After waiting for a long time, Ben finally waited for the doorman, "Sir, my lord went to visit a friend, and he was not at home." ”

Stupid was immediately angry, and this old man was too shameless. I waited for him for three days at the quartermaster's office, and he avoided him. I came to his house to look for him, and now I say that he is not at home.

Stupid didn't say anything more, and walked directly to the house in a flash. That man wants to stop stupid, but how can he stop stupid?

Stupid walked along the avenue in the house to the main courtyard. The man followed behind Ben, with a sad face, and persuaded Ben as he walked, "Sir, my master is indeed not here, please come another day." ”

"Sir, it's hard for me to do this kind of trespassing. The master knows that if I let you in, he will punish me. Sir, please go back first. ”

"Sir, I have failed in my duty by intruding in like this, and my work will be lost. Have mercy on me......"

Hearing Menzi say so pitiful, he didn't stop stupidly, "Don't worry, you can't stop me, your master won't punish you." Even if your master is there, he can't stop me. ”

When Menzi heard Ben say this, his face fell even more, and he seemed to be in a lower mood, and even stopped persuading.

Under a tree in the courtyard of the main courtyard, Ben saw Bartholomew drinking tea. He sat at the quartermaster and drank tea for three days, and Bartholomew drank tea in his patio for three days.

Thinking that although they are in different places, they are doing the same thing, I can't help but smile.

He suddenly thought this Bartholomew was very interesting.

Although Stupid had never seen Bartholomew before, he recognized him at a glance. Because, there is an aura in him that ordinary people do not have. Although he just sat there quietly, it still felt very majestic. This kind of momentum is not something that ordinary professionals can have. This is the unique momentum that belongs to the masters of the Holy Rank.

It can't be imitated, it can't be changed, it can't be ignored......

Now the stupid has to show his identity as a saint-level master to do something, so he didn't hide his cultivation anymore.

Bartholomew looked surprised when he saw Stupid. First of all, he sensed that the boy was not at all affected by his momentum: the boy walked towards him with a smile on his lips.

Although Bartholomew did not fully release his momentum, he was a saint-level master, and the momentum he naturally revealed was not something that ordinary people could bear. Ordinary people, and even ordinary professionals, would show panic, panic, and palpitations when they felt the momentum of the Holy Rank masters.

However, the teenager did not seem to be affected at all.

Seeing the young man walking towards him easily, Bartholomew suddenly felt that the smile on the corner of the young man's mouth was so dazzling, as if it had a little irony.

Then, Bartholomew felt the momentum of stupidity, although not as domineering and shocking as his momentum, but it should not be taken lightly. Such a momentum seems to be like a cloud, enveloping this teenager, making this teenager's appearance even more mysterious.

What surprised him even more was that he actually felt that the momentum on this young man's body did not seem to lose to his own momentum at all.

Could it be that this young man is also a saint-level master?

Bartholomew shook his head, looked back at his young and immature face, and felt a little suspicious in his heart.

From the moment he saw Bartholomew, Stupid stopped, looked at Bartholomew, and then he solemnly walked towards Bartholomew.

Bartholomew was even more alarmed, he felt it, and walked towards him solemnly as he clumsy. The momentum on Ben's body began to strengthen, and with every step he took, his momentum increased a little.

If, at the beginning, when he saw stupidity, the stupid momentum was like clouds, then now the stupid momentum is as strong as a rock. With each step of the stupid step, "knock, knock, knock" smashed to the ground, smashing on the momentum around him. The momentum of the Holy Rank Master on his body was like a wooden plank, smashed into a mess, and then fell to the ground.

He was finally convinced that this young man was really a Saint Rank master.

After confirming this matter, he suddenly remembered something, and then the expression on his face changed.

"It's Stupid Hill, right? The Empire's youngest Saint-Order master. Bartholomew asked.

Stupid nodded, "It's me." I'm here today to get supplies from the front. ”

"The old man is sick and has not been to work in the quartermaster department for the past few days. These things can only be done when the old man is cured. "Bartholomew naturally can't supply Ben so easily, although Ben is a saint-level master, although Ben's strength also makes him pay attention to it.

"Well, let's make a bet. If I can outwit you, you'll give me supplies. If I fall to you, I'll turn around and leave, and I won't need any more supplies. Said in a stupid voice.

When Bartholomew heard Ben say this, he immediately became angry, and Ben said this, naturally because Ben thought that he would definitely be able to defeat him.

"Of course, if you're sick and can't fight me, then I'll come back tomorrow. ”

Bartholomew's face was surprisingly flushed, "Even if the old man is sick, he has no problem dealing with your little doll." ”

Bartholomew was confident that he had stepped into the Holy Order for more than thirty years, and that he must be more aggressive and experienced than Stupid, and he was sure that he could deal with Stupid.

With a flash in his stupid hand, Yu Ming appeared in his hand, "Aren't you going to get your weapon?"

Stupid deliberately said such things to squeeze Bartholomew, and if Bartholomew didn't take a weapon, Stupid thought, basically he would have lost.

Because Saint-rank masters are not so easy to deal with, especially Saint-rank masters who have weapons. More importantly, if Bartholomew thinks very highly of himself, despises him because of his stupid age, and does not use weapons against stupidity. Stupid thinks he's just an arrogant martial artist, so there's nothing to worry about.

Who wants Bartholomew not to be stupid at all, "You wait, I'll go get the weapon." ”

It didn't take long for Bartholomew to appear in front of the stupid with his frost sword.

This Frost Sword is an enchanted weapon that followed Bartholomew for half of his life. It was he who became a saint and became famous, and specially asked the refining master to tailor it for him.

The Frost Sword has a bonus effect on Bartholomew's Ice Fighting Qi, allowing Bartholomew to better display his strength.

At this time, the disciple who had been beside him was already stunned, he didn't expect that Ben was actually a master of the same class as his master. He was affected by the momentum of Ben and Bartholomew, and he was already paralyzed on the ground.

Bartholomew looked at the door and said, "Go down first, there's no place for you here, go down and go about your business." ”

Hearing Bartholomew's words, the man hurriedly left the courtyard as if he had been pardoned.

Menzi is gone, there are no more idle people waiting here, Ben no longer has any restraints, and proudly released his momentum. These momentum were different from the cloud-like momentum at the beginning, and the momentum like a rock later, with overwhelming power, pressing on Bartholomew.

Bartholomew didn't expect Stupid to take the lead, he hurriedly sorted out his emotions, and also released his momentum, pressing towards Stupid's momentum.

The two forces collided in the air between the two. Both Ben and Bartholomuel heard a loud crash that shook their eardrums.

The two of them immediately felt that they did not have the upper hand at all. The momentum of the two of them collided, and it turned out to be evenly matched.

Bartholomew was more careful. He didn't expect that he had been in the Holy Rank for more than thirty years, and he couldn't deal with a child who had just entered the Holy Order.

Stupid showed a hint of a smile, he knew that this would be the effect, and he was not at all inferior to Bartholomew in terms of momentum.

Seeing the smile on his stupid face, Bartholomew suddenly became a little annoyed.

He held the Frost Sword in both hands and began to draw a line of arcane trajectories through the air.

The lines crisscrossed with a strong chill that seemed to freeze the air around them.

Gradually, Stupid seemed to think that he had reached Paris in winter, and there was snow and ice everywhere, and there was cold everywhere. These cold, these snow and ice covered the entire courtyard, making Ben feel a little warmer.

Gradually, Stupid felt like he was about to run out of breath. He felt that in such ice and snow, it seemed that he had lost the ability to move, and not only his body, but even his mind, seemed to be frozen stiff.

Such an old saint-level master is really not simple.