"Hehe, you're quite temperamental! You dare to be so presumptuous in front of Ben Gongzi!" The man on the top of the mountain was finally enraged by Yinchen's ignorance, and his originally high-spirited tone turned to viciousness, but the contempt and contempt in his tone were only stronger than just now.

"What should this son call you?Yinchen?Lord of the Hanlin Academy?Taibao, the prince of the True King?or—" The young man paused, and then said something that made Yinchen raise his head slightly and look at him:

"The servant Xiaoer in Pan Yangcheng's restaurant?"

Silver Dust's spell casting action was abrupt, but his magic was still unleashed smoothly, suppressing the power of wind and thunder in almost the entire forest to a minimum, making it impossible for many people hidden in it to spread out the sky. Silver Dust waited until his magic was fully formed before he slowly looked up at the man, his eyes narrowed, his silver pupils constricted slightly, and he finally recognized the person's identity from the flickering firelight on the top of the mountain.

"His Royal Highness Zhao Meiyu, the prince of the United States?" he said very politely, but there was no respect in his tone, unlike the arrogance and contempt of the prince of the United States, his contempt and disdain, and even contempt, for this person were hidden in his bones. "A eunuch. He thought so in his heart, but he would never say it.

The moment he raised his head, he felt that the powerful aura that had been targeting seemed to move, but he still didn't make excessive moves, and he didn't take advantage of the moment of his attention to let go and come to a gorgeous raid. The light he emitted had already illuminated the woods through, but where the powerful aura was hidden, there was still a black duck, which seemed very abrupt, obviously, that strong man not only had his own strength at least above the double level of the void, but also had a secret treasure, and his combat power was unpredictable.

"Yes, this son was born in the Meiwang Mansion, the bloodline of the Zhao family, and he is a person of destiny. ”

"It doesn't matter. Yinchen turned his gaze to the small dark area again, not taking Zhao Meiyu seriously at all, just responding indiscriminately.

"What's the matter? This son put on such a big scene waiting for you to come, you have such an attitude? Do you know that Gongzi and I were born noble, and I have the favor of heaven to achieve unlimited achievements in the future, and you, no matter how talented you are, will you just be a dog waiting for the Zhao family in the future? Or? Do you want to return to the northern country to continue to be your slave Xiaoer?" Zhao Meiyu stood on the top of the mountain and shouted, unaware that the wind from the south was blowing his wide dark red robe, the robe swayed, and it was reflected by the firelight behind him, showing even more extraordinary heroism, like a god sent by God to rule the world. It's just that no matter how much he shouts, Yinchen just doesn't pay much attention to him.

"It's noisy!" Yinchen rubbed his ears impatiently, his eyes were locked on the darkness, under the blockade of magic, no one from other directions dared to act rashly, and under the lock of his eyes, the enemy in the darkness did not dare to rush forward, and the scene was deadlocked. Silver Dust knew that this stalemate simply wouldn't last long.

Whether the oolong is shot by those lurkers who are sealed and scattered and can only pick up bows and arrows to defend against the enemy, or the lurkers in the darkness who can't bear to force their way forward, will instantly break the delicate balance in the woods and drag the situation into the abyss of melee, and the dog on the top of the high mountain may also ask his subordinates to shoot poisoned arrows at him or something, making the situation even more erosive.

Silver Dust silently adjusted the elemental power in the large amount of light, as if he intended to use the magic composed of these three runes and a weapon to suppress the many opponents here, strong or weak.

Zhao Meiyu on the top of the mountain saw that Yinchen looked like he was ignoring it, and the beautiful face that was originally with a contemptuous smile also darkened, pretending to cough, and carried the wind all over her body, and said sharply in a voice amplified by divine skills: "What? Do you still want to be high in front of Ben Gongzi? Ben Gongzi will tell you! What Ben Gongzi looks down on the most is a sour literati like you!" Ben Gongzi put up such a big battle waiting for you today, just to give you a wake-up call, don't be more mixed up with the real king and the fake king, and obediently come to Ben Gongzi to be a loyal dog! Otherwise, don't say that the Mingquan with only a delicate and soft flesh just now was used by Ben Gongzi to put a green hat on you, it is Lin Xuanchen of the Chongming Wangfu family, and this Gongzi can also grab how to play and play! How is it scared?

Zhao Meiyu was really proud at this time, because Yinchen's body was completely frozen, and he looked at him with his neck up, as if he had been hit by an uncertain turmoil, Zhao Meiyu saw a moment of fear, anger, humiliation and rage, and even a little despair from Yinchen's delicate silver pupils, such eyes made him very comfortable, and even had a feeling of fascination. How long has it been since he had enjoyed such a feeling? Since he was arrogant, he thought about shattering the lives of several people almost every day, to admire their fear, anger, despair, humiliation, and humiliation eyes, and this thrill and satisfaction of appreciating the pain of others gnawed at his soul almost like a drug addiction.

This time, it was really a great satisfaction for him to see this kind of emotion in the eyes of a newly rising Hanlin Academy! However, he would not give up his plan in order to have such satisfaction all the time, and he laid out here in order to directly kill the silver dust.

Therefore, the moment he saw Yinchen raise his eyes and look at him fixedly, he quietly pulled towards a cannon in his hand, which was no more than the thickness of the chopsticks, not much longer than an earthworm, except for a crackling sound, a thin smoke was raised, which did not cause any harm to Zhao Meiyu at all.

That's a siren call.

It was the clarion call to charge.

The golden translucent wind surged in less than half a second after the cannon exploded, turning into a killing intent that permeated the entire dead forest, like a mist, and a frenzy pushed forward layer by layer towards the throat of Silver Dust. The Gangfeng of the Liulan Realm was still like a translucent metal block, coming with an incomparably heavy pressure and an absolute rigid conflict, and from almost thirty meters away, it rushed in front of Yinchen with the speed of Mingquan.

At this time, Yinchen seemed to be still in shock, fear and anger, raising his head and looking at Zhao Meiyu who was high above him motionlessly, as if he was completely unprepared that the top master who was still being watched by him just now would really sneak attack at such a critical moment.

The iron-gray robe wrapped around the stout body, the iron-like hands exuded the power of gold-gray pure gold, the storm full of rigidity and weight like heavy metal, rotated horizontally and crushed towards the body of the silver dust, in the heavy wind, there was also a shocking power similar to a seal, the wind blades that snapped into each other like countless shackles and chains, just when the person deceived into a distance of a kilometer of the silver dust, it suddenly turned into a complete set of "armor of the prisoner" of the blockade action Envelop the silver-colored legendary mage completely.

"Amitabha, the evil Buddha has come to the world!"

Zhongzheng is peaceful, and even with a certain sense of sacredness, the voice is sounding at the moment when the sneak attack is almost successful, the voice is not loud, and it is very comfortable to hear in the ears, there is almost no killing intent in that tone, and there is no impurities of yin and yang, only a solemn atmosphere, the sudden sneak attacker, no matter the shape, dress or voice, and even the action of the shot, are very much like a Buddhist monk with the world in mind, upright and compassionate, how can there be a little bit of despicability that sneaks up and hurts people? But it seems that such a monk who will never sneak attack and hurt people, but at this time he made a despicable sneak attack, or still bullied the small.

The power of pure gold turned into a palm wind as hard and heavy as cast iron, and swept towards the silver dust with the peripheral wind pressure that was like shackles biting with each other with a blockading effect. Before the heavy "Ban Xuan Morayana Divine Palm" hit Yinchen's small face, the wind pressure circling around Gangfeng firmly locked his body in place, and the rain cover of the immovable hegemonic body naturally disappeared without a trace, and when the palm with a thousand powers smashed into Yinchen's face, a shocking sound of ice shattering shattered the confidence of all those who saw this scene.

The head of "Silver Dust" exploded and turned into countless tiny fragments, there was no scene of blood splattering, there was no cruelty of separation of flesh and bones, only the crisp sound of ice being smashed by a hammer, and the Buddhist monks who launched a sneak attack couldn't help but stiffen, because at this time he saw clearly that the silver dust that shaved his head and stared at the top of the mountain was just a statue condensed by cold ice.

He didn't have time to think about anything, because at this moment, the dead woods that had been illuminated by the light magic of silver dust suddenly went dark.

The light quickly gathered at a certain position behind the monk at this moment, where a glowing 45-year-old middle-aged man emerged from the void, his figure was blurry and weird, as if the figures of seventy or eighty people overlapped in that small space, which was under the premise that the body was completely unaffected by gravity, and the vision produced when the "Heavenly Demon Disintegration Dafa" was launched when the Xiang Ghost Night Shadow Absolute Pose was launched.

It was a middle-aged man with a golden body, like an old silver dust, a strange remnant between the physical, the undead, and the divine will. The 45-year-old silver dust had turned a square foot of heaven above his head into a bright enchantment, and the ground under his feet had turned into the jade ground of the Divine Domain Palace, and the air around him was filled with a divine glimmer, as if an infinite amount of golden soul mist had gathered around him, forming a different world for soul magicians.

The Radiance Enchantment, the Great Seal Demon Seal, and two consecutive high-level light magic spells were completely "sacrificed" at this moment, transformed into a golden soul mist, gathered together, and formed a bright enchantment, in this enchantment, protecting the silver dust that has entered the state of light apotheosis, the "front" of this enchantment, is facing the sneak attack monk who has just launched the staggered defense, and does not even have the ability to change the direction - the Master of the Twin Lights.

The golden-colored middle-aged silver dust swung out a golden-colored fist, and a dazzling, huge pillar of light like a high-energy cannon bombardment erupted from his fist. Yinchen's punch, first raised his hand to a fairly high position, then clenched his fist, and then swung his fist out half straight and half downward, which was exactly the same as the punch of Thor that I always saw after the dream.

The light, which erupted into a bombardment of death, almost grazed the life gate of the Twin Light Master and pierced into his body, and then pierced out from the position of the left lower abdomen and directly turned several large trees in front of the Twin Light Master into ashes. At that moment, the Master of the Twin Lights felt as if a burned-out drill bit had reached into his internal organs, and the burning and swirling pain almost made him schizophrenic. He didn't care about the dignity of the evil monk and howled miserably, and his strong and heavy body was propelled forward by a huge and scorching thrust transmitted from behind.

The golden pillar of light raged like a cannon for a full three seconds before slowly dissipating, and the golden light point was still suspended in the air, exuding a short and hurtful heat, and the ambushers who had been blocked and suppressed finally regained the ability to act at this moment, but none of them had the courage to act.

Silver Dust instantly changed back to the appearance of a sixteen-year-old boy, and the surrounding golden soul mist also disappeared as if it had been drained, and at this time, all the runes on his body were reset.

Heaven and Earth Splitting God Fist.

The peerless school that was once thought to have completely disappeared by Silver Dust.

He finally understood that he had not forgotten this inheritance himself, or rather, his brain, but the memory of his arm flesh was still there. Thunder God is like a ghost god, completely annihilated, but their inheritance, their wishes, are not as Yinchen understands, ruthlessly obliterated by Chiyou, but by Chiyou in another way, more completely preserved.

Chi You, who seems to be impersonal, is actually the kindest and kindest, maybe he was once cruel and cruel, but the endless life and death he experienced and so many years of thinking and precipitation are gradually not as narrow and impulsive as "when he was young". On the surface, he is not close to people, but in fact, he has good intentions in a silent place, which is probably the consistent behavior of Chinese people.

Whether it is the Heaven and Earth Splitting God Fist, the Holy Light Hundred Split Claws, and the twelve runes on his body, they are all the inheritance of the Thunder God, the continuation of the immortal life of the Thunder God, in the legendary mage of Silver Dust.

And the Demon Crying Slash Fist and the ability to crack and fight against the bloodline secret art belong to the ghosts and gods.

When everything calmed down, the dead woods became dark again, but the enemies lurking in the depths of the darkness were not ready to move, because the first thing they had to overcome was the fear of the scene in their hearts.

Three seconds later.

"Sure enough...... There really are two brushes. Zhao Meiyu looked at this scene, with an indifferent look on her face, but the hand hidden in the wide sleeve was already trembling slightly. The master of the Jindan realm was seriously injured without even holding on to a single face in front of this silver boy.

The Master of the Twin Lights struggled to get up from the ashes and dirty water, covered his piercing stomach with one hand, and rubbed into a shadow, lurking, finally returning to the same state of concealment as before the raid, grinning and sealing, gathering the wind to heal himself, and of course not forgetting to swallow a golden pill. Just now, it really almost killed him.