With the ignition of wormwood and mosquito coils, many mosquitoes in the compound began to flee as if they had been blown by the strong wind. When sensing this situation, Fang Tian smiled slightly. After some tossing, it finally didn't cost. If the mosquitoes are still in this situation, it will not be fun.

Once "Journey to the West" was finished, it was getting late, and everyone dispersed without mentioning it.

And this night, just passed quietly.

The next morning, when Fang Tian got up from his sleep, he was relieved to find that he finally didn't have another bag on his arm, and his nose sniffed it gently, and there was still a faint smell of wormwood in the air.

Even if this method is completed, let the brothers in the group do the same.

It's just that there are not a lot of wormwood in the nearby mountains, and it grows relatively sparsely, so I'm afraid it can't stand up to use. But for the time being, it's fine. As for the future, whether to set aside some land for planting or something, let's wait for later.

After breakfast, according to the predetermined plan, Fang Tian began the third chapter of Long Aotian's story, and this time the location of the story was placed by him on the high platform that had just been built a few days to the west of the fountain.

It's no longer like when I first came here to talk about "Journey to the West", at that time, after talking about it a few times, although the town was full of onlookers, when Fang Tian wanted to talk about it, he still started talking directly.

Now, there are so many people in and out of the town, thousands, tens of thousands.

There were so many magicians with high levels such as seventh, eighth, ninth or mage, so many fourth, fifth, or sixth-level martial artists, so many listeners, so Fang Tian couldn't help but be a little cautious and give advance notice.

In fact, as long as you start to tell, basically everyone who wants to listen will hear it, but if you notice it in advance, it is a matter of attitude.

There was no notice, and the lecture began quietly. Then many people hear it, and psychologically it may feel as if they are listening secretly, in short, it is not grandiose. If it is a formal announcement, it is completely different, and in the current situation, the announcement is almost an invitation.

There are announcements and there are no notices, and the feeling is completely different.

So, it may seem like an inconsequential announcement. In fact, it is important.

And this task was assigned by Fang Tian to Sharjah, and then Sharjah notified it to several magicians such as Andy and Falstein, who had been invited by Fang Tian to supervise the security inside and outside Redstone Town during this time, and then these Excellencies notified each place through their respective relationships.

It's really a tedious process.

In fact, just let Sharjah shout at the noise. People within a radius of hundreds of miles can hear it, but an upright mage really doesn't do it like this, and it makes sense to do it once in a while, if it keeps doing this, it will be too boring.

About a magic hour or so, in the area centered on the tall building platform, there was a sharp increase in crowd density in a radius of dozens of miles, and it was said that it was shoulder to shoulder. It's a little too much, but it's not far away, and anyone who throws their arms around can hit a few people.

But so many gatherings of thousands of people, although there were whispers of small groups everywhere, but the whole crowd was overall. But it seemed very quiet and relatively silent.

They were all waiting for the same voice.

"Alas!" Somewhere dozens of miles away, on a secluded hill outside the town, an old magician suddenly sighed softly.

"Your Excellency, why sigh?" among the few people who were in the same place. Another magician asked, and the others looked over as well.

"This story was told for the first time. His Excellency Fang Tian was level six, and when he talked about the second time, his Excellency Fang Tian was level seven, and now, when he started talking about the third time, his Excellency Fang Tian was already level eight. I'm sighing, isn't it that by the time I talk about the fifth round, His Excellency Fang Tian has already entered the mage?" said the old magician. ...,

After he said this, several other people thought that it was really the case, so they immediately all fell silent.

In the induction of the elements, when there was no longer any flow of people, Fang Tian began to speak.

"The last time we talked about it, there was a change on the island, and a staircase leading to the sky appeared, and Long Aotian began to step on the staircase and walked up. ”

At this moment, everyone is looking forward to it, and everyone is holding their breath.

"Long Aotian originally thought that in this ladder, something would happen, but no. It was like walking on the most ordinary and ordinary steps, one, two, ten, until the eighty-first step, and the stone steps were exhausted. When Long Aotian walked again, he found that there were no stone steps to walk on, and in a trance, he found himself in a courtyard. ”

Fang Tian paused slightly when he said this.

This is the necessary rhythm that Fang Tian unexpectedly learned to tell after so many times.

This kind of pause is to allow the listener to expand his imagination or to have a buffer space, and the second is to let him take a breath. If you want to finish the story calmly and calmly, this kind of pause is a must.

And of course, in this small pause, all kinds of speculation began among the listeners.

("What kind of courtyard? Or is it like what Kaspersky encountered?") Someone speculated, of course, in a relatively low voice to the people around him.) ）

("A courtyard where a super martial artist used to practice martial arts here?") Someone is using a super imagination, this must be a martial artist.) ）

("A courtyard where a great magician meditated?") Of course, there are also magicians who think so.) ）

Words like this come out one after another.

In tens of thousands of people, at least hundreds of speculations were born at the same time.

But most likely, none of their guesses were true.

Coming from the bizarre world in his previous life, he had seen a lot of inexplicable things, Fang Tian knew best that at this time, it was best for Long Aotian to be as ordinary as possible, the more ordinary it was, the more extraordinary it was. The more ordinary the situation, the more extraordinary the impact it is.

Just like it's not uncommon to have rain in the sky, it's not uncommon to have fish in the rain, and it's not uncommon for fish to have two mouths and four eyes.

"This is a very ordinary courtyard, usually when it comes, Long Aotian thought that he had returned home and saw the courtyard of his home. At this time, Long Aotian was even wondering, could there be a door in a certain room that suddenly opened, and then his father came out of it?

"But no, the whole courtyard was silent, there was no sound, no people. ”

Long Aotian took a closer look at this courtyard. In fact, you don't need to look at it at all, this small courtyard is very simple, from left to right, a total of three houses, standing there. ”

When Fang Tian said this, he stopped again.

So all kinds of speculations naturally unfolded again, but at this time, most of them were what would be in those three houses, some people guessed that it was the secret record of the martial artist, of course, some people guessed that it was the secret record of the mage, which was the most guessed.

And this time, their speculation has largely sidelined.

In fact, the general framework is also here, and it is impossible to deviate from it. Fang Tian couldn't say that Long Aotian entered the house, only to find a basket of tomatoes on the table.

Of course, it's not impossible to say this, but then you have to fall into that proper framework, which is nothing more than eating a tomato, feeling something or something......

Long Aotian first walked to the house on the left. The door is closed. So Long Aotian tentatively pushed it gently, but he didn't push it away. Taking a few steps back and taking a closer look, Long Aotian stepped forward again, and this time, he carefully added a little more force. ”...,

But the door was still not open, but there were a few handwriting on the door. ”

"Long Aotian looked at it and saw that the words were, 'Rank Nine Martial Artist Road'. ”

When Fang Tian said this and stopped again, the many listeners in the audience, especially the martial artists, immediately went crazy.

("Rank 9 Martial Artist Road!")

("Level 9?")

("Oh God, did I hear me right??9?")

Some even lost their temper because they were so shocked that they shouted out loudly.

For a moment, the many breaths began to become heavy. After a while, countless crazy and fanatical eyes stared at the high platform, more specifically, at the small figure sitting on the steps of the high platform.

Even though Fang Tian was calm and calm, at this moment, he was stared at by the countless eyes that seemed to carry infinite power, and his whole body tightened.

It's not an illusion, and it's not stage fright.

It's a real and deep feeling that comes from the body.

In his previous life, reading some novels, Fang Tian had never understood what "murderous" was, but at this moment, he thought, he probably understood.

Taking a deep breath slowly and long, Fang Tian tried his best to relax, and then continued to speak slowly and calmly:

All of a sudden, Long Aotian's heart was also burning, and he even thought that he had seen it wrong, so he looked at it again. In fact, it's just such a few simple words, how can you read it wrong? The result of contemplating it again told Long Aotian that he had seen it correctly before, it was the 'Ninth-level Martial Artist Road'. ”

"But the door of this room is not open after all. ”

Long Aotian thought about it, and based on his previous experience on the island, he came to the second house on the right and pushed it hard again. ”

"This door, like the one just now, still hasn't opened, and at the same time, a few words are displayed on the door. ”

"Long Aotian looked down, but this time, it was the 'Holy Rank Mage Road'. ”

Another pause.

And this time, it was the magician audience who couldn't calm down.

("Holy Order, Holy Order?")

("The Ultimate Order of the Magior?")

These are probably those who don't know that the Holy Land exists. In fact, Fang Tian didn't know the Holy Domain, so far, the highest level of the magician he knew was the archmage of Saler, and he didn't know what this archmage represented.

("Does the Holy Rank mean the Sanctuary, or is it higher?") Outside the town, in the valley, Archmage Salee muttered.) (To be continued)