Immediately, however, he couldn't care about that. Ever since the silver magician stepped into the empty hall, he had been locked by the hostile wind pressure. The wind rises again, the world returns to hustle and bustle, and even the heavy snow can't suppress the bloodthirsty and restless hearts of the divine warriors.

Like a mountain of thunder, the flat step roars. The gate directly behind Silver Dust was suddenly slammed open with a palm, as if the invaders violently pushed open the ancient and primitive tranquility. A slightly anxious wind blew from behind, kicking up fine dust on the ground that had been reduced to green bricks. The long wind hunted, blowing the magician's black robe forward and unfolding it into a black mandala flower.

Before turning around, Silver Dust reached out and smoothed the long hair on his forehead.

At the same time, the majestic man who came from behind spoke.

The man's voice was as dignified as his countenance, noble and awe-inspiring, reserved and strong. The fluctuation of the wind on his body is a dignified and dignified one that has not been seen for a long time. He was like a paladin standing proudly above the highest hall, with a falling light rippling up and down his body. His steps are like thunder, and his breath is like a thunder dragon. He walked from outside the gate, and 200 steps behind him, Long Aotian was about to put his toes on his back, staring at his back, his eyes full of ardent anticipation.

Long Aotian is the organizer of the entire White Dragon List Martial Arts Conference, this true believer of the Heavenly Crystal Palace, does not want any discord to occur in the conference, and the appearance of Silver Dust is the biggest disharmony, so it only has two choices, either bring the magician under the rule of the Great Talent Slave Dao and transform the discord into harmony, or write off this discord and turn it into a dead discord.

Even with the erased memory, Long Aotian still knew that only the top masters could deal with this so-called second young master in the world. This top master must be able to put down his face, ignore the bad reputation of "bullying the small with the big", and use the thunder and anger of the famous master to erase the unpredictable magic power of the silver magician. Long Aotian vaguely guessed from the inspiration given to him by Wudu that there was also a great god standing behind Yinchen, or rather, Yinchen could really invoke the power of the gods.

Such people, Long Aotian called them gods, and when dealing with them, as long as they tear off the last bit of face, they can not be given room to exert their extraordinary strength.

Therefore, another person who can disregard his face and make a move on the younger generation stands quietly behind him, this person is Long Aotian's big backer.

"This Lei Batian, I have seen the silver dust young man. Rolling thunder came from behind, the sound shook the hall, a lot of dust and sawdust fell from the ceiling, and the neatly arranged square tables and stools swayed and moved slightly, showing a faint hint of rebellion.

The black-robed silver-haired young magician slowly turned around, and with a gesture, he showed the grace of a well-educated man. On the immature face of the fourteen-year-old, there is no cowardice in the face of top masters. In the ice-blue pupils, a little surprise and doubt naturally appeared.

Lei Batian, this name has long faded in the battle of the rivers and lakes, and like the Holy Water Sect, it has become a very rare person, and it can still be remembered occasionally. However, the Iron Palm Gang under his command gathered and scattered, scattered, and capricious, thinking that it was just like today's Red Devil Gate, but he ripped the tiger skin to make the big king flag, and borrowed the name of a certain prestige, which has long had nothing to do with the original inheritance.

If no one mentions it, Yinchen won't even remember that there are still three words Lei Batian in this world, let alone a pair of iron palms that these three words represent, which make the people of the rivers and lakes frightened. Thunderstorm and his gang, mixed in the underworld, originated in the market, and is an urban legend woven by countless heroic stories. If everything can really go back to ten years ago, then Silver Dust will have to pay a junior salute to this "old hero", because his name is sometimes equated with justice.

However, it is impossible to really go back to ten years ago, the increase in entropy in the universe cannot be reduced, and what has happened cannot be completely erased no matter how the memory is modified, no matter how it is removed from this world.

The magician turned and did not salute.

"......" The magician opened his mouth to say something, but found that he had nothing to say at all, he thought that he would never have any intersection with this person again in this life, he thought that this person would no longer even appear in his divine kingdom, and he thought that everything should be turned into the dust of history in the bloody battle called Snow Yang City a few years ago, but now the dust of history has been pieced together into a real image, and it has come to him step by step.

Has time and space really gone back and forth? Has the world really been reset back to ten years ago? The silver-colored god of law couldn't believe it.

"The young man is young, he has a great name in the rivers and lakes, Wenhua Holy Hand, Megatron the world, this seat has been a god for a long time, I can see it today, I really hate it......" Lei said the sky, stopped, and gave a fair fist salute to Yinchen.

Yinchen moved his arms, wanting to return the salute with a fist, but he felt that something was wrong, or that he felt that nothing was wrong at this time.

Many people walked up behind Lei Batian, many bright-looking women, these girls were wearing moon-white long dresses, and there was no chain-like thing behind them, they looked like maids from ordinary big families.

They walked into the dining room from both sides of Lei Batian, and passed by gracefully on both sides of the silver dust, and many girls cast soft eyes at her, and in that gaze, the autumn water was so soft that it could turn people away.

It was you who entered the hall, and regardless of fiddling with the tea set they carried with them, they chose the small square table in the center of the whole hall, and among the exquisite white porcelain, the dark green strong tea was as bright as poison.

Lei Batian looked at Yinchen's overwhelmed appearance, and smiled amiably, his smile made the magician's heart alarmed, and the originally somewhat chaotic thinking instantly condensed. Thunderstorm himself may not have felt that the smile he had just now did not match his bright reputation at all, but seemed a little dark and cruel.

The magician took a slight step back, then bowed slightly, a duel between the mages of Gabroyle.

"I took the liberty to come today, and I ask the young man to forgive me. Lei Batian took a step sideways, stretched out his hand and made a "please" finger, leading Yinchen towards the table in the center of the hall.

"The old hero doesn't have to be polite, speaking of which, bother the old hero to come to see him in person, Xiaosheng is really a little flattered, the previous rudeness, please don't go to the heart of the old hero!"

The magician who came back to his senses was immediately full of nonsense, and at the same time, he was really like a junior, and followed Lei Batian to the square table of Huang Baitian and sat down.

On either side of the square table, there were originally four stools, but only two remained.

On the square table, the fragrance of tea curls, and the silver dust can be judged from the smoke that floats from the palace to be a forbidden thing.

However, he didn't know what this tea was, there was no place on the Fengyuan Continent where Biluochun or bamboo leaf green was produced, and Longjing was not Longjing tea on the earth.

Silver Dust squinted his eyes and looked at the turquoise tea, an abnormal bright blue flowing under his eyes, if he was seen, he would definitely feel that his gaze was piercing. This is the Sky Catcher Eye, which was originally an arcane art, but now it has become ice magic for some reason, and its power has doubled, and it can parse almost anything. Silver Dust has lost its arcane magic, and at the same time has lost its hedging physique, and it depends on each other, and even the elemental compensation is gone, so the magic of each system can be used to its heart's content, but it is more convenient and flexible than before, but without the hedging physique, the attack power has dropped a lot.

The Demon Eye swept over, and I didn't see the problem, the tea is clean tea, but the person who makes the tea may not be clean in his heart. Yinchen had already seen from the actions of the maids that these delicate girls were all slaves of Jianzhou, and maybe even Indra.

Yinchen's eyebrows moved, and he thought of one thing, that is, he had to ask Xi'er, when Gangfeng returned, would the slaves in Jianzhou still be able to use the power of water?

He guesses he can.

These thoughts were only turned around in a flash of light, and he had just sat down on the small stool for a second.

"Silver Dust Shaoxia, this is a tea made from the oasis sword leaf orchid sprouts that the contemptible people got from the Western Regions, the flavor is unique, and please appreciate your face. ”

"The old hero is really a tormenting boy. Yinchen didn't care about the second dark and treacherous look that flashed in Thunderstorm Tian's eyes, and directly picked up the white cute teacup, and the two of them gestured slightly, and both took a sip.

Tea is different from wine, and if you tilt your neck and turn it upside down, you will be laughed at as "cow chewing peony". The tea needs to be tasted slowly, Yinchen took a small sip in his mouth, and tasted that even his nasal cavity was soaked in fragrance, and at the same time, he secretly invoked his magic power, and filled his mouth with holy light energy, purifying all the ingredients in the tea that did not belong to water, and finally only a stream of water remained, before swallowing it.

Lei Batian also took a sip of tea, but he didn't care about the taste of the tea, but secretly stared at Yinchen's throat, seeing that his throat moved, swallowing the tea, a dark smile couldn't help but appear in the corner of his eyes, seeing Yinchen's intoxicated look, the smile was deeper and more ruthless.

Tea must be poisonous. Lei Batian knew it, but the toxins in the firewood water lacked a very ordinary trigger, soy sauce.

Without soy sauce, the poison would not attack and would not be revealed, and it would be useless for anyone to verify it with any poison detection tool. This is the secret recipe of the Seventh Dynasty, and it is mysterious and dangerous. Lei Batian didn't carry soy sauce with him, but he knew that Yinchen would inevitably encounter soy sauce when eating in the future, and the toxins in the tea could be latent in the human body for three to six months.

"It's just half a mouthful, it's still too little. Lei Batian pondered for a while, and then began to talk to Yinchen, drinking tea while talking. Silver Dust seemed to really like this kind of tea, which was said to come from the Western Regions, and tasted half a pot on the spot. The two of them listened to each other, and before they knew it, it was dusk, and when they saw Yinchen half a pot of tea in their stomachs during the thunderstorm, they thought that it was almost over, and while admiring Yinchen's concentration, they asked seemingly casually:

"Silver Dust Shaoxia, a few days ago, a natural disaster came, and it was menacing, although people everywhere have made a lot of preparations, but in the end it is difficult to disobey the will of God. I heard that Gusu City has become a dead land, and Lord Zhenwang has lost his subordinates, and I don't know about him...... With all due respect, did you ever have the heart to make a comeback?"

"Why do you ask this?" Yinchen asked half-truthfully, "Isn't the old hero trying to defect to the True King?"

Thunderstorm Tian's face changed, and he seemed to hear countless thunders from Yinchen's flat tone. He chuckled in his heart, he couldn't say whether he was happy or worried, Yinchen's rhetorical question didn't exceed his expectations, but Yinchen's title to the true king really startled him.

Who doesn't know that the son of the true king Zhao Guangyi's demon fetus, has lived incognito in a very secret place since he was a child, and only when he was ten years old did he suddenly appear in Blood Yang City, destroying the Nalan clan in one fell swoop, so that today's Nano clan is in charge of the northern country, conquering Pershing, and determining the situation in the world. Otherwise, the collapse of Nano will inevitably fail to crown the Shadow Emperor on the occasion of his death. The young man in front of him, Xueyang became famous in a fight, and Pershing became a powerful man in a fight. "The Son of Heaven guards the country, and the king dies in Sheji" is ten words, and the words weigh more than a thousand pounds. When it is the holy hand of Wenhua, the soldier is dominant. But no one in the world knows that he is the son of Zhao Guangyi and Ling Yue Fujin, the son of the demon fetus, and the title of Zhao Guangyi has always been "father-in-law"!

When have you ever seen him call Zhao Guangyi the true king? Could it be that there is a rift between him and Zhao Guangyi?

"It's not a suspicion, I'm afraid that it will break up, maybe it's a daughter, once reduced to a bankrupt beggar, not to mention, Zhao Guangyi was hostile to the northerners all his life, and the Yue Emperor was at odds, and now the generals he relied on to resist these two sides are all dead, I'm afraid that I can't protect myself, the so-called lord humiliates the ministers and escapes, his son doesn't care if he is biological or not, he should find another way, there is no reason to accompany him to die, and even he himself hopes that his son can have a way out. Ay. Lei Batian turned these thoughts in his heart, straightened his sitting posture, and said softly: "Lord Zhenwang has been upright in his life, and he has been friends with this god for a long time, so of course he will go to visit him in the future." It's just that...... I heard that he was at odds with the emperor there. ”

"Out of the way. Silver Dust said dryly.

"That ......"

"If the old hero has something to say, please speak up. There was no joy or anger on Yinchen's face, nor was he serious, and he didn't have a guarded expression, this chaotic and unclear expression really made Lei Batian a little uncertain, but the old rivers and lakes are old rivers and lakes after all, when to change the temptation, when to change the decisiveness, he can pinch it very accurately.

"I came here today to match you and seek prosperity and wealth in your life. After Lei Batian said this, he was satisfied to see Yinchen's eyes wide.

"What wealth?" Yinchen was really surprised, he didn't think that the old man in front of him could have a few taels of silver on him, giving him the so-called wealth. The magician's curiosity was piqued.

"Naturally, it's a great wealth. Shaoxia, you are young, you can break into a great name, the battle of Pershing, Wen Taowu is slightly stunning in the world. Although each was its own master at that time, you can also see the current situation clearly, right? The Jianzhou Iron Cavalry has won the throne and has become the orthodoxy of the world, so let those things in the past pass! Now the imperial court is the time to employ people......