"It's really a strange thing, I just tested the inside of Xia Dahl's body, which is very different from ordinary people, you know, no matter which one of the fighting qi and magic are, they will more or less exist in our body, it's just whether everyone will use them, or how much they can use, this is a matter of energy rules, but the source of fighting qi or magic in Kedar's body seems to be closed, and it can't be perceived or used, which causes him to have no reaction to the test stone, but his liliang or strength is too much beyond his peers, which is really very strange, if it weren't for the increase in fighting qi"There are people in Shijie who are naturally insulated from fighting qi and magic, but he will be like ordinary people, Dahl's body must have some secrets, and now it seems that with my ability, I am afraid that I can't find any solution." ”

When Carl heard Jialan say this, he couldn't help but ask a little anxiously, "Then my lord, you can't think about it anymore, you are the Star Sword Saint?"

"I'm just going further than you on the road of force, I don't know the alchemists, forget it, those crazy people, I don't know what will happen to them? Maybe through some stimulation can make Dahl's vindictiveness burst out, but I don't know how much stimulation is needed, but, ah, I remember, there is a person who has encountered a similar problem with Dahl, he has been without douqi for a while, and then he actually found another shortcut to revive the vindictive, and found another kind of liliang that can be comparable to the vindictive, but this guy, alas, his whereabouts are erratic, few people know where he is, even if it is me, the last time he was yujian was 50 years ago。 Jialan couldn't help but shake her head.

"Who is that person, Lord Jialan?" Karl asked

"An old bastard! an old bastard of genius!"

While a few people were discussing Dahl's physical problems, the two children had become friends who talked about everything.

"So if you are a prince, then you will not be the future king?" said Dahl.

"I guess, I'm going to be a king when I grow up, but I don't think it's fun to be a king. Sherlock replied.

"It should be good to be a king, even an official of my father's size has to listen to the king. ”

"You don't know, Dahl, there are a lot of restrictions on being a king, what time do you have to get up, what time you have to go to bed, you can't go out and play casually, you have to listen to a lot of people talking and talking every day, and the people who listen are annoyed, and the most important thing is that I secretly sat on my father's throne, it was too hard, and it hurt to sit on it, how could I have a comfortable blanket at home, if I became a king, I had to sit there, it was too uncomfortable. Sherlock grinned as he ate the tree candy Dahl had bought.

"Well, it's really not interesting to be a king. Dahl echoed as if he understood.

"By the way, Dahl, I just heard from the teacher that you don't know how to fight and magic, do you?

"Well, yes, I don't know weishenme, I just don't need it, my dad seems to be begging your teacher to find a way for me, "Sherlock, is that teacher of yours very good? ”

"Hehe, I don't know," Sherlock scratched his head embarrassedly, "I heard my father say that the teacher is a master of the Holy Realm, and that he can shatter a mountain with one punch." ”

"That's amazing!" cried Dahl, "then I guess I'm cured." ”

"Yes, Dahl, when you are cured, you can go with me, I beg the teacher to accept you as a student, and then we can play together every day. Sherlock said happily.

"Really, that's great, by the way, I'll tell you something, you have to keep it a secret for me, I haven't even told my father. Dahl said suddenly and mysteriously.

"What's the matter?" Sherlock asked curiously.

"Look at this. Dahl clenched his fists hard, and then exerted all his strength, the little round face was red, and then a magical thing happened, only to see two strange red marks on the back of Dahl's hands and hands, slightly red, and then Dahl roared, and punched at the same time, only to hear a bang, a 2-meter-high boulder behind the two of them was smashed apart.

"Dahl, you, how did you do this?" Sherlock couldn't believe what was happening in front of him, a stone so big, it would be shattered. “

"I, I, I don't know, every time I appear, this, these 2 pictures, patterns, I, I feel full of liliang, I used to be unconscious, and then I found out about it, in the past 2 years, I can gradually control his appearance, but every time I use it, I'm almost exhausted. Dahl said as he stuck out his tongue and lay on the ground in large characters, panting.

"Funny boy. Suddenly, a bald old man in a black robe suddenly appeared in front of the two of them, and then he crouched down, grabbed Dahl's hands, and carefully studied the two patterns that were about to disappear.

"Who are you, old man?" Dahl asked the old man who didn't know when he appeared, but he didn't break free, just let him look at his hands, and he felt from the bottom of his heart that this man had no ill will towards him.

"Is this pattern, impossible, no, maybe, so, this child is?" the old man muttered to himself as he looked at Dahl, "Son, who are your parents?"

"My dad was Carl Ulysses, and my mom died. Dahl spoke of his adoptive mother with a gloomy expression, though he had never met her, but every time he mentioned it

"Your father is yours, well, not your biological father, right?" said the old man.

"Grandpa, how do you know, are you a friend of your father?" Dahl was shocked this time, it was strange that an old man he had never seen knew his background.

"That's right, but it doesn't matter, kid, do you want to be my student?"

Just as Dahl was about to answer, in the direction of the fortress of Ancaro, a surging aura rushed to his face, and then the white clouds in the sky scattered as if they had encountered a terrible enemy, and a silver giant sword visible to the naked eye fell from the sky with an irresistible force, and the target was the mysterious black-robed bald old man.

Dahl and Sherlock's clothes were blown and crackled, and the bald old man sneered, randomly jumped into the air, and stretched out his right fist at the silver giant sword, shining with golden light, and then, an indelible scene, firmly imprinted in Dahl and Sherlock's minds, many years later, still can't forget, that punch and that sword.