The Emerald Tower

When Leto left, his face was gloomy.

On the other hand, Dikator's face was already gloomy, unchanged.

The manuscripts of "War of Wings" and "War of Darkness" were handed over to Dean by Long Lang with a smile.

After several times of identification, two kinds of fighting auras that were quite famous in Rirol were confirmed by Ryulang as true, among which Rik Weitan contributed a lot.

Therefore, Ryō Lang's attitude towards Rikweitan has slightly changed.

At least some options on the contract were relaxed, which made Rick Wei Tan a sigh of relief.

At the same time, he expressed concern about the departure of Reto and Dicatol.

"They will inevitably gather more people to come-with those secret medicines as bait, more people will join their alliance!"

"Don't worry, I look forward to that day!"

Long Lang said with a smile.

"Remember, help Dean find that lady!"

"Yes!"

Rick Weitan left, with the guards of Kaya City.

Also leaving was Jasmine. Although Long Lang expressed his retention, the other party still refused such retention without hesitation and returned to Kaya City.

Go and get your own reward.

Of course, Jasmine will also participate in the subsequent search mission.

It can be said that everything is going on as Ryurou expected.

Including Jasmine's regretful choice.

"We will have a buffer period of at least one week!"

Ryulang turned around, looked at Dean and Blanc and said.

"Well, has the power of Mobius faded?"

Dean nodded and asked Blanc.

"No, it's much longer than I thought. The power under Liz El's crown is the same-even if it is covered by natural power, it can't be eliminated in a short time. Moreover, after getting close to a certain distance, The breath of natural cover can't be sustained...In short, it is a very bad situation!"

Blanc shook his head.

"Not the worst. At least we still have a little hope!"

Dean said slowly.

"Yes, if the three of us work together, there is still a little hope-time difference!"

Ryulang immediately knew what his friend meant, and looked at Blanc who was puzzled. Immediately explain: "The spokesperson under the crown of Morthill is distributed in all planes of the entire star realm. They will inevitably have a difference between the front and back when they want to reach Rirol. Just seize the time difference and we will Can regain some disadvantages!"

"What if they arrive together?"

Bronk asked.

"Therefore, we have to increase the progress of searching for Her Royal Highness Ailu-running with Her Highness. That is our best choice!"

Ryurou shrugged his shoulders and said.

"Ok!"

Bronk has nothing to say.

For the druid who had just left the land of Origin for less than a week, everything in front of him was still so strange, even with the help of Dean and Ryulang.

Therefore, he is willing to listen to Dean and Ryulang's opinions.

Because, he knew that the two had no ill will towards him.

Not only the feeling, but also the notification of natural rhythm.

"The increase in strength is the best choice!"

Dean said his opinion on the sidelines.

"I'm not a genius like you, so we help you deal with trivial matters, and you can increase your strength wholeheartedly!"

Long Lang spread his hands.

As for the source and increase of his strength, Ryurou knew exactly what was going on.

Want to rely on short-term practice to increase. That is simply unrealistic.

Even long-term practice does not have much effect.

The bloodline brings incomparable strength, and also brings a layer of shackles.

Wanting to break through this shackle, Long Lang knew that he had a long, long way to go.

A similar situation exists in Bronk.

It's just that Bronk is bestowed by gods.

"The cultivation of fighting spirit requires good opponents-you can help!"

Dean smiled and raised the two secrets of fighting spirit in his hands.

"Okay! No problem!"

Ryulang happily agreed, and Blanc on the side did not object.

What druids hate is the killing that disrupts the balance of nature, but it definitely does not include martial arts competitions like competition.

However, Ryulang soon regretted his happily agreeing.

And Bronk also found that he seemed a little simpler in martial arts competitions.

...

Three days later. The Siluo Desert is a hundred kilometers away.

Ryulang walked cautiously in the desert, and the silk threads formed by the power of thought spread like a spider web in a range of nearly a hundred feet centered on him.

Even under the sand, Ryurou didn't let it go.

You know, three consecutive days of fighting. Ryulang has had enough of Dean's supernatural suffering!

He didn't know when Dean would jump out and give him a look.

If it was a real battle, he would have died dozens of times.

"Is the Zelgaon family's assassin skills so good?"

Long Lang thought subconsciously.

Within the Goddess family, in order to train the dead, some assassin skills are indispensable.

The true successor will also dabble in some of these techniques.

Dean is the patriarch of the Zelgaon family. Knowing some assassin skills is not a surprise to Ryurou at all.

However, Dean’s performance is not the so-called ‘understand’ at all, but the real master assassin!

The kind of advance that was completely undetectable, and the sudden appearance of the attack shocked Takarang, who claimed to have seen most of the skills in the shadows.

puff!

Ryulang recalled dozens of battles over the past three days, and suddenly his feet were soft.

not good!

Long Lang's face changed.

In the past three days, dozens of battles, apart from the most memorable way of fighting Dean's haunts, is the power of manipulating the earth in front of him.

It is not the endowment of blood, but only from the secret technique.

But it is more powerful than the general blood secret technique.

And, quietly.

The mind power spread like a spider's web changed in an instant, and Long Lang flew out in a way that completely violated the trajectory of his movement.

But at the moment Long Lang flew upside down, that piece of sand, like a mouth, suddenly opened a hole, swallowing more sand around it.

Escaped!

but. Ryulang is not easy.

Because there was a sense of crisis behind him.

Ryulang knew very well that Dean had already appeared when he contracted his mind. And made an attack preparation.

And in fact it is so!

Just as Ryulang pulled away and flew back, Dean appeared behind the opponent.

And punch out.

boom!

Sturdy, Dean hit Ryulang on the back with a punch.

Immediately, Long Lang staggered, his whole person grinning.

This is already Dean deliberately gathering power. Otherwise, even if Ryulang had a special physique, he would have to be smashed into a pool of minced meat.

"It hurts me so much!"

Ryurou said like this.

The whole person didn't have any attacking or defensive posture, so he turned around and looked at Dean.

The two sides are friends, and they learn from each other.

It is impossible to really do it, and Dean will naturally not pursue it.

As a matter of fact, the previous battles are only a stop.

It's like now, if it was before, Ryurou had already given up.

"What. Give up?"

Dean asked.

"I have lost dozens of times, and of course I have to win—you are not curious if Bronk is not there? You know this is a trap for you!"

Ryulang rolled his eyes.

"I thought it was a split tactic-you are the bait, and Bronk is the hunter!"

Dean said with a smile.

"Well, I can't argue that way! Bronk is indeed stronger than me, but I came up with the whole plan!"

Ryurou emphasized.

And with this accent, on Dean's coat, buds grew out, entwining Dean's arms and limbs.

At his feet. In the emerald green light, the sand turned into a peculiar land, and vines with the thickness of arms grew in a crazy manner.

As soon as he appeared, Dean's body was submerged.

"Won!"

Long Lang laughed.

As a point-to-point discussion. Such a result is enough to be a victory.

"No!"

Bronk, who came out of a huge flower of the vine plant, shook his head, and said, "The Hunter Vine did not catch Dean!"

"Did not catch Dean?"

Ryulang was startled and began to look around.

In the long desert, apart from the wind and sand, there is no one at all.

"It's over, he sneaked again!"

Ryulang couldn't help being discouraged.

Bronk also smiled bitterly.

For Druids. Never thought that fighting was necessary. Therefore, when facing Dean, although he had real'domain'-level strength, he was not as good as Ryulang in terms of real combat effectiveness. The previous dozen battles basically They were all'eliminated' out of the battle as soon as they came into contact with Dean.

In the Druid's mind, the fight is to face each other, you and me-at least in Origin, when facing the Mobius fanatics.

Therefore, the process of his battle with Dean was completely a process of subverting previous cognition.

Bronk never thought that fighting could be like this.

However, Bronk’s ‘growth’ is also obvious-

The bitter smile was still on Blanc's face, but it did not hinder Blanc's actions in the slightest.

Several seeds were thrown into the sky by Bronk.

These peculiar seeds do not need to be bred from the earth, they change when they only appear in the air.

They sprouted.

It's like a dandelion magnified more than ten times.

Then ~www.readwn.com~ a pop.

White filled the surroundings of Blanc and Ryulang, spinning in all directions.

But in the empty sky, a figure was looming.

First more~

I went to the community clinic in the morning, and the doctor said that it was decadent because it was on fire!

However, it has basically been stimulated!

Then, Decadent asked if I need to take medicine?

The doctor looked at Decadent and gave two generations of bezoar detoxification tablets-three yuan!

When I returned home, I took some medicine and slept with depression. I suddenly felt much better~~

Then, after thinking about the examination and diagnosis of the previous major hospitals, I feel so decadent and weak! (To be continued.)

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