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Not only did my injuries recover, but my vitality also briefly reached the level of an eighth-level warlock! Of course, this was the vitality that the middle-aged man in white gave me, saying that I was going to be his apprentice for the time being, and let me participate in a competition with the disciples of the Hell-Ferratizing Sect. He also made me wear a white shirt, white pants and a white hat that he took out of nowhere, making me look like him. My clothes were already burned by the fireball that fell from the sky before, and it was a good move.

Stepping on the snow, the sun is blazing in the sky. But the snow on the ground did not melt, and not only did it not melt, but it showed signs of condensation into ice. What a weird climate!

Standing on the snow, he seemed to be waiting for someone. It should be waiting for his disciples, and also waiting for the disciples of the Ferris Sect who made my heart a little apprehensive.

Half an hour passed, and four figures galloped in front of them. After a while, they all came to my eyes, and I fixed my eyes on three men and one woman. All dressed in tight-fitting white clothes and white hats.

"Master!" they all glanced at me, and then bowed to the middle-aged man in white and shouted in unison.

"What about her, is her body disposed of on the spot?" said the middle-aged man in white to the four of them, his tone as cold as if he were talking to me.

"Go back to the master, it's done. The woman with a face as cold as an ice that could not be dissolved for thousands of years replied. The sound is crisp and clean, without any muddy water. Looking at the other three young men, they all looked cold. No wonder, if there is a teacher, there must be a disciple!

But the cold woman's face was really good-looking, and I looked at it twice.

Before, I asked the middle-aged man in white for some short swords, and I said that my short sword was lost on the way, and I needed a short sword to show my strength in the competition. Then he took a deep look at me, stretched out his hand, held a wooden arrow in his hand, closed his hand, the wooden arrow suddenly "snapped" several times, turned into sawdust, and then said coldly: "Don't think about anything, since I, Huang, promised you that as long as you persist in the competition for a quarter of an hour, I will let you go, and I will never break my word." But if you dare to play any tricks before that, hehe......"

But he still gave me a few short blades that glowed with cold light and slightly curved at the end! With this seemingly sharp short blade, my confidence was greatly increased, and it was no problem to try or something.

When they came, they fell silent after simply saying these two lines of dialogue.

There were six people on the snow, six of them motionless, three of them were closing their eyes to recuperate, and two were looking at the endless snowfields in the west. The last one, I, was in the middle of a rambling thought. No, it's not cranky, it's thinking about how to retreat peacefully in this dispute!

This middle-aged man in white, I dare not believe him. No, it's not just that I can't believe him, I'm almost everyone, I can't believe it, because I can't afford to be deceived.

In everything, you must keep a mind and prepare the way back in case you need it. The vitality of the eighth-level warlock in my body can only last for four hours, and after this time, I will be beaten back to the prototype, and at that time, it is estimated that it will be my death. So, I had to show up on the way to escape before the Rank 8 Warlock-level vitality on my body dissipated!

With the vitality of an eighth-level warlock, I can barely run in the air with the light body technique! Eight steps of extreme speed, it is estimated that I can also perform the seventh step! That is one step thirty meters away! If you add the amplitude of the light body technique, hehe......

All I needed was an opportunity, a chance to grab everyone's attention. At that time, when I am fighting with the disciples of the Ferris sect, how will I be able to preserve most of my vitality and still be able to hold on for a quarter of an hour? Am I going to create that opportunity to attract everyone's attention before the competition? How can I create it?

I'm just thinking about a plan to escape.

About half an hour later, the scorching sun was already in the sky, and the heat was pressing. Sure enough, a group of people appeared in the west, one moment they saw it far away, and the next moment they were near, getting closer and closer. Looking at these people who are getting closer and closer, my heart suddenly beats faster. Life or death, it depends on whether my vision can be realized in reality......

I took four deep breaths to suppress the tension in my heart. With a calm face, he looked at the middle-aged man in white who suddenly looked at me, and his eyes did not stay, but turned his head to meet the group of people who appeared from the west.

There were thirteen of them, all dressed in white clothes and white trousers, but they had no hats, but their hair was silver!

Thirteen, silver-haired men.

"Don't brother, don't come to harm!" said the middle-aged man in white, putting his hand on the shoulder of one of the thirteen thin-lipped people. Between his expressions and tones, he was still indifferent. I could see that his indifference was not directed at someone, but had become a habit.

"Brother Huang, too, too!" The other surname with thin lips was also indifferent to his expression.

This picture, as you can imagine, is a bit comical. The two indifferent people were greeting each other, and the words they said were originally hot, but they also made people feel cold. Although the earth is full of snow now, it should be cold. Although there is a scorching sun hanging in the air.

"Are they all here?" asked the middle-aged man in white.

The person with thin lips is also a middle-aged man, his small eyes narrowed, and he said, "It's almost." ”

"Let's get started. The middle-aged man in white said indifferently.

"Wouldn't it be nice to be in a hurry first, to pick out the words first, and then to act?" The middle-aged man with thin lips and small eyes pulled the silver hair in front of his forehead, trying to pull out a smile, but he didn't succeed.

"What else are you talking about? Your Ferris Sect has won, you will get six in the Thousand Medicine Garden, and we will get three in the Heavenly Sect, and one will be scattered to cultivate. And vice versa. The hand of the middle-aged man in white was still on the shoulder of the middle-aged man with thin lips and small eyes.

"But, Lanyunmen, they also want to get a piece of the pie, they sent someone to find the elders in our sect yesterday, after a night of secret talks, our elders also discussed with the high-level of your Heaven Knocking Sect, why haven't you received the news?"

The thin-lipped middle-aged man took a step back and retracted the white-clothed middle-aged man's hand on his shoulder, with some vigilance and suspicion in his expression.

I stood behind the middle-aged man in white, and naturally I couldn't see his expression. But his hand stayed in the air for a second, then drooped, and he also took a step back, saying, "What does this mean, I didn't receive a notice from the sect." ”

The atmosphere was suddenly a little embarrassing, the thin-lipped silver-haired middle-aged man still had a cold face, his thin lips were slightly open, his small eyes became narrower and narrower, and he said, "Then, wait a minute!"

I turned my head to look at the four apprentices of the middle-aged man in white, all of them were expressionless, but the narrow eyes of the ice-faced beauty touched my eyes, and I quickly turned away. I felt as if she were looking at a dead man with her beautiful eyes. I fought a cold war.

People on both sides stood quietly on the snow. The sun in the sky became brighter and brighter. The soft snow under his feet became harder and harder, as if it was really about to turn into ice! Silence is the voice of the world.

This quietness makes me feel so dull and oppressive. It's like the calm before the storm!