There was a murderous aura in the room, and a biting cold air shone on Du Wei's body. Du Wei only felt like a frog being targeted by a poisonous snake.

I saw the gray-clothed servant behind Lan Hai. Although he was just standing there quietly, Du Wei said the sentence "It's the enemy." It's a friend". His eyes were like an eagle staring at Du Wei, and the piercing murderous aura also shone on Du Wei's body.

Obviously a guy who didn't look amazing and was dressed as a servant, he didn't have any expression on his face, just standing behind Lan Hai like this. It's just a bunch of eyes. But it gave Du Wei a feeling of extreme danger, like this sense of oppression, Du Wei could only feel it in a master like Hussein or Rodriguez in the past, but it was clear that such a servant could also have such an momentum!

With a ding, the teacup in Du Wei's hand fell on it and turned into pieces.

The gray-clothed servant's eyes were like sharp swords. Du Wei felt a heavy burden when he received this kind of look. But there was no hint on his face. He even turned his head and turned his side to the servant without reservation. Then look at the blue ocean. The smile on his face seems to be very relaxed. He sighed softly and said, "Mr. Lanhai, it seems that you have made a decision in your heart?"

Lan Hai shrunk in his chair, and he was tightly cold in the blanket, in the biting cold wind of the early morning. He was like an ordinary old man, stretching out his hand and trembling to pick up the teacup. He took a slow breath, then sighed—his sigh showed exhaustion, and he whispered, "Lord Tulip." If I want to be an enemy of you. Why did you send my eighty disciples in the first place......"

Du Wei smiled faintly, his eyes flashed, and said, "Mr. Blue Sea." As I just said, your intentions may not be simple at the beginning, but I am afraid that you will not be selfish if you help me pacify the northwest, so today you sent someone to invite me here...... The so-called moon is dark, the wind is high, and the night ...... kills people," said this, Du Wei couldn't help but look up at the window and look out the sky. smiled indifferently, then turned his head and stared at the blue sea tightly, although his tone was relaxed, his eyes were solemn: "Although it is not night now, there is no moon in the sky." But Fang is also very secluded, and this breeze and still water is also very elegant, in such a quiet and elegant Fang, kill someone. And then it's buried under your feet, but I'm afraid it's also very secret. If you die in such a way. Even after death. It's good to listen to the sound of the waves at night. ”

Lan Hai laughed when he heard this, and then he raised his hand. Motioned for the gray-clothed servant behind him to leave. The gray-clothed servant refused at first. Hesitantly looked at the blue ocean. There was some hesitation in his eyes. Lan Hai sighed and said, "Although you have been with me for so many years. With your current cultivation, it's pretty good. But then the man came. Even if you stay here, I'm afraid that the person won't be able to catch a single face, and since I dare to sit here, I am naturally sure. ”

The gray-clothed servant saw that his master was very resolute, although he was a little reluctant. I had to be ordered to exit the room and slowly close the door.

When only Du Wei and Lan Hai were left in the room, Lan Hai looked at Du Wei and smiled: "Now you can rest assured, I'm just a weak one." Would the famous Duke of Tulip still be afraid of a frail old man?"

Du Wei smiled: "Disciple of the Great Snow Mountain." And how can there be a useless man? There was a pause. Du Wei said: "What do you mean by 'that man is coming'? Did you make an appointment with someone else today besides me?"

"Not an outsider, just an old friend. ”

Du Wei moved, "Old friend?" Lan Hai looked out the window and took a deep breath: "There are many kinds of old friends. And this old friend is hell-bent on my life. After saying this, he turned his head to look at Du Wei, and said calmly: "Lord Duke, now you can rest assured." I'm inviting you here just to be a spectator. ”

Du Wei looked disapproving: "Audience? I've never been interested in being this kind of audience, whether you kill someone or someone else kills you." Isn't it interesting to watch such a scene? Or do you have such a hobby? Do you like to be watched by someone when you kill or are killed?"

Lan Hai smiled: "I naturally don't have this hobby. It's just that you have to be this audience today. I think you're in the northwest, Lord Duke. Of course, I'm curious about the Snow Mountains. The person I'm waiting for today is a visitor from the Great Snow Mountain. ”

Du Wei was full of questions. But looking at Lan Hai's unfathomable look, I don't know how to ask again. For a while, the atmosphere in the room couldn't help but freeze.

The morning breeze is blowing at the moment. The two people in the room, the old and the young, sat opposite each other, with only a pot of water in between. Both of them did not speak. Each has his own thoughts.

Finally, I don't know how long later, the dawn darkness gradually receded, and a little fish belly white appeared in the sky in the distance outside the window, and a faint red mark was revealed in the faint morning light. Lan Hai looked at the shape in the distance that seemed to be about to rise before he whispered, "It's almost time." The man should have come, too. I've met him so many times and he's never been late. Today should be no exception. ”

At this moment, Du Wei's heart suddenly moved. He's a magician. The sensitivity of the senses is far greater than that of ordinary people. Although he didn't hear the slightest sound, the divine power of jīng sitting here naturally shrouded the entire small building. At this moment, he suddenly had a strange feeling, and he only felt as if a strange power had invaded the scope of his divine power. Du Wei tried to capture it with his heart, but it felt too strange. That trace of being invaded into one's own jīng divine power was only a flash. Obviously, the cultivation of the divine power of the person who came to him was probably better than his own.

Du Wei had this feeling in his heart, and just as he was about to speak, he heard Lan Hai sigh: "He has come." ”

With the blue ocean this sigh. Du Wei suddenly felt a jǐng feeling in his heart, and he couldn't help but look up as if he had a sense in his heart. I saw that the screen near the door of this room was originally empty, but Du Wei looked up at it for such a short moment. Suddenly, a silhouette of a figure appeared behind the screen. I don't know when this man came. Suddenly, it just appeared. It's like a wisp of ghost, "After all these years, your ears are still very smart." ”

The voice is soft and melodious. When you listen to it, you can't help but feel close. It's just that such a pleasant sound fell into Du Wei's ears, but it seemed to have a kind of Chiron attraction. Originally, Du Wei's cage illuminated the entire jīng divine force field, as if the calm had been thrown into a stone, and he could no longer maintain the original peace. What's more, the man's voice was so strange, as if it had a kind of seductive power. People can't help but be drawn in. Even at that moment of speaking, even a powerful magician like Du Wei instantly lost his mind.

The blue ocean seems to be undisturbed by this. I don't look at the figure behind the screen. Just smiled and whispered, "You really didn't disappoint me, and you weren't late." ”

"It's a pity that you've let me down. The words did not fall. The man had come out from behind the screen.

Du Wei finally saw the man's appearance clearly. I saw that his white sè robe was the outfit of the white-clothed shaman on the snowy mountain, and his long silver gray sè hair was scattered and a little messy, and a few strands of messy hair on his forehead covered his eyes, and his eyes flickered after the messy hair. As bright as the cold stars in the sky on a winter night, Du Wei, a white-clothed shaman on this snowy mountain, is certainly no stranger to it, when he fought with the steppe people under the city of Gilliat in the northwest. Du Wei also killed a white-clothed shaman with his own hands, and when talking with the grassland people, he also personally pretended to be a white-clothed shaman to deceive the grassland peace envoy, so of course Du Wei recognized the white-clothed shaman's outfit at a glance, but this person's outfit was a little different. I saw that he had a gold sè belt tied around his waist in his white robe, and the belt was equipped with a scimitar of the common style on the grassland, which was very small. It's less than half the size. The end of the handle is inlaid with a pearl the size of a thumb.

Although Du Wei is not good at martial arts. But with the intuition of a strong man, he also saw at a glance that the scimitar was by no means a pretending ornament, but it just made Du Wei wonder. He also knew a lot about the Great Snow Mountain, but he had never heard of any of the white-clothed shamans who were both cultivators of spells and martial arts, and as a shaman, he openly wore martial weapons. Then this person's martial arts skills must not be low.

What made Du Wei even more strange was that Lan Hai said just now that he was an "old friend for many years", and Du Wei also guessed that the age of the people who came was probably not young, and most of them were the same age as Lan Hai. But when you look at this person, he has fair skin. The face is pale. There are no wrinkles on his face, and if he looks at it alone, he is probably at least forty or fifty years younger than Lan Hai.

After this person came out from behind the screen, his eyes stared at the blue sea quietly for a while, and his voice was calm: "You have aged a lot over the years. I remember the last time I saw you, you didn't have so many wrinkles on your face. Have you been injured since the last time we met?" Then he looked at Du Wei again. The sharp eyes swept over Du Wei. In an instant, Du Wei had a feeling as if he had been completely seen through. There was a faint strangeness and appreciation in this person's eyes: "It seems that you have not been idle all these years." actually accepted such a disciple who came out of sè. I've heard people say that there is a martial artist on the continent who is good at using 'Frost Fighting Qi', it seems that his name is Rodriguez, and he has actually reached the level of a paladin, probably him, but I didn't think about it but he was so young, and I thought that although there were many disciples on our Great Snow Mountain, there were few who could have such an outstanding posture. ”

"Don't get me wrong, he's not my disciple. Lan Hai glanced at Du Wei: "This is His Excellency the famous Duke Tulip on the mainland." The disciple of the Magister Gandalf has a little relationship with our Great Snow Mountain. I invited him here today just to be a spectator. If I'm unfortunate enough to die. and trouble him to collect my body. ”

When this man heard the name "Gandorf", a hint of jīng flashed in his eyes. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, "Oh? Gandorf." Is that the guy who claims to be the number one magician in the mainland? It turned out to be his disciple, no wonder. No wonder. With that, he just nodded. I don't look at Du Wei anymore.

Du Wei noticed that when this man mentioned Gandalf, he was talking about "the first magician in the mainland". Instead of any respect, there was a hint of disdain in his tone.

"Well, you and I have waited too long for this day. That being the case. Let's get started. The man looked at Lan Hai and frowned slightly, "It's just that you are still standing up now?"

Lan Hai sighed softly when he heard this: "What's the difference between standing up and not standing up, since you've been waiting for too long for this day, then you might as well do it." ”

A gentle sigh, this sigh contains regret, emotion, unbearable, hatred and many other complex meanings, the sigh did not fall, this person's body suddenly disappeared in the original. The next moment had flashed in front of Lan Hai's body, and even a strong man like Du Wei couldn't see the movement clearly, only to see this person's palm gently waved, and a blazing light suddenly burst out in his palm. The palm of his hand pressed down on Lan Hai's forehead.

The blue ocean chills the blanket. It's like a frail old man. It's obviously already weak. Without hearing a snort, the blanket suddenly shattered with a cold body all over his body. Turning into countless fragments and flying, the blue sea cage shone in a cloud of silver-white light, and the originally frail old man showed an awe-inspiring and inviolable demeanor between his eyebrows at this moment. He had his hands hidden under the blanket. The finger was lightly pointed, and a little cold air condensed between the fingers, although this cold air seemed not to be large, but the chest pointed at this person instantly turned into a whistling ice edge.

The man smiled. He sneered and took a step back, his empty hand on his chest. With another wipe, the palm of his hand waved, and the whistling ice edge of the blue sea was instantly cleaned up by him, and the person pushed it out with a palm, and the blazing light in his palm roared out, and the blue sea god was awe-inspiring. Raising his thin arms, he met it, and the red fiery and silver-white cold collided together, and the red and white immediately separated from each other, but the strange thing was that there was no life under the impact.

I saw that the blue sea hair was flying, and the sleeves of the whole body were bulging, and it was obvious that he had done his best. The man only retreated with a blow, and after a push, his body floated away gently. He withdrew his arm and stood with his hands in his hands, nodded and smiled: "It seems that you are not old enough to move." ”

Lan Hai was a little struggling, Du Wei was close, he had seen Lan Hai's chest rising and falling gently, but there was still a red hot fire in the two cold clouds between Lan Hai's palms, Lan Hai couldn't dissipate this fire with all his might, and finally he had to withdraw one hand. With a hook of his fingers, a stream of water was immediately sucked out of the pot on the table.

What a powerful fire spell this white-clothed shaman could use. Where can this little pot of water be extinguished? It's just that there is a stream of water. The flame immediately seemed to have found a vent, and it was suddenly out of the control of the blue ocean. Burn all the way down with the water. I heard a few snorts, and the water was instantly evaporated by the fire. Turning into a faint white gas, the flame did not stop at all. Quickly hit the kettle on the table. The silver kettle was vaporized in an instant, and there was not a single slag left.

Du Wei sat on the sidelines and watched the two fight. Both of them were fast and short. It's dizzying. It was as if he saw the white-robed shaman unleash his flames. It made Du Wei's heart tremble. This strange flame is so powerful. He actually burned a silver kettle without a trace in an instant-Shewei himself is also an expert in fire-based magic, just like his ability to use dense fireballs. It's just that the ordinary flame temperature can instantly burn this silver kettle like this! The spell on this snowy mountain is really weird and powerful.

At this moment, a figure suddenly broke in from outside. It was the gray-clothed servant, who was full of silver and vindictiveness. His face was full of murder. "Don't hurt Mr.!"

With that, he stretched out his palm. The fighting qi in his palm instantly condensed into an ice sword, and I saw him fly forward. A man slashes down with a sword in the air. This sword is cold and light four shè. The Frost Fighting Spirit was brought into full play. The entire room instantly became cold, and the tip of the ice sword brought out a vortex of ice and snow mixed with fine ice edges, and roared towards the white-clothed shaman.

Du Wei raised his eyebrows. This unimpressive servant, this sword might. The frost fighting spirit attainment is already faintly comparable to the major general of the Northwest Army, Sebasta, Du Wei guessed in his heart, but he was afraid that this gray-clothed servant's martial arts skills were also at the level of level eight.

With a chuckle, the white-clothed shaman whispered faintly: "That's not how the Frost Fighting Qi is used. ”

He spoke slowly. The gray-clothed servant's sword came very quickly. But at this time. Time and space seem to have produced a kind of distorted disorder. Obviously, the gray-clothed servant's sword had already stabbed in front of him, but when he slowly finished saying this, the sword had not yet stabbed him.

This kind of time-space distortion and confusion is not the first time that Du Wei has seen it, and now he has seen this scene of space-time distortion and confusion again. Du Wei suddenly jumped out of two words in his heart:

Holy Steps!!