green Mo Fan ring was neatly unfolded, and the blue and green at the village gate were weaving.

"This senior, how many levels are you?" asked Emergency.

Little head: "Yellow mouth boy, you don't deserve to know this!"

The emergency eyebrows stood slightly, and there was a "whoosh" sound on his body, and a sky blue magic ring unfolded at his waist quite imposingly. The energy on the ring was tumbling and undulating, like a boiling ocean. The bandits couldn't help but be shocked again—this kid was an intermediate mage! A person who could become an intermediate mage at the age of thirty was a genius! He was less than ten years old!

The villagers breathed a sigh of relief, one intermediate mage was enough to fight a hundred junior mages with green rings. The little head gasped and moved slightly.

"Is he going to attack?" thought to him, and based on his previous experience in actual combat training, he quickly sent a "rain of sand" to the opponent. Fist-sized sand cannons (hard sand balls) fall from the sky, and flames fly from the surface of the surface because of friction with the air.

The bandits suddenly exploded and fled in all directions.

The sand cannons slammed down and then disappeared instantly, and it seemed that these sand cannons were magically transformed, and the damage was relatively light compared to the real thing. The emergency was not ruthless.

"Good things can't be done big, and good things will be big and famous. Thinking about it, he waved his hand and pasted a magic dart behind the bandits.

There was a bandit lying on the ground, beads of sweat on his forehead. He didn't suffer any major injuries on his body, not even blood, only a small piece of his toe was bruised, and his eyes were so painful that he had gold stars in his eyes. Two tall male villagers, one with a stick and the other with a rope, walked up to the emergency with a solemn face and saluted him, and then approached the wounded bandit.

The bandit slowly stood up, his eyes blackened, and he felt his hands being clamped against his back, and he couldn't help but feel upset.

With a crisp "bang", the two villagers were swept away by an invisible air wave, flying straight to the wall and smashing the wall before stopping.

The bandit turned, not very quickly, but with the wind. He took off his robe and hat, revealing an ordinary black and yellow "peasant-colored" face, he was dignified and exuding fairy aura, with a pair of golden dragon horns in the center of his forehead.

He was also only about nine years old.

Looking at him urgently, there was a kind of emotion churning in his heart.

His temperament makes Contingency feel familiar.

He took out a blood-red gem and disappeared from everyone's eyes in the blink of an eye.

The old man who had just encouraged everyone led the villagers to face the sky, silently reciting praise and gratitude to the sky god, and opened his hands upwards and raised them to the top of his head one by one. After the ceremony, the old man led the villagers to salute the emergency: "Heroic young man, thank you for saving us." You are the messenger of the gods of the sky. ”

Although he is only nine years old, he talks and does things the same as twelve or thirteen years old, and they all say that "the children of poor families are in charge of the house early", but in fact, as long as the children of rich and noble families are well educated, they are earlier than those of poor families. Emergency: "What are they here for?"

"Yesterday they asked us to hand over all the supplies, and said that if we didn't, we would rob the village. The backbone of our war sword clan is hard, and I didn't pay it. A male villager replied. The "Materials" are the four kinds of pen stone, hay, oriental coin, and tooth rice stone, and the Sky Cultists believe that the world is a library, and every person, every kind of thing, and every faith is a unique book.

"Honorable messenger, please come to our village and have something for you. The old man said.

''Okay. ‘’

Most of the houses in the Sandstone Empire are made of sand and gravel, and the village is just three rows of holes in the sand pile tens of meters high.