"This official, the Sprinkle family has heard about it, and I heard that there are many civil and military officials in the court, forcing the emperor to make Wang Shenhai the number one young master in the world!" he said that he had to rush out of the door to play with his mind, and it seemed that he had forgotten to ask for the reward.

Yinchen was truly shocked, so much so that he didn't have time to wonder if this little yellow door was instructed to say this, or if he really wanted to reveal a free inside information to him, in case he made a mistake when choosing sides. At this time, all his thoughts were focused on the news itself that "Wang Shenhai is the number one master in the world", or more precisely, the reaction of the world's boxers who heard the news.

Even if it is as strong as silver dust, it is impossible to be omniscient, at least not to be able to anticipate everything that happens in the world, as some mysterious prophets do. Yinchen didn't expect at first that the imperial court would choose Wang Shenhai, an ordinary guy, to be the so-called number one young master in the world, he always thought that it was Liang Rongfeng, Du Chuanchang, and a certain hero in the lamp bro to take on such a heavy responsibility, not Wang Shenhai, who has no strength, no record, no reputation.

This appointment by the imperial court completely overturned all his estimates of the current situation, but it did not disrupt his battle plan. Silver Dust is now like the Great Demon King in some games, no matter how the opponent changes his tactics, he will rely on his strength to crush him. The flame of the ghosts and gods melts the ice of the world, and the weapon of the prince smashes the soul of the world, he is not afraid.

"I just don't know what the situation will turn out when we are called? Yinchen said to himself, a little worried about Wang Shenhai. Wang Shenhai is not his person, and even his memory of this person is quite vague. However, there was still a little touch in his heart, and he was a little worried about Wan Jianxin's thoughts.

"Let such a person go, go to the world's number one young master, will Wan Jianxin feel embarrassed by honey?" Yinchen laughed like a prankster, and turned on the system to send a message to Wan Jianxin.

"Brother Wan?"

"What's the matter? Don't sleep yet? Not enough exercise during the day? I said you should have solved that Wen Lei Jun together. Wan Jianxin's reply, there was a sharp energy between the lines.

"I just heard the news that Wang Shenhai may be designated as the world's number one young master, is it surprising or not?"

"Who?"

"Wang Shenhai. ”

"......" Wan Jianxin is manually funny. Almost ten seconds passed. He sent another message:

"Xue Wuxian is a great master, hehe. ”

"You mean, this is - Xue Da Boss is behind the push?" Yin Chen felt incredible: "Is his weight enough?"

"Anyway, the world's number one master and apprentice master must be sure. Wan Jianxin's words were sarcastic, and then a red message crossed the middle of Silver Dust's vision.

"Emergency! There is bloodshed in some rooms!Please all members of the Civilization Temple go online immediately —— a Xuanzi. ”

Then, Silver Dust's vision was swallowed up by a translucent golden message.

"What the hell!"

"I can't sleep well—"

"Whew-sleepy!"

"Li Shengyang, don't you like to stay up late the most?"

"If you drink too much, what are you afraid of? ”

"Return to the system!"

"I didn't make a mistake!"

"Quiet !!!!!!!!"

Yinchen sent two shocking big characters, and the screen disappeared: "Yixuanzi, Li Shengyang, Wan Jianxin, the three of you count the number of people and see if there are any who return in your sleep." ”

Thirty seconds later, Wan Jianxin replied, "No." ”

He didn't fail to get a reply from Silver Dust, because at this moment, Silver Dust had already heard the sound of footsteps outside the door as light as butterfly wings.

The sound of footsteps is more appropriate than a sound as a spatial vibration. Yinchen bets that even a top master like Ten Thousand People may not be able to hear this kind of voice. This is not the sound of a magic master deliberately lowering his steps and quietly approaching, this is the silence of a person wearing special silence equipment, approaching with murderous intent.

Silver Dust took a deep breath and slowly exhaled it, the wind floated on the surface of his body, driving the robe to hunt, and with a flick of his hand, the light in the room disappeared immediately, and the candles on the candlesticks nailed to the corner were all extinguished, leaving only a trace of pale smoke rising in the darkness. Yinchen's eyes flickered, pushing the golden mountain and pouring the jade pillar, and a bone rolled down on the low bed covered with the forbidden weaving of the palace, making a very dull sound. This sound must have reached the ears of the approaching unknown person outside the door through the thin door panel, and it must have reassured him a little, so that he could make more violent movements.

But the man outside the door didn't even make the sound of footsteps like butterflies flapping their wings.

He should have been in front of the door, or at least the magician guessed that he should have been, but the man stood still in front of the door at this time, not even breathing. Yinchen knew that the secret technique of breathing on the rivers and lakes was full of sweat cows, and it was not worth a lot of money at all, but he didn't expect that the secret technique of breathing of the people outside the door was so powerful that even the sound of breathing could be blocked.

"What is this?Fetal Breath Secret Technique?," the magician thought as he lay on the bed, and before he knew it, his own breathing had become extremely thin and slender. By the time he came to his senses and realized that he had done so, it was too late.

The man outside the door seemed to be about to leave. Through some particularly indescribable sense, the magician sensed that the man had turned around silently—

"It's too late to leave!" the magician smiled like iron in the endless darkness, and the power of the shadow turned into a curse, silently pouring through the thin wooden door like a bucket of black sewage.

At the moment when the curse was activated, the magician saw the face of the person for the first time through his own spell, and that person was not a special guy, but a certain lampbro master who had just accompanied him to "eat".

This young man of about twenty-five years old had a black money rat tail braid, and the two thin black lines, hanging from the back of his neck, looked particularly funny. He had a brownish-yellow coarse linen scarf covering half of his face, revealing only a pair of gray-red eyes and a forehead as smooth as a light bulb, giving people the feeling that there were no silver taels here. His eyebrows are very light, almost invisible under the light of the light, as if under the bright forehead, it is directly connected to your round eyes, almost without any transition. This young master, who belonged to Dembrow, was facing the door sideways at this time, as if halfway through his reincarnation, he encountered the "black water" gushing out from the gap under the wooden door.

The moment the magician saw the situation in the corridor through the spell, he secretly said in his heart. The Curse of Darkness doesn't work well in well-lit places. Sure enough, the dark curse, the moment he rushed out of the crack, the power dropped by almost half, and the young master in the east was also extremely alert, or he was born with a very keen perception of dark energy, and his resistance was high enough, when he felt a sudden numbness on his calves, the infinite dark energy contained in his veins burst out, shaking the curse away, and a dark red wave of qi rose on his body, looking like there was no flame at all. The mage guessed that he might be a guy who used other types of dark blood powers.

The magician, knowing that all camouflage was completely useless at this time, immediately ejected an arcane missile and struck the door, and the thin plank door opened silently, as if the owner had respectfully opened the door to welcome guests. And the room was pitch black.

Silver dust flew silently up the roof, lurking over a small section of beams separated by a thin formwork. All the small compartments of the Tongsheng tube are completely isolated, and the high arched beams are also covered with thin partitions, which are mounted on thick wooden beams with fine copper nails.

That's enough space to hide a mage.

Silver dust lurks in the darkness and turns on Infernal Night Vision. As he expected, the young master who had been attacked knew that he had been completely exposed, and there was no point in absconding back at this point, so he turned around and walked into the room in a grand manner.

As soon as he stepped into the room, he felt that it was dark in front of him, and it seemed that the door behind him closed silently, but he knew that it was impossible, because even if it was an ordinary Jianghu boxer, when he rashly entered the enemy's territory, he would not go too deep. The place where he was standing at this time was actually very particular, just like an upright door control, blocking the way when the door was closed, so that others could not close the door at once, if it was forced, it would inevitably make the door panel slap on his face, although it must be very embarrassing, but he could also use this to exit the door and get out of danger.

And now, the door, which was not supposed to be closed, suddenly closed. The Lampburo masters who are proficient in dark blood energy are experts in night battles, and they will not lose much combat power in an all-black environment, but the problem is that he is locked in this small room, so he loses the possibility of contacting the rear, as a member of the Lampburo who is actually not so elite, he is just an agent who fights the front station, not a peerless brave man who really came to kill this silver-haired demon king.

Although he is a glorious lamp bro, he is not a dead soldier, the moment the door is closed, he retreats a little, and his originally straight waist pole is also slightly rickety, this subtle movement is seen by Silver Dust.

After a second, the light bro master's expression returned to normal. He stood in the darkness and bowed very formally:

"Dare to ask if it's the Silver Dust Young Man in person?"

By the time he said this, the dark energy in its heyday had been operating to the extreme, and the dark red flashes of light flickered and disappeared on his surface, as bright as starlight in the complete darkness of the room.

He did this, which is very in line with the rules in the rivers and lakes. Mobilizing the strength of the whole body for defense is a rule that is very beneficial to the strong, and it has become an iron law that everyone abides by in the thousand-year-old civilization. It's just that the energy mobilized in this way can be used not only for defense, but also for surprise attacks. And this sudden attack is a certain difference between the righteous path and the demonic path.

The magician was at least fifty percent sure that if he spoke, then a storm of dark energy would inevitably slap towards the source of the sound. It is impossible to expect the masters of the lampburo to have any righteous conduct.

"That's right, it's down there. The magician spoke, but the stormy dark attack did not come from the young master's fists and feet, for he could not find the source of the sound. The moment the magician opened his mouth, his voice was evenly distributed in the small, invisible darkness. The sound that protected him was like something in the air, it was there thousands of years ago, and it was still there thousands of years later, and that sound didn't even have a beginning and an end, like the ripples of the eternal river of time, it seemed to have always existed, but it had just been discovered by the young master of the lamp.

The young master slowly raised his hands and put on a defensive posture, and the magician who squatted on the beam of the room, carefully observed his starting style, and judged that he was definitely not attacking the enemy with flames, but seemed to turn the darkness into some kind of sound wave, or flowing water and other forms of attack, in a form that was almost like a spell.

Of course, it is impossible to learn real spells, because he only masters forms, not elements.

The moment the young master of the lamp bro heard the sound, he raised his hand in a daze, and a dark red starlight seemed to emerge from the palm of his hand, but what he really released was a pitch-black and thick cloud, the black cloud Civic rushed straight to the beam of the room at high speed, and the inside of the black cloud rolling, there seemed to be the sound of rolling iron wheels. It turned out that the young master had already discovered the direction of Silver Dust, and he, like the magician, also had the ability to see things at night.

Facing the rolling black cloud, the magician stretched out a finger and lightly touched the center of the glowing dark red light, and a thick lightsaber shot out from his fingertip, silently purifying the black cloud into nothingness.

A golden glow illuminates the entire cottage. The young master had to quickly close his eyes to prevent himself from being blinded by the sudden golden light. The moment he closed his eyes, he felt a dangerous heat wave coming from the front door. He reached out, and his arm wrapped around the cloud of black smoke was still pierced by a sharp wave of heat, forcing him to move sideways to dodge the fatal blow.

When he opened his eyes again, the room was still dark, but his eyes that could see at night were the magician sitting on the beams that had long been locked. There were many tears hanging from the corners of his eyes, which was an instinctive reaction after being stimulated by strong light, and the eyes that could see at night were themselves sensitive to light, and at this moment, he felt very regretful and regretful about his ability to see things at night, and he no longer regarded it as a kind of pride and glory as before.