Volume III, Chapter 179: The Return of Sharjah and Xiǎololi

Volume 3 Southern Rainy Season

Chapter 179: The Return of Sharjah and Xiǎololi

Ahem, the beginning of a new volume, a new page in the history of the continent has been opened...... Ahem, the new beginning of the legendary story, that's what the poets say......

"Grandpa, I'm back" Before the person arrived, the sound came first, but the sound didn't arrive for long, and immediately after, a delicate figure like a butterfly jumped and jumped, and even flashed, like the wind, and threw himself into the arms of an old man sitting upright in the hall, rubbed like a xiǎo animal, and lay there.

The reason why I say "like the wind" is not that luàn said, but that came with this xiǎo figure, and there was really a gust of wind, which made people worry about the xiǎo objects that might be in this hall.

"Ouch, girl, your strength is good again, I'm about to lose track of you," the old man said very lovingly, his two big hands gently patting the back of the xiǎo thing that was writhing in his arms.

But I don't know if any magician, well, the real magician who is called the important weapon of the country, will be so shocked that he can't help but open his mouth wide - the creator god is above, God, how did those winds disappear?

Yes, that's right, the xiǎo wind brought in just now is really not a big deal, any magician can mobilize the elements to melt those winds without a trace in his mind, and even a magician doesn't need it, a quasi-mage can easily do it.

But, God, who can say how the winds disappeared? The elements here have not been mobilized in the slightest? The wind just now is ...... It's so inexplicably gone.

This is extremely amazing and shocking, but no one has seen the scene of the high-end power of the wizarding world.

No, it's not right to say that no one has seen it, but the person who sees it is regarded as if he has not seen it, but he took a few steps forward as usual, and then knelt down respectfully on the ground and said, "Disciple...... Disciple meets the teacher"

In the past, most of the time he called himself a "student", and only a few times, such as being taught, did he call himself a "disciple" in an admiring way, and the old man never corrected him, but he knew that it was not formal after all.

Because the old man said as early as twenty years ago, his lineage is like this, not a master, not a disciple. This is the norm of lineage, but it cannot be changed by itself.

And now, I have finally become a mage, and I finally have the qualifications to truly become a "disciple". Therefore, although this is not the first time that this self-proclaimed "disciple" has a meaning, it is by no means the same as before.

Between the tones, there is a sense of seeking recognition.

The "disciple" is the son, but the "student" is only an outsider after all. And he, looking forward to standing beside the old man as a disciple, has been a long, long time, but until now, there is no such scene.

"Sharjah, you're fine. In fact, as early as 20 years ago, when the teacher saw you for the first time, he already decided that you were my disciple, even if you couldn't take that step in your life, it would be the same. The old man just said lightly as if he were gossiping.

This simple single sentence almost brought tears to the eyes of the comer, but he was speechless, and only after he fell down again did he say in a slightly trembling voice: "Disciple...... Disciple meets the teacher"

Although it was the same sentence as when Fang Cai first entered the hall, the meaning and its central context were completely different.

"Alright, get up," the old man said softly.

"Yes, teacher. It was only a moment, just now, the voice was still trembling, but now, the voice was full of composure and calmness, as well as that faint majesty. ――At this time, the voice of the visitor really had the air of a magician.

The visitor was still as usual, with the habit he had developed twenty years ago, and walked to the left side of the old man and stood still.

The old man didn't care about him, just patted the xiǎo thing in front of him again and said, "Girl, let's take a few steps back and let me see." ”

Seeing this, I believe it is already clear to readers and friends that the two people who came are Sharjah and Xiǎololi, who have just returned to Giant Rock City.

xiǎololi retreated a few steps according to his words and stood in front of the old man.

"Grandpa, why do you look at people like this" xiǎololi stood in the spacious hall with his hands down, feeling uncomfortable writhing around. The old man's gaze seemed to penetrate her, making her feel a little máomáo.

Sharjah also set his sights on xiǎololi at this time, but because he had been with xiǎololi for more than a month, all the changes in xiǎololi's body had also happened in front of his eyes, so he couldn't see anything. ,

In the eyes of the old man, it was completely different.

Between heaven and earth, a gray méngméng fog méngméng, without boundaries and boundaries, and on the xiǎo person in front of him, there is a pale white sè light cocoon of about 5 meters wrapped, and the dots of yellow sè, red sè, green sè, and blue sè light surround this light cocoon, piercing in and out from time to time, flying like a butterfly.

It's just that even the smallest number of yellow sè light spots, in this light cocoon, are also rotating in an orderly manner, looking at the rotating trajectory, compared to the other three sè light spots, it is more like a guardian.

This is the vision of a sanctuary, the true vision of a legendary mage.

In this field of view, a qiē non-elemental grain builder can be ignored.

And what you see is what you can, which means that in their eyes, a non-elemental grain builder is all a disguise and a void.

The old man has not already stepped into the Sacred Realm level, but because of the inheritance relationship of the teacher, he has some special passages through guò, and he has some skills of the Sacred Realm in advance.

"Girl is good, three extremes?" the old man blinked, his real vision disappeared silently, and said with a smile.

"Grandpa, how do you know, it's so amazing, the girl admires you to death," xiǎololi cocked his thumb, grinned, and jumped up and thrust himself into the old man's arms.

It's just that this thumb and talk of hers unconsciously carries someone's shadow.

It's no wonder that someone in a different world has long said that "Pengsheng is in the hemp, but not straight, the white sand is in Nirvana, and it is black with it".

The old man shook his head, and didn't care about her, but just knocked on her head and said, "Girl, how is it, are you unhappy to play outside this month? ”

"No, my brother is good to me. Xiǎololi wrinkled her nose and said delicately.

"Brother?"

"Yes, my brother is fine. Grandpa, can you give me that red sè xiǎo brand? I'm going to give it to my brother. ”

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