Section 7: The Humiliation of the Gold Coin (II

"What do you see?" asked the man standing, his voice hoarse, old, cold, but clearly disguised.

"......" the squatting man shook his head.

"Good. The standing man nodded: "Say, you will succeed." ”

"You ......" The squatting man hesitated slightly, but still repeated as requested, and his voice was even hoarse: "It will be successful." ”

"Good. The standing man nodded again: "Say, you are the most handsome." ”

"You ......" the squatting man hesitated for a longer time before repeating with extreme patience: "The most handsome." ”

"Very well, then I won't bother you. The man standing walked straight to the carved wooden door of the Dream Hall, and the man crouching on the ground also turned his body in accordance with the other's stride, apparently nervous about the handwriting on the ground—and only breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the other had settled in the blank space all the time, and had not broken any more characters.

But the head that had just hung down was immediately raised again, because the fellow who had fallen from above had already reached out his hand to push the door—and besides, this guy was pushing the door with a single finger, which was extremely rude and rude

This is the Dream Hall, behind that door, is the sacred place of the Miracle Master Guild, there are actually people who come to visit at this time, dressed like this? It's your own eyes, right? I've seen shameless, but I've never seen such shameless--why do you want to come here because you dislike the Guild's Dream Hall so much?

With a "click", the carved wooden door in the middle was pushed open, and the guy shook his head left and right to observe for a while, and then cautiously stepped into a tui. As if remembering something, he turned around again, and the black sè lines on the gray sè robe shimmered and reflected in the light.

"This one, it's yours. He raised his hand and flicked his thumb, then turned and went in and kicked the door open.

The dazzling golden light made an arc in the air, flew towards the man in the suit who was squatting on the ground, and then fell into the stone wine glass with a "bo". The latter probed the shadow of an octagonal gold coin in the juice of the wine.

Actually, he was treated as a beggar

The "hun" stone wine cup was instantly pinched into pieces by the five fingers that were folded, and the person squatting on the ground and the splash of wine juice jumped up at the same time, and the right hand holding the chalk moved forward a little, and a huge cyclone-like light flashed, shooting at the carved wooden door that had just closed.

A translucent curtain of water appeared outside the wooden door, blocking the flying cyclone, and during the impact, the wide water curtain was slightly inward, and then trembled slightly, and the colorful light shone around, instantly converging to the impact point - "crackling", and the silver sè torrent that erupted rushed straight to the initiator.

The masked man raised his hand slightly, and another cyclone appeared, and it stopped at five meters in front of him and rotated rapidly, and in the whistling air flow, the huge silver mangs from the water curtain were cut in half by the cyclone, turning into two silver pillars of light, rushing out of the crescent moon platform in a "V" shape, and the night sky with teeth and claws stretched for nearly 100 meters

This side of the pyramid was completely illuminated, and even half of the city shone in the silver light. The vast, splendid spectacle has sparked countless discussions, and in addition to the amazement, fear, and envy that most of them are not on the stage, there are also some special comments.

"Ahhh The junior apprentice who accompanied Marcia to borrow the book looked at the direction and immediately hugged his head in pain: "Don't be angry with the guild property if you fail, it's difficult to write a report."

"I have to be woken up every month...... "An old voice sounded in a room in the inner city: "Young, that is, young, immature to face setbacks." Find someone to ask, and ask how many people are willing to give him their family business and life. ”

"Did it fail again? In a high spire in the palace area, the little girl holding the rag doll raised her head when she heard the sound, and turned her cold face towards the Miracle Master Guild: "But this night prayer is very energetic." ”

The man in the suit on the crescent moon platform had already stood up straight, and the air currents around him were still swirling around him, blowing his robe, revealing a tall silhouette, and on the black sè fabric at the place of his heart, there was an intricate coat of arms embroidered with silver sè silk thread, and the pattern in the center could be said to be everywhere in Yintao City-Bo Tao Trident.

"Hun's account" came out under the old mask of the gate, and then returned to a long, peaceful breath: "What a hun account"

"Your Highness—" A low voice said in the shadow on the side of the platform, "It's time to rest." ”

The person addressed as "Your Highness" stood like a javelin, and his voice was cold: "I'm going to wait here"

"Your Highness, this kind of thing is very troublesome to negotiate with the Miracle Master Guild, and the branch leader is not ......"

"Solving troubles is the meaning of the court deacons. "Your Highness" did not reply, but the majesty and toughness flowed out of the flat tone, and there was no room for persuasion or opposition: "Besides, I am hungry. ”

"I'll immediately arrange a supper for Your Highness, and this place will be made a no-go zone later. The court deacon in the shadow replied softly, "Please wait a moment, Your Highness." ”

"It's about how long you can stay in there. His Royal Highness's standing figure did not move at all, and under the orange light, the mask on his face glowed with a surging silver sè metallic luster, like the moonlight reflected by the scales on the sea, cold and deep.

In fact, the abrupt loud noise was also heard by the person in the suit who had just entered the dream hall and kicked the door, but the sound that came in was much lower. When more than a dozen carved wooden doors behind him trembled slightly in the sound of crackling, he also subconsciously glanced back - this guy who broke into the dream hall could not be someone else, but only Townsend with bad intentions.

"It looks glamorous from the outside, but it's not really good. He didn't have the interest to explore the reason at all, but shook his head and sighed: "It takes half a day to close the door, and the maintenance funds are greedy, right?"

After a sour sentence, he turned around and looked at the situation around him - according to the information provided by Marcia, the space inside the door should be the "inner platform", and it is also the gateway to enter the dream hall, and a good platform is separated by stone walls and carved wooden doors, which is a relatively rare and strange architectural style.

But this place can't be left untouched by countless paranormal professionals who can't find a way to move forward with all their might, and when they are finally carried out, they have become delirious and blown down by the wind.

The inner platform resembles a meeting place, with a maximum of 20 meters, a maximum of 30 meters, and a height of 20 meters. However, the abundant light shone directly from the heavenly huā board, leaving not even a trace of yin shadow on the floor.

The walls and floors are made of earthy yellow rock, which has been lightly leveled with no signs of polishing or decoration. This detail also made Townsend feel strange, you must know that in Yintao City, as long as it is a decent place, it is finely crafted, and this is in the Abnormal Master Guild, how can it be so rough?

"The system problem must be the system problem. Townsend shook his head, and strolled leisurely along the edge of the platform, observing with great interest the walls and floors—all of the same volume of stone blocks, and the gaps so small that they could not fit into the capitals of the dagger.

After walking around, he couldn't find anything special, and Townsend couldn't help but be a little irritated. If this is really a gateway to the Dream Hall, at least a hint should be given, right? But looking around the entire space, there are no clues or hints, not even a line or anything like that. It's so clean and slippery at a glance, is it teasing the master?

If this is not the way to enter, then why is the Pokédex alive? Is it really going to be a hole in the wall? But obviously, it will be very physically demanding......

"Is the so-called dream hall a philosophical problem? Fantasy dreams are nothingness" Townsend spread his hands and shouted loudly: "Pretend to be a ghost, come out, I have already found you"

The echo echoed through the empty hall, a clatter of echoes, crashing against Townsend's eardrums like waves, before slowly subsiding after a while...... But the scenery in the inner platform is still the same, and nothing has changed.

"It's strange, not even people. "Townsend is distressed, he's the best at problem solving, but now the problem is that there is no problem...... But if he wants to turn back like this, he will definitely not be able to accept it, is it good that the young master has spent a lot of time preparing?

"It's hard to imagine that someone would go crazy against a stone, and the founder of the Miracle Master Guild would never make such a joke with future generations. Walking back and forth a few steps, looking at the boulder wall in front of him, Townsend shook his head: "It must be that I overlooked something...... Calm, calm. Enter the door, close the door, see the wall......"

With a "snap", the pensive Townsend snapped his fingers: "Damn, I'm stupid, this is the place of the Psychic Master Guild, of course, all questions must be considered from the standpoint of the superability - this shape of the platform is clearly a shooting range." ”

"Speaking of which, I'm also a paranormal master. Suddenly awakened, Townsend walked back to the center of the inner platform in a few steps, slowly closed his eyes, and stood still...... That's right, this is the Dream Hall of the Psychic Master Guild, and if you want to enter, of course Townsend has to think about everything from the perspective of the Psychic Master, that is, the stepping stone to enter the Dream Hall is the ability.

However, Townsend didn't have this natural sense of belonging, and although he had applied for a special promotion, he never considered himself a Psychic Master. Or even Townsend himself didn't have + passion to perceive that the contempt and neglect in his heart actually stemmed from a kind of contempt.

He looked down on the Anomalous, he looked down on the Ability—but the deepest reason was that he was hostile to the Ability

Who told him that the first person he met was not friendly?

Understanding the crux of the matter, Townsend exhaled a long breath and slowly opened his eyes, his arms still in a natural hanging state, but the awakening had quietly begun - Townsend was like a pebble falling into the water, in this calm space, the invisible ripples were opening around his body, gradually expanding and expanding.

Crystal-clear anomalous energies emerge, like droplets of water out of the air and then condensed into diamond-like crystals, flipping and shimmering, snuggling against each other to form a dazzling galaxy pattern that swirls around Townsend......

The wide inner platform trembled slightly, and the light pouring from the overhead began to flow, and gradually, the space of the inner platform seemed to become larger, but from another angle, it seemed that Townsend himself had shrunk a little.

A strange chirp reached Townsend's ears.

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