It was none other than Yan Qing, and I saw him standing in the middle of the field with a gun.

When Lin Peng was feeling strange, Na Yanqing changed the previous routine of not speaking and directly started fighting, and spoke.

"Brother Peng, why are you?" asked Yan Qing suspiciously.

This is what Lin Peng thinks is even more strange? This Yanqing? really? Fake? What are you doing? Fighting? Not fighting?

Lin Peng asked tentatively, "...... Who are you?"

That Yan Qing hurriedly replied: "I, Yan Qing, the tower we entered together, we forgot about my brother after a while?"

Lin Peng still didn't move, his thoughts were racing. From the first time he saw Yan Qing to the fact that they had been together for more than a year, from the instructions of the Yan Dragon King and Bai Lang yesterday to every detail he could think of these days.

"What's wrong?" he still wondered.

That Yan Qing spoke again, and he said, "Brother Peng, have you forgotten what your father told us? Have you forgotten that we are going to go down together? I know you have doubts, and so am I. If you still don't believe me, I'll be waiting for you on the next floor. So saying, he turned and walked up the stone steps to the upper floor.

I didn't make a move, I went to the next layer? How much do I think about it? This layer is Yanqing, and the next layer is white ink?

Thinking of this, Lin Peng turned around and went up to the nineteenth floor.

As expected, sure enough, Bai Mo and Yan Qing stood together.

Bai Mo came first, and he said, "What's the matter? Do you want to kill each other in the end?"

Lin Peng didn't speak, he walked to the glazed stone steps and took a look, a black fog blocked the entrance of the last layer, and it was impassable. Then it is said that only by passing these nineteen layers can you go to the last layer, that is to say, these nineteen layers are a test.

He thought of the words of the Yanlong King, the three of them were a whole, one was lost, and the other was prosperous. At this moment, he suddenly understood something, these two layers, the test was not which of the three of them was better, but the test of his heart.

So he looked at Yan Qing and Bai Mo in front of him again, and this time the two people in his eyes were full of loopholes. Lin Peng knew that they had always been fake, but in his heart, the two of them were the people he trusted the most.

Lin Peng felt that the Xuan Qi would disappear immediately, he thought about it, stopped the operation of the dantian, and pressed the only remaining bit of Xuan Qi back into the dantian.

He carried a gun and rushed towards Yan Qing and Bai Lang.

The two saw that Lin Peng didn't spare his hand, so they picked up the gun.

Bai Mo attacked head-on, while Yan Qing chose to attack from the left. At the moment when the two spears stabbed, Lin Peng pulled the gun back, only to see the gun quickly return to his side along his half-clasped hand.

At this moment, Lin Peng closed his eyes and let the guns of the two stab him.

Suddenly, a sharp pain came, and Lin Peng opened his eyes, only to see that the two guns had pierced into his body. One in the chest and one in the left ribs, piercing at the same time and piercing his body at the same time.

That Bai Mo and Yan Qing dodged at the same time, went around to the head of the gun, held the head of the gun and pulled it, and the two guns returned to the hands of the two with Lin Peng's blood.

Lin Peng saw blood splattered from the four wounds, and he also fell forward at that moment and passed out.

At some point, he suddenly woke up, and when he thought of something, he touched it up and down. No injuries?What's going on?He looked at the glazed stone steps leading to the last layer in confusion, and the black mist had disappeared. Disappeared? That means he passed the test of the nineteenth layer.

Lin Peng got up from the ground, patted the dust on his body, picked up the gun on the ground and walked to the last layer.

As soon as he stepped up the last stone staircase, he felt a gust of wind sweeping towards him, and he instinctively held his gun to block it. I saw a black shadow flashing and standing in the middle of the field.

Lin Peng glanced at it and was stunned again. Because the person holding a silver and black gun was "Lingyun", and the black flame of the Lingyun spear exploded. On the man's right shoulder, a little white guy sat with a silver spear on his back, and when he turned around, two familiar faces appeared. The little white guy is white ink, and that person is himself, a slightly mature self.

Lin Peng had a big mouth in surprise, what kind of operation, did you beat yourself, did you want to fight, did you beat it?

He raised his hand a little embarrassed and greeted the man: "Hi, you...... Hello...... Hello. ”

The man didn't say anything, just looked at him sharply and sat down. At this time, a loud dragon roar came out from "Lingyun", and I saw a black flame dragon roaring out, surrounded by black flames. He circled around the man's head and turned into a human form, sitting in the air on the man's right hand, the clouds lying above his legs. Yan Qing is Yan Qing, but it is an adult Yan Qing. His face has faded from immaturity, and only his heroic spirit remains.

Lin Peng was already so surprised that he wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say, he felt that at this moment he was like a fool who had never seen the world. Is this last level going to be so big?

At this time, Bai Mo, who was carrying a silver spear, got up, and in just a moment, he arrived at Lin Peng's side. I saw that his figure had become the same as that person, and his eyes were also extremely sharp, only his ears were a little abrupt, which were sharper than Bai Lang's ears. It's just that this footwork seems to be a little too fast.

Lin Peng suddenly felt abnormal pain in his abdomen, as if he had been hit hard. He looked down and saw a gun hole in his abdomen, bleeding out.

The white ink turned around and touched the wound a little. Lin Peng only felt that the wound was recovering at an accelerated pace, and he looked at the white ink with strange eyes.

The white ink was still expressionless, and only said lightly: "Look at it." With that, I saw him use a move, but the speed was a little slow.

Lin Peng knew the intention of the white ink, so he carefully watched every action.

The white ink was only shown once, and then stopped. He bent his fingers a little, and a sixteen-character internal strength method appeared in Lin Peng's mind.

"Wind footwork, practice well. As he spoke, a colorful light flashed, and the white ink turned into a small shape and sat on the man's shoulder.

I saw that the man got up and turned around, and the Yan Qing also disappeared with a dragon groan. The man picked up the Lingyun covered with violent black flames in his left hand, raised his right hand, and swung it. It was gone in an instant.