Yang Long was completely unaware of what was thousands of kilometers away, and in addition to following the predetermined route and rushing to the road night after night, he didn't stop at all times, cultivating the magic of the two talents.

After experiencing a desperate battle with the adventurer, Tèbié was the strange death of an undead thief, Yang Long seriously recalled the reason why he decided to arrive in the Kingdom of Stormwind in the first place, but found something that made him chill.

That's why he didn't have to reach the Kingdom of Stormwind!

Leaving aside the invasion of the undead and the destruction of the Lordaeron Kingdom, Yang Long was forced to leave the escape, not to mention, when he arrived in the Arathi Heights and fought for the Stormgard Kingdom for several years, Yang Long, who was in a high position, completely méiyou must leave there" "Please search, the novel is better and faster!.

Martial arts cultivation can be jinháng anywhere, and there is no shortage of battles in the Arathi Heights, so it is not difficult to jinháng life and death training.

"When I left a few years ago, what was I doing for Shime?" Yang Long racked his brains and finally came to the conclusion that he seemed to have left to go to Stormwind City.

As for Shime going to Stormwind City, Yang Long had the slightest subjective idea, as if he felt that he had to go to Stormwind Kingdom one day.

Thinking about it before and after, Yang Long has more and more ziji being shime things, subtly affecting the idea that so far, he is acting according to the other party's thoughts, such a gǎnjiào is very unpleasant.

And now that Yijing has come to the barren land, it is no longer realistic to return to Arathi, nor is it in line with Yang Long's mood, not to mention the controller who may exist, Yijing has aroused Yang Long's anger.

Therefore, Yang Long will practice desperately. Only by improving his strength as soon as possible and reaching another new height can he be qualified to get rid of the Zuoyou who may not exist and truly control the fate of Ziji.

The weak, no matter which shijiè they are in, are méiyou choose the power!

"Hmph, do you want to control my fate?" Yang Long secretly felt ruthless in his heart, and said in a cruel voice in his heart: "nàme, I will go to the Stormwind City Kingdom for the time being, as you wish, to take a look!"

Now that Ziji, Méiyou is doing something to break the hidden shackles, Nàme simply takes the initiative to take on the challenge and break the pre-planned travel training. Get to the kingdom of Stormwind as fast as you can!

So Yang Long's itinerary accelerated again. Even if he encounters a beast or an ogre, he will no longer delay Shijiān to kill them, and avoid the battles that Nénggou avoids as much as possible, just to complete the "predetermined" journey as soon as possible.

It's just two or three months of shijiān. The plan for Tongguo is a journey that will take half a year to complete. Crossed a Grand Canyon of more than ten kilometers. Entered the area on the map called Scorching Canyon.

The temperature here is hotter and the environment is harsher than in the middle of nowhere.

The entire earth is almost completely carbonized. The rocks and dirt were pitch black, and wisps of hot air rose from the cracked ground, and then merged into the black clouds formed by dust and smoke at an altitude of two or three thousand meters.

In such an environment, Yijing could not see any wild creatures, and after Yang Long entered this area, he walked again for a month one after another, and he saw any beasts and birds.

The only thing that can be called life is the growing number of black iron dwarves.

Laugh at!

The two-handed greatsword stabbed forward accurately, and after a slight pause, it sank into the steel golem's body, hiding it in its body below its neck, providing magical energy for its moving core to shatter.

Crunch!

The puppet that had lost its power made an unpleasant metal friction sound in its body, and Yijing touched the huge palm on the side of Yang Long's body, and instantly stopped stiffly.

"Hu has finally found the core. Yang Long wiped the beads of sweat from his head, and let out a breath of turbid air in a relaxed manner: "Is this a puppet?

The stumps of the black iron dwarves lay messily on the hot ground around them, and in addition to the two small puppet fragments with many circles, silently recounting the battle that took place here not long ago.

It's been a full four months since Yijing fought with the adventurers.

In these four months of shijiān, Yang Long traveled continuously day and night, and at the same time forgot to sleep and forget to eat and cultivate magic, as early as when he had just entered the scorching canyon, the level of flame magic had reached the lower rank of the seventh order.

At the same time, the level of ice magic has also reached the level of the fifth order, and while mastering the "Ice Explosion Technique", he began to practice another inheritance secret technique, "Frost Nova".

It seems that everything is in order, and the improvement of strength makes Yang Long feel a little gloomy, and he also gets some comfort.

Although Yang Long's cultivation methods are completely different methods from those of the other magicians in Azeroth Shijiè, the Yidiǎn of the same path is that their advancement is in Jinháng, and the purity of magic is constantly refined.

The simple description is a kind of compression of the density of unit energy, which changes from low to high.

Take human beings themselves as an example, the total area of magical energy stored by nénggou between an adult first-order magician and a pseudo-super-order magician is actually too different from méiyou.

The world difference between the two is because of the different purity of magic, the former tried his best to release magic, and the energy contained in it may not be as good as the pseudo-super-level magician, and naturally escaped one-ten-thousandth.

In addition to the holy light of magicians, priests and paladins, and the physical strength of physical professionals, which can also be reluctantly described by this standard, are all guog that changes from quantity to quality, and actively compresses and refines their own energy.

Since he found the right way to raise the level of magic on the shore of Lake Keldaron, almost ten years have passed until now, although Yang Long has gone through ups and downs, his cultivation has been smooth, and once the magic energy is refined in place, he can advance very strongly.

However, in the following month, Yang Long Turán encountered problems in his cultivation, that is, he was unable to successfully upgrade the magic level, and promoted Yijing's fifth-order ice elemental energy to a higher level.

The smooth progression of the past can definitely prove that the means of magic advancement, and méiyou any problems.

However, in the following month, Yang Long's ice magic energy density, Yijing reached the peak state of the fifth order, but he was unable to enter the sixth order for a long time, which made him puzzled.

The rapid improvement of the refining body requires the two talent magic levels to be improved together, even if the flame magic reaches the peak of the twelfth order, and the ice magic level stagnates, Yang Long's refining body will still progress slowly.

Ruguo hadn't discovered the trick of refining the body, Yang Long wanted to reach the true strength of the current top-level professional at the actual age of twenty-three or four, it was simply a fantasy.

Bijing Yang Long has only been in this shijiè for ten years, and it has gone from an ordinary person to the strength of a top-level professional in more than ten years, which is definitely a terrifying speed that will shock the entire Azeroth shijiè.

All of this was because of the mutated Qi Qi cultivation and the same strange way of refining the body, which allowed Yang Long to reach heights that many people could not reach in a lifetime in just ten years.

And there's a lot of potential!

As soon as he thought of solving the problem of not being able to advance to the ice magic, he would need to refine his body slowly in the future, and the day of Dacheng might be far away, Yang Long's scalp was numb, and his mood gradually became agitated.

In this month's shijiān, Yang Long thought of a lot of ways to try to solve the problem of the bottle, but he kept méiyou any effect, making the unhappiness in his heart deeper and deeper.

So when a group of more than 100 people, with an average strength of about the middle level, appeared in Yang Long's sight with a menacing attitude, the fènnu in his heart suddenly completely exploded.

With Yang Long's current true strength, this group of miscellaneous soldiers was quickly killed, but the three mechanically cast puppets still made Yang Long a little surprised.

Tèbié is one of the three puppets, reaching more than five meters tall and pitch black all over his body, and he almost injured Yang Long carelessly, that sturdy appearance and fast speed make Yang Long's hand-to-hand combat unable to achieve full killing effect.

Even the two-handed sword that Yang Long got from Bridget and has always used as a weapon in his hand, in this battle, in the hard-to-face battle between Yang Long and the puppet, after being affected by the distance burst, there were several large and small collapses.

After a fierce vent, Yang Long finally calmed down, and quickly found the puppet's weakness, destroying its central part, turning it into a scrap metal covered in knife marks.

"It's much more comfortable" Yang Long, who was sweating profusely, exhaled a breath with great ease, shifted his gaze to the two-handed big sword, and said softly with regret: "It's a pity that there are so many collapses."

Seeing things and thinking about people, Yang Long's thoughts couldn't help but think of Bridge who was separated from him in Dalong County before the number, and he sighed slightly in his heart: "Alas, it's not zhidào, how is little Brie?"

However, such memories do not seem to have loosened since Yang Long's turángǎnjiào arrived, and the bottleneck of the promotion of a month seemed to be loosening.

But before he could calm down and take a closer look, he was disturbed by the sound of horses' hooves one after another, and even his heart began to beat.

"What's the matter?" Subconsciously raised his head to see, Yang Long was stunned, because in front of him, there was actually a wild horse that was covered in black ink, with four hooves burning with raging flames, and was actually four meters tall.

This wild horse-shaped creature came out of nowhere, ran in front of Yang Long from a distance, and stared at him with its head tilted, as if it had seen a human being, and its fist-sized eyes were full of caution and curiosity.

"Nightmare?" Yang Long couldn't help but rub his eyes and said with a stunned expression. (To be continued.) )