The magic capital is a very wonderful place, here, everywhere is full of provocation, hostility, and at the same time extraordinarily peaceful, here, all year round, you will not see a few physical collisions, let alone hand hurting, those who don't even understand this little rule, can't keep the blood in their hearts, as early as the first time, it has become someone else's meal. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The people who live here the longest are naturally those old birds, who can harvest a steady stream of loot from the magic cave, with the specialties of the magic cave, and the wealth contributed by those stupid birds. Of course, there are several kinds of people who can live very well, but they may not live long.

Living in the magic capital, you can be quite relaxed, even if you kill the other party's whole family, you can laugh at the other party wantonly, look at his purple face, and continue to live happily, and he can't do anything about it, which makes some people even more able to get alternative satisfaction.

Du Qian naturally does not belong to these categories, he and his team belong to the category of passers-by. The so-called passers-by are those children of rich and sassy aristocratic families, idle eggs, with a group of horse thugs, magic cave half-moon tour and other pure play groups.

Of course, in the eyes of others, Du Qian and his team members don't care, this trip to the Demon Cave, nearly two months before and after, the harvest is so rich that it is almost impossible to move back, is there anything dissatisfied?

When the moon was in the sky, the ghostly figure of blood killing flashed outside Du Qian's tent, his shoulders twitched slightly, and there was a feeling of a caterpillar crawling back and forth on his back, and cold sweat flowed out unconsciously. This feeling is so familiar, as long as you step within ten meters of Du Qian's tent, anyone will have this feeling of heart palpitations.

You don't need to look at it, the blood kill also knows that this is being targeted by Zhu Ke, and anyone who is close to Du Qian will not be able to escape his lock. This is also the place where the blood killing has not been figured out until now, it is also a soul master, why can Du Qian command Zhu Ke and Yu Wuxia?

The difference in strength can make the soul master retreat at most, and it is absolutely impossible for him to be so loyal.

"Mr. Du, it's almost time, it's time for us to go. "Blood Kill doesn't like this feeling of being locked very much, and said softly, leaving here as soon as possible will make him comfortable, damn Zhu Ke, damn Soul Master.

"Well, let's go. Du Qian walked out of the tent, walked out with Bloodkill, took the car in the parking lot, and Bloodkill drove the kinetic energy car out of the magic capital.

The starlight is flickering, the galaxy is like a cloud, the air is slightly cold, take a sip and spit it out vigorously, a white line, sprayed out several meters away, Du Qian is tired of this, and he is very happy. Looking through the inverted mirror, looking at Du Qian's childish movements, Blood Kill frowned.

In his opinion, Du Qian's behavior was not intended to provoke, the exchange meeting was no better than the magic capital city, those who were qualified to walk in, all of them were god-level powerhouses, and occasionally met a few war masters, even more so, those who dared to enter the exchange meeting as a war master were often more difficult than those god masters.

Du Qian's demeanor is very innocent, natural, and a little presumptuous. You must know that many strong people are very face-saving, such as his Mishi. If a person who doesn't understand dares to be so rude in front of him, don't care what the other party's identity is, and then talk about it, at most you will be beaten half to death first, and you will be left with a life.

It is this kind of character that made him know that the other party was a soul master when he met Zhu Ke for the first time, and he was still a little inferior, but Zhu Ke's temperament was even more popular than Mi Shi, if it weren't for everyone's measure, the result would be really hard to say.

In this world, there are too many people with strength and background, and not all of them will be turtles with shrunken heads when they see the soul master.

"Mr. Du. Bloodkill said hesitantly.

"Huh?" Du Qianmu was out of focus, and responded casually, such a starlight, such a night, such a refreshingness, he couldn't remember how long he hadn't felt it, at least for more than a year, it was still when he was in the war orphanage school, and occasionally he would escape the night with thunder, run outside the school, sit on the fisherman's wharf, listen to the sea, watch the stars, don't say anything, do nothing, just sit quietly and breathe.

Don't look at it in less than a year, Du Qian's cultivation has improved by leaps and bounds, his strength has increased greatly, his identity is very different, even if he kills blood, he has to call Mr. Du sincerely. But is Du Qian really happy?

This is really indescribable, what Du Qian wants is nothing more than to live, and then to live better, unconsciously, everything seems to be out of control.

Have a good job, a decent salary, a wife who is not beautiful but virtuous, preferably two smart children, and a small but warm home. All along, that is what Du Qian pursues.

But he knows very well that even if you have these, it is still far from enough, you must have the ability to keep it, and this ability is naturally those four words: unparalleled combat power.

Du Qian is also pursuing these four words, so he works very hard, absorbing spiritual horns, saving people, making money, learning talismans, and making instruments......

But now, the identity is here, the status is not low, the ability is still reconciled, there are powerful soul masters and divine masters around him, and even brothers and classmates can take care of one or two. But Du Qian didn't feel happy, but felt that it seemed to be getting farther and farther away from his original dream, that warm home.

"Sir, the people who are eligible to participate in the exchange party have some background or are super capable of themselves. Naturally, the blood kill didn't know, at this moment, Du Qian was already wandering, sighing at his short life, and looking forward to the unattainable future, playing with the sour rot of the philosopher in the lost path of thought.

"Oh. Hearing this, Du Qian came back to his senses slightly, responded softly, and began to wander again.

"Sir, Mr. Du?" The anger of blood killing rushed to the top door, even if it was Gong Wen, he would not ignore his blood killing so much, Du Qianzuo was too much.

"Well, I'm listening. As if sensing the overflowing blood qi of the blood killing, Du Qian finally came back to his senses and looked at the blood killing in surprise.

"Mr. Du, concentration is a kind of etiquette, especially in a place like the exchange meeting, half of the people who are qualified to participate in the exchange meeting are super strong in their own strength, and the other half have a strong background, no matter what kind of person, it is very troublesome, the most basic etiquette, you still have to pay attention to. Blood Kill suppressed the blood in his heart and said slowly.

Du Qian looks weak and unfathomable, but every time he gives him an amazing feeling, the longer he touches, the more he feels that Du Qian is unfathomable. If there is anyone in the team who he is most unwilling to face, it must be Du Qian. If he had to pick someone as an opponent, he would rather pick Zhu Ke than be right with Du Qianfang.

"Understood, thank you Blood Senior. Du Qian finally came back to his soul, turned his head and smiled politely at him, with gratitude in his eyes, he understood that the blood killing was really for his sake.

The blood killing heart is hot, but Mr. Du is still full of good words, and his sincerity is easier for people to feel.

"Mr. Du, don't call me senior, just call me by my name, this is also a habit, don't show your identity and hole cards at will, a simple title, a tone, can make people hear a lot of things, all of them are human spirits. "The blood killing kept imparting all kinds of experience to Du Qian, and in this regard, Du Qian was as pure as a blank piece of paper.

Under the control of Bloody Kill, the kinetic energy car drove towards the wilderness at the fastest speed for more than three hours, and saw a blurry ruins in the distance.

Du Qian mobilized his mind and was slightly disappointed, but it still didn't work. Since leaving the Demon Cave, the magical and useful map has disappeared, and in the starry sky, there are still three nebulae, exactly the same as before. Obviously, this magical map function will only appear in the magic cave.

This made Du Qian more and more curious, what kind of play is this, and what does it have to do with the magic cave?

"In front are ruins, which refer to the ruins of ancient cities. Blood Kill said, began to slow down, and at the same time, his fingers flicked, and eighteen points of light flew from his fingers into the air more than ten meters high, arranged into a group of special symbols.

Du Qian couldn't tell what it felt, so he glanced at it casually, and the special set of symbols was converted into a set of numbers in his mind, and he asked curiously: "Blood killing, what does four, four, three, three mean?"

The blood kill was so frightened that his whole body trembled, and the kinetic energy car shook a few times before returning to normal, and looked at Du Qian incredulously: "You...... How do you know the numbers four, four, three, three?"

"It's all hanging in the sky, will anyone not be able to see it?" Du Qiannunu said, although the light point that popped up from the blood kill was not bright, it could still be clearly seen within a radius of several thousand meters.

"You...... Do you know the sermon?"

"What kind of text is that?" Du Qian frowned when he heard this, completely unable to understand. In fact, the light spot that popped up from the blood killing just now, he didn't know what it was, it was combined, like a pattern, but Du Qian looked at it at a glance and immediately understood the meaning of this pattern, and when translated, it was the group of numbers four, four, three, three, and nothing else.

"The Tao, also known as the divine text, the word of heaven, is said to be the text used by the gods, ever-changing, only a very small number of people, only the simplest part of the Tao, some people say, the Tao, hidden in the secret, who can solve the secret, who can control the weather. ”

"Control the weather, cloudy and rainy, or wind and thunder?" Du Qian almost laughed out loud, this is also too funny, who made up the joke? Mastering a kind of text, it is actually related to the weather?

Could it be that in the mythological story, it is not the thunder and lightning mother who uses the magic weapon to strike thunder and lightning, but uses the pen to scribble?

"The world, luck, not cloudy and rainy, if you must think that kind of weather, in fact, it is nothing, you can master the luck of the world, change the weather, it should not be difficult. Bloodkill said calmly.

"Oh...... The world, luck, this is big enough. Who is it, who belongs to the very small number of people who have mastered the Tao?" Du Qian realized that he had misunderstood, and people didn't care about the wind and rain at all, and they were much wider than that. (To be continued.) )