Yang Wei looked at Lu Yang, who was sweating in disbelief, and tried his best to make his expression as calm as possible, but the constantly twitching facial muscles made all his efforts go to waste.

"This is impossible! Only the Dream Guardian can reduce dreams to pieces and then put them into their bodies. And the Dream Awakener can only absorb a little bit of magic power at the moment when he has just entered the dream or when the dream is shattered!"

What it means to be able to absorb dream fragments, Yang Wei knows very well in his heart.

The abundant magical power provided by the dream realm makes the battle of the Dream Guardian not like the Dream Awakener, which can decide the winner in a short period of time. If Lu Yang really had a dream, the endless magic power would make him invincible in the realm of the Dream Awakener. It's no wonder that Ai Feng, who is a high-level dream awakener, is not his opponent, no wonder he is carrying two silvers, and a gold-level dream seal can still be used freely in battle.

But the dreamers who can condense dreams, Yang Wei has never heard of. And it's also very unconscionable.

As a dreamer, he knows a lot about how the dreamer controls his dreams. By absorbing the fragments of dreams, they condense into new dreams within their own souls. This dream is carried by the soul of the dreamer. Unless Lu Yang's soul is very strong, he will definitely not be able to withstand the pressure of the dream on his soul! Moreover, when absorbing the fragments of the dream realm, Lu Yang is still only a beginner dream awakener, how can his soul withstand the weight of the dream realm?!

The tip of the spear cut through the air, like the sharp sound of a phoenix screaming to interrupt Yang Wei's thoughts. Staring at this kid who hides a lot of secrets on his body, his eyes flickered.

Is there a way for Lu Yang to enhance his soul strength in order to withstand the pressure brought by dreams? Originally, he planned to let the two of them develop freely, so he relaxed his attention. But I didn't expect that after the sewer line, so many accidents happened to Lu Yang, which made Lu Yang's already mysterious veil even more ethereal.

It seems that he needs to keep his eyes firmly on Lu Yang. I only hope that Chang Ming doesn't know that Lu Yang has the ability to control dreams, otherwise he will definitely use all his strength to pull Lu Yang into the Law Enforcement Department.

Lu Yang in the training ground was still feeling the wonderful trajectory contained in the changes, and with the consumption of physical strength, his senses became more acute. The power of the spear has become more and more secure, and the fire in the air has not dissipated, like a peacock showing off its brilliant wings as the sunset. The scream produced by the spear piercing the air became less harsh, but a little more proud and domineering in the world.

Beads of sweat snaked down Lu Yang's forehead, leaving a not-so-obvious trail.

In Lu Yang's repeated drills, Feng Ming and Huang Wu tended to be perfect. He already knew Zhihong's peculiar power skills, the magic power that traveled in the body, and stimulated the muscles to burst into strength, and what he lacked was only actual combat. However, he couldn't release Phoenix Dance at the same time as he released Feng Ming.

Lu Yang first used the Phoenix Dance to accumulate the power of each swing of the spear, so that the latter stabbed forward quickly, and at the same time, the phantom power stimulated the muscles to cause shaking and casting the phoenix sound. But at this time, the range of the tip of the spear will be much larger, not to mention the scattered attack power, and it will also deviate the direction of attack because of the huge power accumulated by the Phoenix Dance if it is not well controlled. However, Huang Wu can only use the spear as a stick, and Feng Ming can only stab ten centimeters forward at most, and in actual combat, it is difficult to exert the power of the two moves.

Although it was the first time to contact the shooting, Lu Yang believed that these two moves, which seemed to be the same magnetic poles repelling each other, would definitely have something in common. Otherwise, how could such a frivolous move attract Chang Ming's attention? Could it be that there was anything in the shooting that he hadn't learned?

Thinking of this, Lu Yang's mind flashed with inspiration, and he immediately realized a few points.

What is Chang Ming doing to give himself such a good thing? Think about it carefully, whether he wants money or not, whether he wants power or not, except that his talent is not bad, there is no other attraction to him. I'm afraid that Chang Ming gave himself this execution with the idea of pulling himself into the Law Enforcement Department, and he said so many things to himself. Therefore, this execution should not be complete, and the remaining part should be the essence of the execution. It seems that Chang Ming is casting a long line to catch big fish. And the remaining half of the execution is undoubtedly bait.

Now, Lu Yang, a stupid fish, already knows the delicious taste of the bait, and even if he knows that he will be caught, he will swallow the bait desperately.

Just now I thought I had picked up a treasure, and I thanked Chang Ming for a few words, but now I realize that the world is dark and full of calculations.

The flame dragon thorn in his hand turned into sparks and dissipated into the air, no practice, no longer practice, this tattered shooting is only half, and it is in vain to practice. Lu Yang, who had figured it out, simply sat on the ground panting, and when he saw Yang Wei chatting with Yang Lan, he was in a slightly worse mood.

On a street in Harbin City, Ai Feng, who was walking in the flow of people, slowed down. In front of him, a man dressed in red stood. If Lu Yang was present, I am afraid that he would be able to recognize at a glance that this man in red was the guy who used the red powder to let him enter the dream realm.

The flow of people passed through the two of them as if they didn't exist, and none of them even had their eyes resting on them, as if they were just air.

Ai Feng felt like a volcano about to erupt, and the man in front of him was like a sharp sword in a scabbard, and the fierce color that occasionally flashed in his eyes made Ai Feng have to avoid the edge.

After the two looked at each other, they came to a remote place.

"Have you found the guy who stole the power of the gods?" the man in red was the first to break the silence between the two.

"Not only did I find him, but I also fought him. At the mention of Lu Yang, Ai Feng felt a sense of frustration.

"Lost, right?" The man in red didn't show any expression on his face, but his tone was much more contemptuous.

Ai Feng was silent for a long time, although it was the first time they met, the occasional flash of sharpness in the red-clothed man's sword eyebrows made him dare not look directly.

"That's right, I lost. Not only did he inherit the body of the god of fire, but he also possessed the powerful Dream Treasure ......"

Ai Feng inexplicably felt that he was a head lower than the other party, and after thinking for a while, he began to explain. The man in red interrupted him impatiently.

"Actually, the reason for your failure is very simple, it's just to underestimate the enemy. No matter how powerful he is, he is just a beginner-level dream-awaker, and you are a high-level, awake, dreamer, and dreamer with divine tattoos!"

The man in red's tone became cold, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes.