(); Uncle Hai didn't answer Yan Chaofan's question, just stood aside with his hands behind his back, staring at Chang Ming with an interesting expression on his face.

Chang Ming's face was red, some blood was faintly spilling out under his skin, and his eyelids were beating desperately, as if they were responding to the beating green tendons at the corners of his forehead.

Fourth-level B, one has a realm level, and there are only two people in the entire Heavenly Dome Continent outside the temple. Of course, now Ye Pingzhou and Lu Qianxue also have domains, but this matter has not yet been announced to the public, and of course it is impossible for Yan Chaofan to know.

Now there are no fourth-level first-class mechanics on the mainland, and this level has almost become a legendary thing. Fourth-level B, the realm of the realm, is the dream of all mechanics, the realm of the pinnacle!

And Chang Ming, a young man in his twenties, was about to break through this level and become the top existence in the Heavenly Dome Continent...... But he didn't want it, and would rather take the risk and suppress the hierarchy as well?

Why is this, Yan Chaofan can't think of it at all.

Uncle Hai seemed to have guessed why Chang Ming did this. As time passed, a large amount of bloodshot appeared on Chang Ming's skin, which seemed to be a little unpleasant, and Uncle Hai's expression gradually changed from relaxed to solemn.

The female bird is very clever, she can't understand it herself, so she doesn't look at Chang Ming, but keeps staring at Uncle Hai, trying to judge Chang Ming's current situation from his expression. Seeing that Uncle Hai's face changed, her face also changed. Could it be that Chang Ming's current situation is very bad?

But no matter how worried she was, there was nothing she could do at this time. The female bird could only clench her fists and silently thought in her heart: Master, you must be safe!

The dense mist formed by the anodic water shrouded Chang Ming's surroundings, and they formed a warm film that penetrated through his clothes, penetrated through every pore, and made every inch of his whole body in close contact with it.

The fog is very pleasant. Chang Ming only felt that his spiritual power was like the sea water at high tide, rising irrepressibly. With each cycle, his mental power would increase by a single point. Under this impact, the barrier between Class IV C and Class IV B crumbles. It can be washed away at any time.

What he has to do now is to hold this firmly, absolutely to protect him. He knew that the other side of the levee was the supreme realm that countless people dreamed of, but it was not what he wanted, at least, not what he wanted now!

The back waves push the front waves, and every push of the spiritual force will cause a strong impact on the "embankment". He didn't defend passively, but worked hard to adjust the capacity limit of his original spiritual power, wanting to fully accommodate this rapidly increasing spiritual power.

But all of a sudden, this was a whole level. His original spiritual power had already reached the limit of the fourth-level C, and he only needed an opportunity to break through. Now it's like adding another bucket of water to an almost full tank, how can you keep it from overflowing?

There's only one way to do that, and that's to make the "water tank" bigger!

Chang Ming gritted his teeth and began to try to fine-tune his soul structure. This structure he had seen countless times. Even a certain part of the foundation was designed by himself, and he was very familiar with every line.

Ash II suddenly spoke in his head and asked, "Do you need help with calculations?"

Chang Ming was overjoyed: "Of course!"

"The data is very complex, and the estimation progress may be slow, and it still needs the full cooperation of the owner. ”

Chang Ming took a deep breath and said in his mind, "It's okay, come." I can hold on!"

Beads of sweat began to form on his forehead, beads of sweat mixed with bits of blood, turning into pink marks that slid down his face. His collar quickly became stained, and the area grew larger.

Uncle Hai stared at him tightly, his fingers constantly flexing and stretching. It looks like he's ready to make a move at any moment.

Soon after, there were faint fluctuations from Chang Ming's body, which seemed to be irregular, sometimes fast, sometimes slow. It looks very confusing. Uncle Hai turned his head sideways, carefully judging the law of fluctuations, and finally breathed a sigh of relief and showed joy on his face.

The female bird kept staring at him, and just wanted to relax, but suddenly remembered that Uncle Hai had also been lax before, but after a while, she became nervous again. No, until Chang Ming really gets better, he still can't let his guard down!

But this time, the joy on Uncle Hai's face became stronger and stronger, and finally he completely relaxed, let out a long breath, opened his fist, and patted his waist. He became rickety again, and muttered like a real old man: "Young people nowadays, they are really getting bolder...... But hey!"

Time passed little by little, and suddenly, Grass Sword's shoulders shrugged, and the whole person rushed out! He had been extremely vigilant, and if he noticed that something was wrong, he immediately attacked!

His attack was just right, and as soon as he burst out, he immediately met a black shadow in mid-air. The two sides staggered, and the black shadow made a "click" sound, and smashed down from the sky, just on a piece of white bone, the bone chips splashed everywhere, and the black shadow also became two.

Shui Qing's face changed, and she shouted, "Be careful, there are enemies!" At the same time, the guiding light in her hand shone through. The white light pierced through the fog and shone on the black shadow that had just fallen. She frowned and asked, "What is this?"

It was a soft, black object that looked a bit like an eel, but about two meters long, much larger than a real eel. It was cut in two by the grass sword and fell to the ground, and the two bodies continued to twist vigorously, squeezing the white bones on the ground and deforming.

Yan Chaofan saw it clearly, and exclaimed, "This is a mechanism!" He pointed at it, and the beasts also saw it.

Yes, even though its cut-out surface is black, it's barely visible, and it's made up of accessory sets, yes, it's a trap!

Yan Chaofan was about to walk over to take a closer look, when the female bird exclaimed: "Be careful!"

She shook her hands, and countless pink blades of light shot out, densely blocking them in front of them. She is worthy of being a ninth-order beast, and her reaction speed is very fast. The blade of light blocked the three black shadows that flew in, and they were all exactly like the one from the previous one - all of them were two-meter-long, black eel-like traps!

They swim in the air like fish in water. They are not usually fast, but occasionally accelerate suddenly. At that time, they were like lightning, and they were extremely difficult to guard against or avoid.

At this time, the pink light blade released by the female bird smashed three of them, and another one rushed into it with a lot of scars, and it was in front of the female bird in an instant. The grass sword struck again, easily splitting the mechanism close to the female bird into two pieces.

The white light on Shui Qing's hand shone along the source of the black shadow, and everyone saw the scene in the depths of the fog at the same time, and their faces changed at the same time-

In the thick fog, black eels like this were overwhelming, almost filling the entire space!

They swam nimbly in the air, as if alarmed by the movements of the female bird and the grass sword, and pounced in unison!

......

The guiding lamp was placed on the ground, and the white light shone hollowly towards a certain part of the thick fog, illuminating the figures who were constantly shuttling and fighting in the white fog.

Grass Sword, Female Fowl, Shui Qing, and Yan Chaofan all went into battle, and they firmly guarded Chang Ming's side, and fought fiercely against the black eel mechanism that rushed forward.

Chang Ming seemed to be unconscious, and there seemed to be disorder, and it seemed like regular fluctuations coming from him, with a strong sense of danger. It can even give people the feeling that he is a bomb that could be triggered and explode if he is not careful!

But the four of Grass Sword didn't care about these at all, they just kept a firm grip on Chang Ming's side, as if they didn't realize the danger he was about to bring, and they all focused on the outside. Although the grass sword and the female bird have long regarded Chang Ming as their masters, Shui Qing and Yan Chaofan have just experienced Chang Ming's life-saving grace, and now is the time to repay the favor!

The fog was constantly stirred, and the battle between the two sides was extremely fierce.

The grass sword female bird showed extremely strong combat effectiveness, protecting Chang Ming's surroundings tightly. Yan Chaofan's strength is relatively weak, and Shui Qing is injured again, but the reputation of the two of them as the "No. 1 Mercenary Regiment in Northern Fuzhou" is not fake, and they cooperate with each other to exert their combat effectiveness ten times stronger than that of themselves, and they are also experienced in combat, and they have killed more eels than the two alien beasts in the red pomegranate base.

When the grass sword girl saw this situation, she was a little unconvinced. They glanced at each other, and the offensive tightened.

Uncle Hai glanced up and smiled at the unconscious Chang Ming: "You kid is quite lucky, everyone protects you like a baby." ”

Grass Sword, they only cared about protecting Chang Ming, and neglected to take care of Uncle Hai's side. But it's also strange to say, Uncle Hai is surrounded by empty space, but none of the trap eels will attack him. It seems that in the eyes of those trap eels, Uncle Hai does not exist.

The battle became more and more intense, and the trap eel seemed to be endless, killing one and adding a new one. Flowers gradually hung on the bodies of the four grass swords, Shui Qing's face became more and more pale, and the injuries on the original body faintly showed signs of recurrence.

Still, their eyes were very determined. They were still tightly guarding Chang Ming's side, as if they had made up their minds, even if they died, they would die here!

Uncle Hai didn't make a move, his eyes didn't leave Chang Ming for a moment, paying close attention to his every movement.

His fingers flicked lightly on the seams of his trousers, and if anyone was paying attention, they would notice that the frequency of his fingers flicking was exactly the same as the frequency of the fluctuations in Chang Ming's breath.

Uncle Hai's eyes became brighter and brighter, and the fluctuations on Chang Ming's body became more and more stable. In the end, I don't know how long it took, the breath on Chang Ming's body suddenly disappeared and became calm!

It was still turbulent just now, as if it could burst at any time, but this moment it completely disappeared and became a dead silence. The difference between the front and back creates a strong sense of contrast, which makes people feel extremely uncomfortable.

But Uncle Hai's eyes lit up completely, and he laughed: "Good boy, it's actually done!"

In the laughter, Chang Ming opened his eyes!