When the people entered the wall that led to the city, their hearts were not joyful, but heavier than when they were outside the city. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Because of the long wall, and the dark road ahead, there are doubts in the hearts of university scholars. He used whispered words to secretly convey the doubts in his heart to Qingkong and Lu'er, and I don't know if it was a psychological effect or what really happened, Qingkong later peeked at the Qingyan Sect guards on the battlements behind him, and found that they were all looking at them with expressions of staring at the dead.

It seems that this night is not much safer than in the wilderness, even if you can lie on a comfortable and soft bed here, but I am afraid that it will not cover the burning flames, but will accelerate its spread, Qing Kong meditated in his heart.

The mood of university scholars is more mixed. He hoped that when the guards of the Qingyan Sect said their request to "give in", the guards of the Red Yan Sect would righteously refuse their request to enter the city, and they should do the same. But the result did not change, in exchange for another humiliating rilashback. He still clearly remembered the iron-blue expression on the faces of the guards of the Qingyan Sect at that time, and he didn't know if this angry expression was against them who broke in, or against the ruthless Red Yanzong, or both. But to whomever they were, they had already entered the passage of the wall, and they could no longer return to the situation they had been outside the city, let alone climb the wall to ask the guards if they were angry with them. In short, all they need to do now is be careful about whatever comes next......

Leading them into the city was the Red Flame Sect guard who had promised them to enter the city. He didn't look as old as his voice, but he was indeed more than a decade older than Qingkong and Lu'er, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, a high forehead and a bridge of nose that are characteristic of Westerners. A red shirt made of silk cloth was painted with flames with gold edges, and people couldn't help but worry that he would accidentally ignite his clothes while controlling the fire.

"Excuse me, the name of this True Dragon Guard?" the scholar asked in the dreary passageway.

The guard who led the way moved his lips and said impatiently, "Lore. He reverted to his previous indifference, because there were no more guards from the Qingyan Sect around him, and he didn't need to do anything to cater to them.

"After entering the city, talk less, and leave from the west gate while it is still dark!" Perhaps unwilling to hear their voices again, the guard warned in a low voice. Then he muttered something to himself...... We don't have a place here to receive you or anything like that.

Qingkong has always disliked their accent, and even more so when he hears it. At first, he thought he would rest here for the night, but he didn't expect the guards to give an eviction order before he could open his mouth. That's fine, I don't have to worry about the bed being suddenly on fire in my sleep.

There was no word along the way, and time passed long, so it was no wonder that it took them a long time just to get through this thick wall. They went round and round in the walls, and without the guidance of the guards, they probably wouldn't have been able to turn out of the labyrinthine walls before dawn. Walking out of the long passage, a scorching smell hit them, which was not unpleasant, because they had been surrounded by this smell all these days, but now it was a little stronger.

Entering the city, Qingkong realized that he had overestimated the size of this place just now outside the city. This was a small town, and it was clearly a slightly larger palace, not even half the size of the Cloud Palace in Qingyun City, and they only had to raise their eyes to see the city wall on the west side, and the same thick and strong wall. On closer inspection, he realized that a small part of the city was used to thicken the walls, and at the center of the small town was a huge flaming tower, around which the thickened walls were built.

Qingkong saw that a few busy Yilong people in the small town were still piling up solid rocks in the corners of the walls, and then drying them with the flames that came out of their palms, and he knew that in a few days the walls would be thicker again. Several other sweaty blacksmiths swung their hammers and smashed them into the iron beneath them, sending sparks flying everywhere. And a small pinch of flames under the iron artifact burned bright and steady, this was not an ordinary flame, he had long heard that the Fire Dance Continent was a place rich in artifacts, relying on their incomparable flame flames.

Qingkong and Lu'er were amazed at the flames that kept surging from the hands of these Yilong people. The university scholars whispered to them that these people were not ordinary people, but fire controllers. Because ordinary Yilong people are not qualified for fire access, only nobles and qualified people will get the sacred flame seeds, especially in the current situation where fire is scarce. Their clothes were no different from the guards on the city wall, they were not red silk shirts or cyan, but there were especially many cyan ones, especially at the entrance of the "Fire Tower", there were more than a dozen Qingyan Sect Yilong clan guards with cyan clothes standing there neatly.

Qingkong looked sideways through the tower, only to find that in the direction of the west city entrance that Luo Er had just mentioned, there were two carriages dressed in cyan costumes, and there were also more than a dozen black strong horses eating in the stables at the city entrance. I wondered if I could borrow a few horses to take my place when I left.

They walked slowly on the somewhat scorching earth, and below them was the Yan River flowing from here, and Qingkong was really afraid that the ground under his feet would suddenly collapse. The surrounding Yilong people put down their tools and cautiously looked at the foreigners who walked past them. Lore's expression was also slightly displeased at this time, as if he regretted why he had let them in in the first place.

They were still halfway to the tower when suddenly a red-clad guard appeared from the right, whispering something in Lore's ear, whose expression became more and more ugly. He turned to look at the university scholars and the others, and said stiffly, "You guys are waiting here, don't walk around!"

With that, he and the guard walked into the thick, sturdy gate on the right side of the wall. Only then did Qingkong realize that such a thick wall was not only for defense, but also for their houses and rooms.

They really didn't leave half a step, out of respect and safety. Lu'er watched curiously as the surrounding Yilong clan controlled the flames in their hands, while the university scholars stared at the group of Qingyan Sect members guarding the entrance to the tower not far ahead.

Qingkong and Lu'er approached the university scholar and looked there as well.

"Look closely," the scholar said in a low voice, "see how the guards standing by the tower door differ from the guards on either side?"

Hearing this, Sky swept around with blue eyes, and finally compared himself to the dozen or so guards.

"The color of the clothes?" Qingkong was not sure that this was the answer that the university students wanted, because red and cyan were a normal person who could tell at a glance.

"That's right. The scholar nodded, "But only one thing right." ”

Knowing that what he said was different from what the university scholars had made them pay attention to, he read it carefully.

"The Yilong clan of the Qingyan Sect in front of the tower, the color of the clothes on their bodies is more colorful than the clothes of the Qingyan Sect on both sides. "The deer has sharp eyes and immediately notices the difference.

"So what?" it was clear that the dozen or so people had just arrived here, and their clothes were definitely brighter than the guards who had been stationed here all year round.

"It's not bright," the scholar denied, and although Lu'er found out, it was inappropriate to describe it, so he corrected, "It's that the color of the color and the texture of the clothes are different, which means that their identity is not the same level at all." The identity and status are especially obvious in the Yilong clan, whether it is a nobleman or a person with outstanding qualifications, as long as the clansman who has access to the flame is called the flame controller. The status of the flame controller is equivalent to that of the Terrans, and after they perform the access ceremony, they will be assigned to various positions within the clan, such as guards, forges, and so on. But no matter what they do, their ability to control fire determines their status. Within their clan, there are levels of flame controllers: beginner, intermediate, and high-level, and each stage has to go through a long period of training before they can be promoted. According to the ancient records, the fire threat of a mid-level flame controller is equivalent to the dragon breath of a dragon that has been swimming for decades!"

"The mid-level is equivalent to a swimming dragon?, what about the high-level...... a look of shock appeared in Qingkong's eyes, he didn't expect that the small flame that was quietly burning in the palm of the Yilong clan was as threatening as the dragon's breath.

"Look at your left and right," the scholar motioned to look at the busy guards on either side, "these guards are young, their ability to control fire is not yet in the heat of the fire, and the speed and heat of the flames are only at the elementary level...... It can be seen that they are only the first level of flame control, but this is enough to match the best of the enemy warriors. ”

Qingkong and Lu'er's eyes swept to the sides, and they found that it was indeed as the university scholar said. According to the subtle analysis of the scholars, it can be seen that the occasional flickering flame in their hands is small and dim, and it does not last long. Beginner ...... That was not the dragon, the shocking flames in Qingkong's heart had just been smaller, and the scholar's words immediately added fuel to them.

"Look at the guards standing in front of the tower, with such treatment, and even more gorgeous, they may have been promoted to a mid-level flame controller, if not a mid-level ability......"

The deer may not have an idea of the contrast between guards and dragons, but the sky knows what it means, and it's no wonder that they were once the strongest race in the world. He didn't dare to imagine how many mid-level or even high-level flame controllers they had in their heyday, all he could think of was the fireballs flying in the sky and the heart-rending cries of the enemy. He looked at the tower, and the guards guarding the entrance were not human beings in his eyes, but dragons breathing fire, just like his fat.

"There are more than a dozen mid-level or so flame controllers, this should be all the strength of the Qingyan Sect," the scholar continued, "The talents of all races have gradually disappeared with time, and now the changes in Yanhe have brought them a devastating blow, and I believe that the same is true of the Red Yan Sect." ”

Qingkong's thoughts were brought back to reality by the words of the university scholar, not only the current situation of the Yilong Clan, but also the Terran Race, which was originally known for its dragon bloodline and controlling the dragon, is now only supported by the gimmick of the bloodline. The number of dragon pilots has decreased dramatically after the Great War of Zhongzhou. A hundred years ago, even a small Terran force had one or two Captains in charge, and now even the two largest forces have only a few young Captains at the helm of the poor young dragons...... I don't know why the world has changed so much.

There was a noisy sound of footsteps in the passage on the right, and Lore who had entered did not come out alone. Qingkong glanced at at least a dozen people, each of whom was wearing the red clothes that symbolized the Red Flame Sect. With the hint of the university scholar just now, he subconsciously noticed that the colors of the clothes of these people who came out together were more bright and gorgeous.

As the men drew closer, two particularly striking faces appeared in the crowd, the faces of boys and girls to be exact. Qingkong grew up in the Cloud Palace since he was a child, and the peers around him were all children of nobles, so he could see at a glance that these two teenagers who were about the same age as him were not ordinary guards. It's not just the looks and clothes of these two people, but the aristocratic temperament that exudes from the inside out.

The young man should be a few years older than himself, his eyes were as bright as the fire that was about to burn in the center of the gorgeous robe, the golden belt was wrapped around his waist, and his bright blonde hair made people wonder if it was oiled, although the people of the Yilong clan had this hair color, but it was not as dazzling as him. He is very proud and noble, he must be arrogant and difficult to touch, this is Qingkong's first impression of him. On the contrary, the girl beside him gave Qingkong a different feeling from ordinary aristocratic girls, with some slightly curly short blond hair hanging low in her ears, and red smooth silk crossed around the heat on her chest. Her face wasn't as sharp and small as that of a fandom woman, but the occasional smile on her lips shone like a burning fire.

is also a flame, one proudly burned between the eyebrows, and the other was brilliant at the corners of the mouth. Although it feels like the two people have different personalities, their arrogant temperament is the same that cannot be concealed, and they didn't even look at it when more than a dozen people passed by them, thinking that they were just ordinary passers-by. Only Lore whispered as he passed by them, "Hold on, don't talk for a while!" His face was a little pale, but when he saw them, he turned to a trace of resentment, as if it had brought him bad luck.

The group walked towards the tower not far away, and the guards of the Qingyan Sect who were standing at the door of the tower in the distance noticed the abnormal movement here, and more than a dozen people were also on guard.

Qingkong felt that they had even reached the vicinity of the tower and had already smelled the smell of gunpowder, not the fire beneath their feet.

A leader-looking Qingyan Sect guard walked out of the queue, without a trace of friendliness on his expression, and said stiffly, "What are you doing here?"

The way for two forces of one race to meet and greet each other is to question each other, this kind of scene seems to be familiar, and Qingyun City and Muzhi are also incompatible?

"I think you're mistaken, right?" said the young man in the crowd as he pushed away the guards in front of him and slowly walked to the front of the line, his left hand behind his back, his right hand caressing the flame mark on the belt plate, and said arrogantly, "Should I ask you this sentence?"

The guard of the Qingyan Sect changed slightly when he saw the person who came out, and whispered a few words to the person behind him without a trace, and the person turned around and walked quickly into the tower.

"It turned out to be Young Master Nuoyan," the Yilong Clan guard of the Qingyan Sect lowered his head slightly in respect, but his tone did not change at all, "We, in Luodi City, are conducting Holy Flame access for a new batch of qualified clansmen. ”

Nuo Yan knew the name of the proud young man, and the guard's expression guessed who he was.

"Holy Yan access?" Nuo Yan's good-looking eyebrows raised, and his gaze was biased towards the guards who ran into the tower, "Who allowed you to do this?"

The lead guard didn't speak, his mouth stubbornly closed, as if waiting for something.

Seeing this, Nuo Yan's face was not good, and he snorted coldly, "Why don't you speak?"

"I gave permission. A cold voice came from behind the guards of the Qingyan Sect.

It was a woman's voice, and that was the first reaction of the sky. Through the crowd, he saw a tall girl, dressed in a thin blue sleeveless robe, revealing her white arms, her long red hair hanging down from both sides on her undulating chest, and her bright eyes seemed to burn with two cyan flames. No one cared why the color of her hair was different from everyone's, and without exception, they were all shocked by her powerful aura, including Nuo Yan, who was still arrogant just now.

This gesture reminded Qingkong of another person. The same green figure, the same cold voice, one is as cold as an iceberg, and the other is like a cold green flame.

In the blink of an eye, the girl had already walked to the front of the guards of the Qingyan Sect, and the guards behind her had raised their heads again since she appeared.

"Oh, it turned out to be Miss Qingxiao," Nuo Yan looked at the girl of the same age as him in front of him, and his arrogant tone just now weakened a little, "But...... Even if it's you, it doesn't seem like you have the right to appear here for Holy Flame access now, right?"

The girl's expression didn't change much, but her brows frowned slightly, and her tone was still cold, "Why?"

"You don't know, do you? A few months ago, you lords of Lodi City, oh...... That is, your father, the city lord of Qinghong, who has made an agreement with us in Torch Flame City - in view of the sharp decline in the number of flames now, the ritual of the Holy Flame access is only one day a month, and only one side is allowed to enter the Holy Flame Tower every month, and the other side waits for the next month. Miss Qingxiao has not forgotten that you Luodi City just gave a group of clansmen access to the Holy Flame last month!"

It turned out that she was far beyond the status of a nobleman, and was the child of the city lord like herself. But seeing the guards so respectful, she definitely didn't have the same status in the family as she did...... Qingkong thought.

"My father's decision is his, I don't have to follow it, I just bring my people to do what they have to do. ”

Qing Xiao's faint words surprised everyone, even the daughter of the city lord shouldn't disobey the city lord's orders, right?

"What should be done?" Nuo Yan's face grew angry, and his eyes really burned, "Miss Qingxiao is violating our agreement and robbing us of our interests, we don't accept this!"

Qing Xiao snorted coldly, and didn't seem to take his threat seriously, "How?"

Under the gaze of everyone, her slender and slender wrist was gently raised, and a cyan flame rushed out of her palm. The flames burned steadily and thickened, like a green dragon rushing upward, and it was larger and more cyan than any Yilong flame that Qingkong had ever seen in the city.

"Intermediate Flame Control ......," the university scholar said softly, "I didn't expect this little girl to have reached such a level, it's really the hope of the Yilong clan......"

"Shut up!" Lore, though his eyes were still staring at the flame in front of him with some horror, still didn't stop the scholar's words angrily.

Qingkong's expression was slightly angry, and his body was about to walk towards him, but the university scholar pressed on his shoulder to signal not to be impulsive.

"You...... Promoted to the middle rank?" Nuo Yan felt the scorching heat of the flames in front of him, and his tone was angry and trembling, "Okay! Since you want to solve it like this, then don't blame me!" A red flame from his palm turned out, and he couldn't wait to burst out of his palm, no less than the cyan flame, but it was not very stable and trembling a little.

The tense atmosphere surrounded everyone at once, even though their swords and crossbows were flames in the palms of their hands.

The two groups confronted each other, and the other guards who had been busy around joined them, and the flames in their hands could fly towards them at any moment.

"Everyone, ......" Just at the moment of Qianjun, an unexpected old voice sounded behind Nuo Yan.