After a few moments, the three of them stepped up the stone steps to the collapsed gate of the temple. ●⌒ Top,

"Huh? Is there still a holy fire in this shabby place? Li Tuohai saw a faint light of fire through the crack in the stone.

"Listen to the master, there is the spark of the glorious flame here." Biqing Luan Road.

"What about the fire, if you want me, the past will be over, people have to look forward......" Li Tuohai said disdainfully, "What are you pursuing these useless forms?" Just take the fire, and then it's the tinder? Fool whom? ”

At this time, Bi Qingluan made a "silence" gesture. Li Tuohai thought there was something wrong, so he immediately shut up. But in fact, Bi Qingluan was a little annoyed by his chatter and wanted him to stop for a while.

It didn't take long for the three of them to find a temporary passage on the side and enter the temple. Passing through the collapsed stone pillars, they came to the altar that carried the Brazier.

Looking at the fluttering flame in the brazier, Li Tuohai couldn't help but comment: "This fire is called tinder?" I slapped it and extinguished it, and the flame was still glorious, and I think they just found an excuse to ask for money and things, and then eat and drink here for nothing......"

At this moment, a young voice suddenly came from behind them, interrupting Li Tuohai's tirade.

"From distant friends, in front of you is the last spark of the Temple of Splendour."

The three of them turned their heads to look, and saw a young man with a candle walking in the darkness. The young man was dressed in white animal fur, was neither tall nor short, and was of moderate build, neither strong nor slender.

The young man carried a large sword on his back, the hilt of which came up from his right shoulder, level with his ear, and the scabbard protruding from his left waist, about ten centimeters or so. Tuoba has three sharp eyes, and he can see at a glance that people are not simple. The way the other party carries the sword is too particular. First, the height of the hilt of the sword plus the length of the opponent's arm, stretching back slightly, just enough to hold; Second, the inclination of the scabbard is moderate, and as long as you hold the hilt, you can pull it out; Third, the length of the scabbard protruding from the waist is just enough not to hinder the movement of the body. Although these are all details, the impact will not be great, but often the more powerful the person, the more concerned about every detail. They will try to maximize their combat effectiveness as much as possible, even if it is one.

This young man is the iron slag. Two years have passed, and his appearance has changed somewhat, his face is wider than before, and his beard has grown. Since I don't usually care much about it, I have a bit of a scumbag at the moment. Now, he is childish and more mature. Now no one will call him a teenager anymore, only a young man.

Just now, Iron Slag heard the words of the young man with glasses. If it had been placed before, he would have been: "Dare to touch it, die!" ”

However, now he is not as fierce as before. Because Kozan often taught him that force is a last resort, and that force can only be used when negotiation fails. A sword that is often unsheathed cannot be sharp, because it will naturally wear out if it is used too much. If the sword is to remain sharp, it cannot be lightly shot. Moreover, there is no sense of mystery for people who often shoot, and others can see the bottom at a glance......

Under the influence of Kozan's accumulation over time, Iron Slag's temper is much better now, and he will not shoot at every turn. Of course, life here is very monotonous, and there is no chance for him and Kozan to make a move. But today, it seems that his temper is indeed much better. Seeing that others don't respect the brilliant tinder, and the words are still yin and yang, the guns and sticks are put in the past, at least it is a fist! Let him thoroughly understand the truth that "things can be eaten indiscriminately, but words cannot be indiscriminately".

However, at the beginning, the iron slag didn't take the brilliant fire seriously, and once he even grilled the venison on it, so angry that Kozan screamed. It was the first time he had seen Kozan get angry and beat him up for days.

After a long time, whenever he saw Kozan reverently looking at the brilliant flame, muttering to himself, worshipping and worshipping, he would have a trace of feeling in his heart. Gradually, he was influenced by Kozan, and the fire in his eyes took on a layer of divine brilliance.

Perhaps, this is really just an ordinary flame......

But because Kozan respects, so does he too.

In the past two years, this old man and he have also been teachers, friends, and fathers. Whether this is a brilliant spark or an ordinary flame, in fact, it doesn't matter.

Most importantly, the people he respects respect for this spark. So, whatever it is, he'll respect it.

"Hello...... Friend...... Friend...... I...... My name is Tuoba San, and I'm from an ancient temple. Tuoba San hurriedly stepped forward and stammered a little. Then he introduced the other two to Iron Slag, "He ...... They are my junior brothers and sisters, and their names are Biqing Nuan......"

"Third brother, it's Bi Qingluan." The girl snorted.

"Yes, Biqing Nuan...... Luan ......" Tuoba San pointed to the bespectacled young man behind him, "His name is ......"

"Third child, I don't need your introduction." The young man with glasses frowned, interrupted Tuoba San's words strongly, and said in a deep voice, "I don't know who he is, what are you doing with random introductions!" ”

"Hello, I'm Iron Slag Norseth, the guardian of the Holy Wolf." Iron slag road. When he said this, he felt very confident. Here's how Kozan introduced himself before: "Hello, I'm Kozan Bloodwolf, the guardian of the flame. ”

"Who are you fooling, aren't all the Holy Wolf Guardians dead?" The young man with glasses asked very inappropriately and rudely.

Iron Slag looked at the other and naturally narrowed his eyes. I have to, his temper is really much better now, and he hasn't gotten angry yet.

He ...... That's not what he meant, right...... I'm sorry. Seeing that the atmosphere had become stiff, Tuoba San hurriedly explained.

"His name is Li Tuohai, he doesn't talk much, don't worry about it." Bi Qingluan also explained. However, there was no sincerity in her tone, but it was like a perfunctory treatment of her superiors to her subordinates. In her opinion, these people in the Temple of Glory all eat their family and drink their family's, and there is nothing to be angry about. Since they have accepted the favor of their family and the alms of their family, they should be treated as guests. If the guest is wrong, he should also be considerate.

Of course, if it is more serious, the seven temples under the Spirit Snake Temple will each give out a part of the materials, and their family will only give one-seventh. However, even if it is only one-seventh, it is a free gift, and there is not a penny in return. And this one-seventh also made her "snow leopard" run aground, which made her very angry.

"Why!" These three words were the first words she had said after knowing about it, and they were enough to sum up all her feelings.

"Guests from the Ancient Temple, please come with me." Iron slag road. Although Tuoba San is stupid, he is not bad. And the girl, or the woman, although he is not sincere, he has no habit of dealing with women. As for that Li Tuohai, he automatically ignored the other party's savings......

Li Tuohai didn't say anything more this time, after all, some words behind his back are not the same thing as in person. Although he looked down on the Splendid Temple in his heart, thinking that they were just a group of beggars who cheated on food and drink, he also knew that he had to do it just now, and if he said anything disrespectful, he would have nothing to look for.

Before he came, the elders of the clan repeatedly told him not to think anything about Kozan Blood Wolf. Not to mention that this hundred-year-old monster is an unfathomable saint-level master, this "insect life" is to fall to the ground for nothing, and he can't ask for it. Who in this world doesn't want to live a long life? If you don't have enough strength, having this ability is equivalent to putting yourself on the display board and attracting people's eyes. The truth of "Miyamoto is not guilty, but he is guilty" has been passed down through the ages, and everyone wants to eat the meat of Tang monks in the legend. But whether you have the life to enjoy it or not depends on your strength.

With Li Tuohai's strength, he obviously doesn't have this fate. The elders of the clan saw this very seriously, so they repeatedly emphasized that they should avoid this junior with average ability and active mind from causing a catastrophe.

However, Li Tuohai is not a completely powerless person, at least he thinks so. He is an insect worm with the ability of "Poisonous Bee Needle", once the sneak attack is successful, the opponent's strength will be greatly reduced (the same as the ability of Captain Xia Yihan, but the lack of "anteater spider venom" can only reduce the opponent's strength, and cannot increase the consumption of the body). However, Li Tuohai still overestimated himself a little, even if the other party only had the strength of the Golden Primary-Rank, it was not something that he could deal with with this toxin, let alone the Holy Rank......

After entering Valhalla, Iron Slag led the way with a candle in front of him, followed by the other three. It didn't take long for them to have another conflict. The reason is that Bi Qingluan thinks that this place is too dark and gloomy, and insists on turning on the flashlight. Iron Slag frowned, not disturbing the slumber of the Heroic Spirits.

For this, the two had an argument. In order to maintain Bi Qingluan, Li Tuohai quickly joined the conflict. Tuoba San stood aside at a loss, trying to persuade but not knowing what to do.

Iron Slag is not a person who talks much, but she is definitely just a sharp and sharp Bi Qingluan, plus she also has a helping voice, which is even more aggressive. The iron slag was so noisy that the roots of his ears hurt, if it was placed in the past, he would have drawn his knife out of the sheath and used his strength to reason with others.

"I haven't heard of this rule, how can we not disturb their deep sleep when there are oil lamps in the tombs of our ancient temples all year round? Could it be that the heroic spirits of your family are different from other people's families? Bi Qingluan said.

"Senior sister is right, only those who have a nervous breakdown will lose sleep when they encounter lights." Li Tuohai said.

"Turn on the lights...... There will be a heavy price to pay, you choose. Iron Slag finally lost his patience and threatened lightly, and the cold tone suddenly lowered the temperature around him by a few points.

Bi Qingluan bit her lip and stared at the iron slag stubbornly, with a great taste of "come, see how you are". Li Tuohai also stared at the iron slag, and a trace of fierceness flashed in his eyes. He secretly mobilized his ability, and the bee sting in his palm was ready to shoot out at any time!

"Division...... Master we are guests, to ...... When you get here, you have to follow the locals. Seeing that the atmosphere was stiffening, Tuoba San stubbornly played a round game.

"Humph!"

Bi Qingluan wrinkled her nose with disdain, let out a soft snort, and then turned off the flashlight. Iron Slag grinned, turned and continued to lead the way.

Bi Qingluan followed behind without saying a word, and did not say anything more. For a moment, the atmosphere became a little awkward. Just now, she saw a hint of determination in the other party's eyes. She knew that this kind of person was very stubborn, and once she was identified, ten cows would not be able to pull it back. If this stalemate continues, there will be no result unless there is a real fight. Tuobasan's words gave her a step, and she went down.