Civilians living at the bottom of this world may never have the opportunity to see the battle scene of a gold-rank powerhouse in their lifetime. 【For more exciting novels, please visit】Although the castle of the Beifeng family is not large, it is only relatively speaking, it took five full years to build this castle, and the stone cost of the upper and lower three floors also weighs tens of thousands of catties. Now the castle has become a toy in the hands of two powerful men, and the hard rock is easily rounded and flattened like dough.

With the distance of ten meters from the outer perimeter of the original castle as the boundary, all the flying sand and rocks will stop here, and no more will spread out, and at the same time, people outside will not be able to enter at all. As a result of the two sides' deliberate control of the range of their forces, a huge tornado rolled up on the ruins of the castle and obscured the sky and the sun.

Such a grand and terrifying scene amazed all the onlookers, but El did not look back to take a second look, it was not the first time he had seen the battle of a gold-rank powerhouse, and he had already passed the stage where he would only be stunned like a fool. Unlike other people who only watch the excitement, after leaving Isttalen, he set himself an unattainable goal.

El once thought that the ridiculous target would fade into oblivion with the passage of time, but when he saw the collision of the golden rank powerhouses again, he suddenly found that the blood in his heart had not yet cooled.

This question is not important to El, although the eldest lady is young, beautiful and has a good character, but El is not the uninformed turtle he was at the beginning, and the friendship between the two sides does not seem to be enough for him to work hard. As for weighing the pros and cons is Tiana's job, and intrigue is Lolana's business, he has no interest and no need to focus on it. At this moment, there is only one thought on El's mind, and that is that he wants to become stronger.

The battle between the gold-level powerhouses does not allow others to interfere, or others are not qualified to interfere at all, so they can only hide far away and be a spectator. But El doesn't like to be a spectator, he is a hunter, and in the laws of the forest there is only hunting and being hunted, and to be a spectator is to starve to death. If he wants to be a hunter, he doesn't want to be a prey, he has to be strong!

It wasn't impossible to get stronger, and El had just found a path worth trying, the same white stone path he had walked back and forth twice. Xi Mako said that this was the inheritance of the North Wind Sword Saint who embodied his silver secret realm and left it to future generations.

Although he had also said that this path was only a cultivation place for those unpolished youths, it would not play a role for the powerhouses of the silver rank. But there is one thing he doesn't know, although El has shown the momentum that a silver-rank powerhouse should have everywhere, and he is not inferior in the head-to-head battle with Highgnam, but only El himself knows that he has only half a foot in the silver rank, and in fact, he has not yet found his own silver secret.

The powerhouse of the silver rank can be said to be the elite of one in a million, which is not just a goal that can be achieved by brute force. The silver-ranked powerhouses that El had seen, such as the generals of Tiana and Isttalon, all had more or less family legacy. And he doesn't have any background, just a turtle born in the mountains, and if he wants to cross that threshold, he has to find a way to fight for opportunities.

The North Wind Sword Saint left this white stone trail, obviously there is no deliberate restriction on outsiders, and it can be called an open public resource. And since he didn't step into the Silver Secret Realm, he naturally had a hole to exploit.

El had a vague feeling that if he could keep going, there would be an unexpected gain. Even if the road came to an end and he didn't get the answer he wanted, he could at least say with a clear conscience that he had tried hard and didn't run away because of timidity.

Walking alone has made the Sword Tomb much less stressful, but it's not something to be happy about. According to Simako, Diana was able to run barefoot on this path when she was seven years old, and the great swordsmen of their generation only considered it a place of cultivation when they were teenagers.

In the blink of an eye, he came to the fork in the cave before, and El did not stop, and continued to move forward without hesitation. Continuing up from here is the real difficult and dangerous road.

The trail wasn't steep, but beads of sweat were already sticking out of El's forehead as he reached the point. From the second stage onwards, his steps became unusually heavy, as if dozens of kilograms had been added to his feet, and each step was like trekking through the mud. El knew very well that this was an illusion, that it was the coercion that naturally attached to the trail that gave him the illusion of oppression. He struggled to use his insight runes to try to break free from this mental illusion, but the power of the runes that had been invincible in the past didn't seem to have much effect here. This is the absolute difference in strength, maybe in the eyes of the Northern Wind Sword Saint back then, the current El is just an insignificant ant, and he only needs one thought to make him disappear.

Although he can't get rid of it, he can still resist, and the strength of resistance comes from personal will, so El didn't stop, didn't even slow down, even if the cold sweat had soaked his shoulders and back, his eyes were still firm, and his body movements were not half flustered.

After about a hundred steps up, there was still no end in sight to the trail, but the mental pressure suddenly doubled. It's not just oppression, it's starting to create a real illusion.

El takes a step forward and suddenly finds himself in another unfamiliar environment. He lost all the strength in his body, and only a heavy sense of restraint remained. He turned his head and saw himself crouched in a sturdy iron cage with heavy chains hanging from his body, as if he had become a slave. A shoddy chain like this is no threat to the strong, and he only needs to pull it hard to tear it apart. But now he didn't have the strength at all, his body was full of hunger and weakness, and it was very difficult to speak.

He moved his body for a moment, and he heard a commotion of people outside, only to hear a shrill voice say loudly: "Distinguished gentlemen and ladies, I believe that most of you already know the finale of today, so let's get straight to the point." In the face of such a treasure, any language imaginable by mankind pales and is powerless. Then now please witness this miracle from the Angel Tears of the Dwarven Kingdom!"

The blackout curtain slowly opened, and El narrowed his eyes to see that there was a huge venue that could accommodate thousands of people, and it was actually full at this time. Behind him, as the curtain lifted, a strangely shaped tower was revealed. At the bottom of the tower is a pedestal of a cage for slaves, where El's is located. On top of these iron cages, there are wooden boxes with open lids, which contain all kinds of luxury goods such as ivory, incense, agate, etc., most of which El's does not know what they are, but they know that they are expensive just by looking at their appearances.

Above those luxury goods, there are neat piles of gold and silver bricks, and the number of those gold bricks alone weighs at least hundreds of catties. And these gold and silver bricks are just a platform built for the upper level of jewelry, and under the light of the surrounding light sources, those piles of jewelry radiate colorful light, making it impossible to take your eyes off.

These jewels were still not the top floor, and in the middle of them stood a slender candlestick made of Mithril, and the Mithril used to make such a candlestick added up to at least twenty catties, and if its value was measured, it was enough to ruin a small kingdom.

However, this was still not the end, there was silence in the room, and everyone subconsciously held their breath, staring at the top of the Mithril candlestick with wide eyes.

A strange light seeped through the edge of the curtain, and a single ray of light eclipsed all the competing jewels below. With the sound of subconscious inhalation around him, the curtain suddenly sped up, slammed to the side, and then ...... The light that could not be seen directly instantly illuminated the entire venue.

El hadn't heard of the legend of Angel Tears, so he didn't know what was on it at all, and subconsciously closed his eyes. If he could still use the Insight Rune at this time, he might still be attracted by the huge diamond with one thousand and twenty-four sides. But...... After losing the power of the runes, he is an ignorant turtle, and even if the real diamond is placed in front of him, I am afraid that it will be used as a glass ballast.

"Why don't you look at that diamond?" a voice suddenly asked. El opened his eyes and saw a young man dressed in a waiter's costume standing outside the iron cage. While everyone craned their necks to look at the diamonds, it seemed that only this young man remained awake. Or rather, it was El's actions that caught his attention.

"Is that a diamond? I heard that it is very valuable, how can it shine on its own?" El covered his eyes and glanced at it, and quickly lowered his head and complained.

"It's Angel's Tears, the most beautiful diamond ever made, a gemstone that cannot be measured in money, don't you want to look at it at all?" the young man asked with some strange curiosity.

"What's there to see...... If you want it, just grab it. El pursed his lips and smiled, "What's the use of that thing, even if it's worth more? Angel's Tears? Can it bring the dead back to life?"

"Of course not!" replied the young man, as if in his own words, "not really...... But it attracts everyone's attention, you see, everyone is looking at it intently. ”

"Not everyone......" El tilted his head and stared at the young man and said slowly, "You didn't look at it, why didn't you watch it?"

The young man sighed, shook his head, and said, "I'm tired of it. ”

Source of the novel: Ran Library

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