"Nice toy..."After blocking the yellowing and coarseness, the old man who set up the stall turned his head to look at the silver-haired little Zhengtai with a confused face, "It's a pity... It's just a 'toy'... Fertile grass?!"

Well, this time it's the turn of the old man who is pretending to be confused... Because after discovering that a yellow, thick and useless hair had gone through a very short period of shock, the silver-haired little Shota immediately threw the charged staff in his hand that had entered the cooldown period on the ground, and then took out four identical charged staff from his magical space bag, and quickly handed two of them to the silver-haired girl beside him with a guarded face. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Boom him!" the silver-haired little Shota gave an order with an excited face, "Experience the feeling of being stoned to death by the magic crystal hahahaha!"

The next moment, the four yellow and thick hairs attacked the old man who was showing a little pain on his face.

"It's all said..."After the initial bewilderment, the old man faced the yellow and thick hair that was about to paste his face, and his face showed disdain, "... This level of magic is just...'toy' to me!"

Before he finished speaking, his body exuded magical fluctuations far beyond the previous ones... It was so strong that it directly relied on the magic power that was dispersed, and even the four yellow and thick hairs were directly annihilated in the air...

"Wo Cao?!" This time the silver-haired little Shota was really shocked... Being able to take on a charged simplified version of the Armstrong Krypton Magic Cannon is still within the range of what he can accept, after all, the bad guy has raised his hand... With that posture, Huang Youcou, whose power is equivalent to that of a sixth-order magic technique, should be around the seventh-order true strength of the other party.

Despite this, the silver-haired little Shota is still not very cowardly... After all, it's four against one now, and the other party's guardian beast doesn't seem to be by its side... What's more, this is not a dueling arena with limited rules, and he can use the powerful charged magic suits he wears to his heart's content.

Well... If it was just an ordinary seventh-order, he really wasn't very cowardly... After all, the power of the local tyrant is very terrifying, and there are more than a dozen similar charged staffs in his space bag, and they should be able to smash the other party to death, right?

This is what the silver-haired little Shota thought before seeing the current scene...

"Eighth-Order Magic Power Cultivator?!" This was not only Alain's voice, but also the exclamation of the onlookers.

After the fifth order, every time a magic cultivator is promoted, his strength will be increased several times or even dozens of times... For example, Shariel, an existence with very strong combat power within the same rank, can easily defeat opponents within the first five orders... Even if you can fight a group by leaping over the ranks, but after reaching the fifth order, you can only compete head-on with an ordinary sixth-order fighter at most... Although if the opponent was only an ordinary sixth order, her chances of winning might be greater.

Naturally, the gap between the seventh and eighth orders is even greater...

Whenever a magic cultivator reaches the sixth order, he can be regarded as a 'master'... And stepping into the seventh order is to truly step into the realm of 'strong'.

Although the above two are very strong, they are still within the range of normal humans... In other words, as long as there are enough people, even ordinary humans without the slightest magic can kill them (well... This number is between 100,000 and 1 million, and the number of legal professionals is even higher~).

And once you reach the eighth order... This kind of magical cultivator has truly stepped into the 'inhuman' realm.

After reaching the eighth order, the warrior can use his magic power to fly through the sky... In other words, if there is no equivalent combat power or extremely special magic armor, it is almost impossible for an eighth-order warrior to be killed by the number of people.

And the eighth-order priest can also fly... Well, most of the priests are able to fly before the eighth order... One of the most powerful things about them after reaching the Eighth Order is that they can unleash magic below the Fourth Order almost without consumption.

It is strengthened to a certain level of spiritual power by powerful magic, and can directly control the elements within a certain range centered on itself... Naturally, they who can do this do not consume their own mana.

And the most perverted thing is... Most of the eighth-order Dharma practitioners, because they are so strong that they can almost condense into a substantial spiritual power, can even make their spirits separate from their physical bodies.

Well... Is it called 'out-of-body'?

Of course, most Rank 8 Priests don't do that... Because once the spirit leaves one's body, if an enemy or a bear child approaches one's defenseless body at this time, then the situation will become very embarrassing...

On the other hand, the spirit body that exists alone is also very fragile... It's basically like a ghost.

Belch... The topic seems to be a bit far away, now back to the main topic.

If this old man who set up a stall was just an ordinary seventh-order warrior, Yu Ping's chances of winning would still be very good... After all, they are four against one, and none of them are fuel-efficient lamps, and there is also a local tyrant kryptonite mage among them.

However, this old man's performance at the moment was far from what a seventh-order warrior could do... It's at least an eighth-order existence, and even... Stronger.

Obviously, in the face of this old man who still had a leisurely look at the moment, Yu Ping and others had almost no chance of defeating him.

But...the word 'almost' is a very magical word... At least, Yu Ping now thinks that he still has a slight 'almost' negligible chance of winning.

Because he has the presence of that pale blue knife... As long as you insert this old man, there is hope to defeat him!

And then... The old man who set up the stall smiled and easily pinched the blade of the light blue long knife that had decisively turned on the maximum power of the magic explosion and slashed it with the momentum of the charge.

"I'm sorry... The game is over," the old man didn't seem to feel the magic in his body, and said with a smile to Yu Ping, whose face was completely blackened: "Now, do you still think... Do you have what it takes to extract a confession from me?"

“... I was wrong," Yu Ping decisively admitted, "but I still want to know... For Mao you are so old**,**to this extent, the idle egg hurts to stuff that thing to me in such a complicated way?!"

At the same time, Yu Ping and the others also put away their weapons, and the terrifying magic fluctuations on the old man who set up the stall also stopped.

Yu Ping already believed what the old man said before at this moment... The pale cyan stone shouldn't have done him any harm.

Because if the other party wants to kill him, just do it now... There's no need to go through that rock, unless the other person is really sick... But it seems that this possibility is quite high?

“... In a word, can you take that stone?!" The old man heard Yu Ping's complaints, and the corners of his mouth twitched, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say it.

"In short, that thing is absolutely harmless to you, it will only be good..."After a long silence, the old man spat out a sentence sullenly: "But I can't tell you what it is yet... Don't expect me to tell you anything else. ”

"This old man is not lying..."

At this moment, Ina, a white-haired girl who had been hiding among the onlookers, saw that the battle seemed to be over, and also walked to Yu Ping's side, and said in a strange tone: "... I can feel that inside that stone... There is nothing dangerous about it. ”

When the old man in the stall heard this, he looked at her with a complicated gaze.

"What?" Yu Ping's face also showed a trace of doubt when he heard this, "Can you 'feel' it?"

"Yes... I can feel it—" Ina said earnestly, staring at the cyan stone.

“... It's like it's a part of my body!"

"What the hell is going on?!" When Yu Ping turned his head and was about to question the old man who set up the stall, he found that his figure had already disappeared in place...