"Good girl!" Liu Chen swallowed his throat and carefully played with the metal ball for a long time, then raised his head and sighed: "No wonder people often say that a good warlock can change the direction of a war, this thing is thrown into the pile of people, and he must not be blown up to cry dad and mother!"

"It's not an easy thing to make a vitality bomb, just like this one in the hands of the prince, I have been doing it for almost half a year, and I have long been preparing for the Polar Star Sea Chaos, bringing in four vitality bombs together, and one was used to kill the dog Rong beast, and now there are three!" Seeing that Liu Chen handed the vitality bomb back again, Uncle Ban shook his hand, took out another metal ball from his arms again and put it in Liu Chen's hand and chuckled: "These two will be given to the prince to play, I can keep one by my side, hehe, it is stronger in your hands than in my hands!"

After a few rests, the sky was slightly bright, and Liu Chen walked out of the cave with Uncle Ban Ziming, the snow creaked under his feet, and before he could go far, those footprints were directly buried by the flying wind and snow.

"After the death of the dog beast, have you picked up any merits?" Facing the strong wind, Liu Chen tightened the robe on his body, turned around and asked with a smile: "I don't know how many people that monster killed, so that my merit cards are about to burst brightly, and it is estimated that there are thousands of meritorious deeds!"

"Most of the merits have fallen on the prince, I stood far away, and I got some, but just these are scary enough!" Uncle Ban Ziming held the wooden stick, step by step, the warlock's body was weak, walking in this violent snowstorm, he seemed a little difficult, if it wasn't for Liu Chen always blocking the front, he would have been blown to the ground by the wind several times before, "Nima is a tuyere here, and the environment is too bad, when we cross this mountain, I have to have a good rest...... This snow is like falling knives, it hurts the body too much!"

"What is this!" Liu Chen grinned, and said nonchalantly: "I think when I went to the north, I stayed at the foot of the Barren Mountain for a few months, tsk, compared to the Linhai Snow Field in the Lonely Mountain, the wind and snow of these 100,000 mountains are simply drizzle!"

"I heard that the prince got a snow lotus there?"

"Yes......" At the mention of Snow Lotus, Liu Chen's expression suddenly felt a little gloomy, the death of the Cheng family of three was as close as it was in sight, and the past was vivid, and it was estimated that it was from that time that he really learned to stand up and resist fate.

"Heaven is impermanent, people's hearts are in turmoil, this is the inevitable law of historical development! Lord, you can't save the people of the world, what you can save is just yourself!" Everything in the town again, as the heir of Tianji Pavilion, Uncle Ban Ziming, naturally knows, Liu Chen lives there, grows there, and then kills there, if it weren't for the Bliss Holy Maiden who has been hiding around Liu Chen, our Canglan King would have died under the sword of the Ling Xue Sect Master at that time.

Liu Chen pretended to be worried, so he stopped talking, feeling the residual warmth of the black stone on his chest, and the fragments of those memories made his miss of Beigong Fu more urgent, and there were many doubts waiting for her to uncover, and I didn't know how she was doing in Gushan now, was she still reading a broken book every day......

"Wait...... Lonely Mountain!" Liu Chen muttered to himself, and then frowned slightly, after the incident of Fu Bao, Liu Chen knew that the legendary Protoss who hid in the Lonely Mountain did not completely disappear from people's field of vision, the God King went south again, and even the Xuan Clan in the Thousand Buddha Mountain was bought by them, not to mention the Spirit Clan who lived next to the Protoss in the Lonely Mountain!

Could Beigong Fu also be a member of the Protoss...... Liu Chen repeatedly recalled, from beginning to end, whenever the Protoss was mentioned, Beigong Fu's reaction was extremely violent, before the Luming Banquet, the two had just returned to Chang'an, and the troupe of Zhuque Street had made Beigong Fu unhappy when they performed the martial god breaking array music on the street...... The Xuan clan was born, the god king went down the mountain, and Beigong Fu returned to the north...... What secrets are hidden in all this?

Suppressing all kinds of emotions in his heart, Liu Chen's chest kept rising and falling, he couldn't believe that the girl in white under the weeping willow tree would have ulterior motives for him!

"What is the prince thinking?"

After crossing the mountain, the wind and snow were a little lighter, and Uncle Ban Ziming recovered some of his strength a little, so he walked to Liu Chen, whose face was uncertain, and said, "But what's on your mind?"

"The Xuan clan has taken refuge in the Protoss, do you think the Spirit Clan will ...... too?"

"Hehe!" As soon as Liu Chen spoke, Uncle Ban knew what he was thinking in his heart, shook his head with a wry smile, he took out some dried meat from his arms with his backhand and handed it to Liu Chen: "The Spirit Race was originally a subsidiary race of the God Race, and it has been like this for tens of thousands of years, but they are not good at fighting and do not like to fight, so no matter how incompatible the two races are between humans and gods, they will not hurt them, after all, their medical skills are unparalleled in the world......

Liu Chen chewed the jerky in his mouth carefully, squinted slightly and looked at Uncle Ban Ziming thoughtfully, for a long time, until Uncle Ban Ziming found a slightly sheltered place to sit down, Liu Chen heard him laugh again: "The mountain lord once said that Miss Beigong is the woman with the highest quality he has ever seen, if it weren't for the identity of the prince, ordinary men would not be worthy of her!"

"Oh?" Liu Chen shrunk his neck, his face puzzled, "I've never heard Beigong mention her past in the Spirit Clan......"

"Don't talk about the Spirit Clan, even His Majesty the God King, and he is also respectful to Miss Beigong!" Uncle Ban smacked his mouth, recalling the mountain lord's narration, he raised his eyebrows and said lightly: "The mountain lord also said that anyone in this world can harm the prince, except for Miss Beigong......"

"Yes!" Thinking back to the bits and pieces of the two together, Liu Chen couldn't help but secretly complain a few words more than himself, all along, whether it is in life or practice, it is Beigong Fu who is helping him, and I don't know what medicine he has taken recently, he is suspicious all day long, and even his daughter-in-law has begun to doubt.

It doesn't matter if the conspiracies and tricks come to block, and the water will cover it! The god king will go south when he goes south, and if he really has a battle with himself, then it is impossible to say who will win and who will lose! The ancestor of the human race can win the ancestor of the god race, and today, he can also win her!

"Lord Wang, what are you thinking again? This meat has fallen to the ground, what a waste!"

"Hey, I noticed why you've been so noisy lately!" Liu Chen kicked Uncle Ban Ziming's calf angrily, and was about to open his mouth to laugh and scold a few words, but he didn't think that Uncle Ban Ziming, who was originally hippie and smiling, suddenly turned his face sunk, and without waiting for Liu Chen's reaction, he reached out and covered Liu Chen's mouth and said, "Shh...... Someone!"

Under Liu Chen's gaze, Uncle Ban Ziming's eyes suddenly turned gray, and a cyclone continued to gush out of the gray, spinning and emitting a strange fluorescence...... This was a sign that he was taking over the body of the Listening Thunder Beast, and through the eyes of the Listening Thunder Beast, Uncle Ban Ziming gradually became short of breath, and muttered in his mouth: "One, two, three...... Seventeen, eighteen...... Twenty-four!"

When Uncle Ban Ziming returned to his original state, Liu Chen opened his palm and asked in a low voice, "There are twenty-four?"

"That's right!" Uncle Ban's face changed for a long time, and then he bowed his head lightly: "Twenty miles to the southwest, twenty-four, Sea Clan!" (To be continued.) )