Chapter 65 Pursuit

"Yes, although my appearance is indeed a little special, I'm afraid of scaring you and being chased by a first-class magician with both magic and martial arts. It's really embarrassing."

Long Yongcheng said that he didn't care about the joking in Linghuo's words. A human-level ninth-class magic magician? The spirit fire was shocked. It's more than enough for such a strong man to single out two of them. In case he really chases Long Yongcheng to kill him...

"What, do you want to escape? If he really chases us, it's not our turn to gossip here, or, just in case, you'd better pack your bags quickly?

The change in the expression of Linghuo fell into Long Yongcheng's eyes. Long Yongcheng said something sarcastically. What Long Yongcheng is most disgusted about is that he thinks that he has a little power in the big family, has a little strength, and a little status, so he is invincible. It is right to look down on the weak, but the weak that Long Yongcheng despises have always been weak in spirit, not weak in strength or power. From the moment Long Yongcheng felt the sharp hostility of Linghuo to himself, he had been unpleasant to see Linghuo for a long time. Ling Na frowned slightly. Long Yongcheng said that he was the distinguished guest he brought. The distinguished guest he brought was so embarrassed by his family, and Ling Na was also a little unhappy.

In fact, Ling Na, the children of families like Linghuo, also didn't have much affection. Because they are elite children trained by the family, under the attention of the family, their status is not comparable to those ordinary disciples. Their identity also gives them the convenience of sticking to themselves like flies. They are also elite children. Some people choose to work hard to improve their strength to attract their attention, and those like spiritual fire are the former. Although Ling Na has never had that feeling, the children of Linghuo have become dboys in Ling Na's eyes.

And Linghuo was said by Long Yongcheng, but he couldn't answer for a moment. His face turned red. He finally came up with a sentence that could answer Long Yongcheng, and it seemed to be good, the afterglow of Linghuo caught a glimpse of Ling Na's slightly frowning eyebrows, and his heart was slightly restrained. If he continued to fight with Long Yongcheng again. Instead, he seemed to be pettish and snorted coldly and said nothing more.

"I want to meet my father, spiritual fire. Please give it to you on this battlefield."

"Miss, don't worry, with my spiritual fire here, even the Sky Empire can't go further!"

The spirit fire patted his chest and promised to make a promise.

"Well, that's the best. Long Yongcheng, come to my house with me.

"Well, it couldn't be better. If I stay here and meet that crazy ninth-class magician, I won't have to finish it. At least for now, it seems to be the safest to follow you."

Long Yongcheng said half-jokingly, but it slightly changed Linghuo's face. He could pat his chest in front of Ling Na, but in front of those who were really stronger than him, even if he had the courage to pat his chest and said that even the Yunxiao Empire could not go further, but It's your own strength that you can't do it at all. If you want to die, that's a good way to die quickly...

"Actually, I'm also in a hurry. How about it? Can I borrow the dragon whip?"

Ling Na suddenly showed a trace of coquettish little woman, but this action seemed to be too natural. Ling Na did not notice it, but Long Yongcheng also did not care, because in Long Yongcheng's eyes, she did not treat Ling Na as a mature opposite sex. From the beginning of Ling Na's appearance in her weak posture of being chased by the bright knight, Ling Na was like a sister in Long Yongcheng's heart. Although this kind of coquettish little woman's attitude was the first time, it also felt natural because Long Yongcheng's psychological treatment of Ling Na was different. Only a trace of fierceness flashed in the eyes of the spiritual fire and quickly disappeared.

"Let me send some soldiers to send you there. After all, you are waiting for a war now. You are too few and unsafe.

Spirit fire hurriedly interrupted at this time. Although Ling Na must walk with Long Yongcheng, she can't change it, of course she can't let Ling Na and Long Yongcheng sit on the monster and leave. Judging from the soldier's words, Long Yongcheng and Ling Na looked very ambiguous when they sat on the monster and came. And the monster's appearance has also been seen. Even if Long Yongcheng and Ling Na don't sit together because they are of the opposite sex, it is impossible for one to be at the head and the end. It is inherently annoying to think that Long Yongcheng and Ling Huo are sitting on the same animal.

"Because there is a war here, you need people more than me. Well, I don't need my guards for the time being, so I'll stay here to help. Besides, what's the effect of sending a few soldiers if he can't protect me well with his strength? Can't you, the captain of the thousand-team, accompany us in person? We went with you. Who will take your soldiers? Besides, flying higher is much safer.

Ling Na suppressed her disgust with spiritual fire and pretended to be a smiling face and said.

"Long Yongcheng, let's go."

Long Yongcheng understands, and Ling Na's disgust for the spiritual fire. Long Yongcheng also felt such a trace. For the intentional anger of people as spiritual fire, it was almost the same. Long Yongcheng did not want to spend a lot of his mood and energy on this meaningless thing. He raised his right hand and looked at the one on his arm. The tattoo-like white dragon pattern flashed and turned into a dragon. Looking at this method of making this monster appear, Linghuo was also slightly shocked. He has never seen such a method, and Long Yongcheng knows such a means. I don't know what kind of secret identity will be behind Long Yongcheng? The spiritual fire had a trace of fear in his heart.

However, watching Long Yongcheng and Ling Na ride away on the white monster together, although they are afraid that Long Yongcheng's strange means are as mysterious as those that may hurt Long Yongcheng's, his eyes are still flickering, but they don't know what to think about it.

"It's not good, it's not good, a team of thousands of people from the other side came!"

Just as Linghuo's eyes flashed and he didn't know what he was thinking, a soldier suddenly rushed over to report to Linghuo. At present, the Yunxiao Empire and the SeaCult Empire are basically in a state of scuffle, and there is no organization or regularity. Half of the border of the Sea cucumber Empire is bordered by the Mingyue Empire, while the other half is bordered by the Sky Empire. That is to say, it's like the Mingyue Empire and the Yunxiao Empire wrapped the sea cucumber empire in it. On the border between the sea cucumber empire and the sky empire, there are soldiers everywhere. No matter which breakthrough it is, it is considered a breakthrough. No one has considered focusing on a certain point in this terrain.

So there may be a battle at any time, and people at a certain point may not be fixed, and may change due to various reasons, so even the spiritual fire does not know who the other party is, and even the time for the spiritual fire to camp near here is not very long. Long. Linghuo just frowned and hurriedly took the soldiers over without thinking too much.

"Where's the boy?"

Not long after the spiritual fire took people to meet him, he saw a vast group of people coming. The leader was a magician wearing the clothes of the captain of the thousand-person team. The magician held a very strange-looking magic wand in his hand, which was slightly longer than the ordinary magic wand, and the whole body seemed to be made of some very strong material. Made, and, judging from the movement of the mage holding the staff, it is very powerful. Near the tip of the staff, there are four thin blades perpendicular to the staff, which look very sharp. At the tip of the staff, there is a hollow ball, which seems to be held up with a thin blade, and there is a spout in the ball. Golden beads with the smell of thunder and lightning.

Among the magicians of the Thunder series, among the magicians of the same level, in addition to the pervert who practiced other demons and martial arts, the Thunder magician is the strongest. And since he is the captain of the thousand-person team, he should at least be a ninth-class master. In some small empires, the captain of the thousand-person team is a master of the ninth level or even lower level. In this way, the sea cucumber empire is still a small empire with good strength. For a large empire like the Yunxiao Empire, the captain of the thousand-person team is at least a master of the ninth-class, and he is the peak master of the ninth class, and even some low-level masters.

When the two armies meet, they are the defenders, and the other party is the attacker, and they can't avoid it anyway. The magician's body is generally fragile. Even if it is the physical body of a third-class magician at the peak of the prefecture-level, it is just a fourth-class warrior. Since you can't avoid it, get close to the magician and kill him before the magician is powerful. No matter how powerful the magician is, once the warrior is close to him, even if it is lower than a few levels, it is dangerous.

When Linghuo saw that the magician still seemed to rely on his strength and did not pay attention to himself, it seemed that he was still waiting for the answer to the question he had just asked him. Linghuo sneered in his heart. Let you grow up, even if you are a master magician at the prefecture level, as long as you let me get close, it is not certain who will die and who will live. At that moment, the spiritual fire has flashed to the magician's side. The human level is nine, which is equivalent to the monk in the later stage of the fetus. In fact, the speed is also quite slow. As soon as he approached the magician, the spiritual fire did not hesitate to pull out his waist knife at a very fast speed and rowed up along the momentum of drawing the knife. If it was solid, half of the magician's body would be cut off by the spiritual fire.