Cloud crazy low stuffy hum knife fly back feeling shoulders filar silk stabbing pain looked at a third of the blood tank just stood in the snow.
Recalling the scene just now, the majestic silver sword curtain is like a series of thunder exploding in my mind.
"How can it be impossible? How can you cover the sky without a shield?" He muttered, his eyes full of trance and confusion.
"Cover the sky wall? I should call it the heavenly sword. Yes … What idiot told you that you must shield the sky wall?"
The mysterious black man drifted away with a free and easy smile
"What idiot told you to cover the sky with a shield?"
It’s still in my ears, and I’m looking at the black Se figure that is drifting away. It seems that I have a faint realization, but I can’t catch it.
It’s a pity that he was so shocked that he was in a trance that he didn’t see the black man hiding in his sleeve at the moment when the silver sword curtain disappeared, and that the swordsman shook his hand slightly.
It’s a pity that he didn’t hear the whispers of the black man who was far away. "The sky wall is indeed a shield."
"Yunkuang, I can use my sword. If you cut a door, can you see that the world belongs to you and you can rely on yourself?"
Cloud crazy gawk stood for a long time before he came to his senses. He looked at his hands as dark as ink, bent like a crescent moon, and whispered, "Create your own lighter."
"The night rain and wind cover the sky wall, and there is even more unrepeatable sunset snow in Qian Shan; Indra creates a powerful and overbearing interpretation of the magic sword; Garuda Qingcheng created a silent spell; Asura has a night demon lotus dance in the rain sleep; Even the little white rookie Tuoba evil is said to have created his own lighter … What should I create? "
(There is another watch at six o’clock in the evening)
Chapter six or seven Proactive attack
Before the war, the calm was like a lake, and the China area was no longer calm because a teenager was born.
Although no one knows that Yunkuang is a teenager under the age of ten, no one has ever heard of or seen such a person, as the black-robed man said, people’s curiosity about the unknown mystery has reached an all-time high. In the past two days, everyone has been scrambling to discuss the focus, and there is a shadow dancing Yunkuang.
Now this arrogant name has replaced all the hot topics of discussion. If you don’t stick to the name Cloud Crazy, you will really be despised as Altman.
Every guild or public or covert department in the three main cities has dispatched J and jīng British intelligence personnel, every appraisal office, auction house, and Ziyó u trading market. Every day, there are hundreds of spies hanging around in NPC places related to equipment, waiting for Yunkuang to identify or sell equipment.
What’s more, it directly appeals to the forum to solicit sincerity and appeals to the cloud crazy god to join the organization and seek common cause.
Of course, these guild bosses have a tacit understanding. There is no welfare condition, salary and treatment. This thing has to be discussed privately. Now it is easy to cause evil competition, but it is impossible to understand the temper of the cloud crazy god. If the cloud crazy god is the kind of person who treats money like dirt and indifferent to fame and fortune, wouldn’t the price tag be counterproductive?
However, the two most domineering female local tyrants in Datianchao refused to go along with this group of low-key soil turtles and directly made a vow.
The Qin family’s Big Daughter Mythological Association said implicitly that it hoped Yunkuang would become a member of Tianlong Department.
The heir to settle down, J Ο ng, always sings the promise that the five powerful leaders of Gold are for Yunkuang.
In Ye Feng’s mind, myth is the number one enemy in the field of gods, while J: ng Dance Gate is not to be underestimated as a potential enemy. Now, when I look at it one by one, both enemies have extended olive branches, and I immediately did not care about the cloud madman. After begging for help at night, I finally couldn’t hold back his thoughts after discussing the life problems.
"I feel a lot of pressure when you say that all major guilds are so sincere, or I will condescend to lower your price and send an invitation."
Luo Yunmeng looked at him with a frown on his little face in Ye jīng’s arms. "You are somehow rich now, less. Can you stop being so rude?"
"Ah, the elder brother was born without aristocratic temperament and said that the local tyrants really flattered me. Although I am rich, I am at best a rich terrapin … saying, would you like to marry a terrapin?"
"unwilling"
“……”
"But I will marry you."
……
Unconsciously, four days passed, and Yunkuang still didn’t bubble, but the discussion fever Hao still didn’t subside.
Everyone has shown amazing patience in this regard. The Great God usually likes to nest in the remote mountains and forests without bubbling. Everyone can’t help it, but it’s obvious that the pace of practice will come out sooner or later after the cloud is tossed around.
And Ye Feng’s heart is warm but slowly cold, just like taking a rain sleep, saying that nowadays the gods are masters like dogs, and it is good to attract cloud crazy. Although it can’t make the gods even more powerful, there are always flowers, and even if they can’t attract them, it’s no big deal. There are no more without him.
So these days, Ye Feng devoted himself to territorial preparations.
Find the right method in terms of relics, such as Luo Yunmeng and Silent Lion. It is not difficult to deal with those mecha. Ye Feng directly withdrew from the famine activities and waited for the last relic boss to play soy sauce again.
However, the scale of the ruins building far exceeds that of Ye Feng. It is estimated that the huge circular hall is only the first floor of the ruins. Now the top barren group led by the goddess Luo has reached the second floor.
The scale of the second floor is only slightly smaller than that of the first floor, which has been half deserted. I don’t know if there are any third and fourth floors. If we build a dozen floors like the Phoenix Nest, it is impossible to finish the famine before the National War.