If someone says that a level 3 magician apprentice can kill a level 5 warrior, ninety and a half of them will roll their eyes decisively, and the remaining half will be amazed. And if someone says that a level 3 magician apprentice can kill a level 8 warrior, then ten out of ten people will think that the guy in front of them is playing with themselves, and then give them a kick. The battle of level 5 is still won, and even the Pope of the year can't do it, unless the level 3 magician apprentice you said is the reincarnation of a god.

Looking at the elegant and dashing blonde boy on the stage, the eyes of all the people in the banquet were extremely weird, and the corners of their mouths couldn't help twitching. There is really someone in this world who can fight beyond level 5, damn it, is this guy in front of him still surpassing the omnipotent Pope?

As for whether Ezreal is the reincarnation of a god, everyone does not know. But looking at Ezreal, who was on the stage without panting and killing a level 8 warrior without blushing, everyone's eyes changed from envy to endless admiration. Even, at the banquet, some girls who had a slight affection for Ezreal's extraordinary appearance now flashed some little stars in their eyes.

A hint of imperceptible surprise flashed in the eyes of Zhuo Rou, the daughter of Count Drow, and the smile on her face when she looked at Ezreal on the stage was even gentler, more like a caring big sister. When Irene saw this scene, she was very unhappy for some reason, and stomped her foot angrily.

The big men of Black Rock City on the chairman were also cheeky, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old little hairy child could actually surpass level 7 to master the Holy Demon Guide. Actually, even if you can master the Holy Demon Guide at the next level, it means that you are talented and intelligent. But, in the end, you even snapped your fingers to put away the Holy Demon Guide, and before you received it, you also chanted incantations, gestured, and made movements, so that those of us who are elders can feel better, right?

After turning around, Count Drow, as the master, hurriedly left the table to find the best priest in the house, and went to help Rekner. If the duke's son accidentally had an accident with him, he would be the end of the earl.

Rekner, who was supported by Count Drow, looked like a mess and seemed to be extremely injured. However, since Ezreal had withdrawn the Holy Wizard in time, the previous Magic Waves had only slightly injured him. Especially under the advanced healing skills of the priests, Rekner quickly broke free from the hands of Count Drow and walked towards Ezreal in full view.

"Could it be that the duke's son is not convinced, and still wants to fight Ezreal?" everyone thought.

However, to everyone's surprise, Reykner did not declare war again in anger, but left behind the noble status of the duke's son, half-knelt in front of Ezreal, performed the most solemn etiquette of the Brookwind Empire, and said, "Thank you!"

In response, Ezreal pulled Reykner up and said with a smile: "It doesn't have to be like this, I just didn't mean it, not intentionally." ”

Rekner shook his head, but left the arena without saying a word. For the inexplicable conversation between the two on the stage, the vast majority of people in the hall were confused, but some people with a heart above the chairman found something abnormal. In particular, one of the high-ranking paladins dressed as a warrior had a gleam in his eyes and said, "Rekna's aura has become a little stronger, and it has also become a little disordered, which seems to be the rhythm to be broken. ”

Yi Fengyun nodded, not as surprised as others, still with a flat face, as if everything was under his control.

After Rekner and Ezreal returned to their seats, Irene just glared at Rekner angrily and didn't say anything bad, and Rekner had to sit down with a wry smile on his face. Compared to Rekner's misery, Ezreal was completely caught in the gentle country, and as soon as he sat down, he was held in his arms by Zhuo Rou.

Zhuo Rou rubbed Ezreal's blonde hair, touched Ezreal's little face gently, and said with a smile: "Little brother, I didn't expect you to be so powerful." ”

Ezreal was very uncomfortable with Zhuo Rou taking advantage of herself in disguise, but she still pretended to be a fifteen or sixteen-year-old child, and said shyly: "No, I just accidentally an 8-level warrior hard, which is not very powerful." ”

Hearing this, Rekner almost spit out the wine in his mouth, his face twitched, and before he could say anything, there was another pain in his foot. It turned out that Irene, who didn't know what was going crazy, stomped her feet with an unhappy face, so she took pity on our Rekner classmates.

Rekner, with a grief and indignation, swallowed the wine in his mouth, and then immediately got together, and then fainted on the table with all his strength.

At this time, Yi Fengyun put down the wine glass in his hand and called someone's name for the first time after the feast: "Ezreal, come here." ”

Under the envious and jealous gaze of everyone, Ezreal frowned, got up and left the banquet. After all, Yi Fengyun is the marshal of the country where Ezreal lives now, and now his strength has not yet recovered, so he has to give this face in public.

Looking at Ezreal with a calm face, Yi Fengyun's eyes flashed with the most appreciation in his life today. Glancing at Count Drow, Count Drow conspicuously sent someone to add a chair next to Yi Fengyun. In this regard, Ezreal did not have the slightest consciousness of being a junior, and sat down directly in front of many famous elders in Black Rock City. And these bigwigs have no complaints about the rude behavior of the rude junior in front of them, as if this is extremely normal.

As if he didn't know that the middle-aged man in front of him was the rumored Marshal of the Brookwind Empire, Ezreal didn't show a look of adoration like the other teenagers. On the contrary, Ezreal did not have the slightest respect, and casually picked up a piece of food that looked like beef but was not beef with chopsticks, and Ezreal asked fearlessly: "Yi Fengyun, what are you looking for me?"

"Poof!"

Several bigwigs on the chairman accidentally squirted out the wine in their mouths very indecently: Ya, dare to call the marshal's real name so arrogantly, the entire Xifeng Empire except for the imperial monarch, even a few princes and princesses dare not do this. The yellow-haired boy in front of him is bold enough, arrogant enough, and doesn't know whether to live or die. And this dignified Marshal of the Brook Wind Empire did not have any due anger in his eyes, but instead smiled when the eyes of the big bosses almost fell, and said gently: "I know that you are a child who yearns for freedom, and I don't care if you serve your country in the future, and I don't care if you inherit my position as a marshal in the future." As long as you are willing to worship me as a teacher, it is enough!"

Before the words fell, everyone was dumbfounded, didn't the marshal's words show that the previous marshal wanted to take the blonde boy in front of him as an apprentice, and also expressed his willingness to let him be the heir. In addition, it seems that he was rejected by this yellow-haired boy in person.

What is even more surprising is that as soon as the marshal let go of his majesty, he actually threw an olive branch again.

What? I don't care if you inherit my position as marshal in the future? The position of marshal is under one person, above ten thousand, and there are only six people in the entire Fengyun Continent. Could it be that this yellow-haired boy in front of him was kicked in the head by a donkey before? This position that ordinary people dare not dream of, this guy actually kicked it away. This, this, what kind of world is this!!

What's even worse is that the yellow-haired boy in front of him still looks indifferent, and he doesn't care at all about the dream of every young man in the empire, such as becoming a marshal.

All the young nobles present almost collapsed, and almost rushed to Yi Fengyun in tears and wagged their tails and said: "Big brother, no, uncle, no, Lord Marshal Almighty, that stupid human doesn't want to be your disciple, but I do!"

Ignoring the eyes of the people around him, Ezreal felt a little helpless in his heart, he couldn't tell the truth of "Yi Fengyun, you are not good enough, and you are not worthy of accepting Lao Tzu as an apprentice", so that no matter how good Yi Fengyun is, he will give himself a peerless flame bomb. And to become a disciple of Yi Fengyun, with Ezreal 's extremely arrogant heart, how could this kind of thing happen?

With a slight roll of his eyes, Ezreal weighed it and shook his head slightly to refuse again, when an extremely familiar voice came from outside the hall.

"I promise!"