Chapter 149 Ling Yan?

Just as Ling Wei thought that he had subdued it and wanted to ask what was going on, the strange man stared at the former with a strange smile and turned into a strange green smoke and escaped from the cracks in the rocks behind the wall.

"Hight!" It was not easy to catch it. Ling Li was not willing to let it escape, regardless of whether the guy was a human or a ghost. He shouted and chased after him. Unexpectedly, as soon as the forefoot stepped out, the rock-solid granite ground suddenly sank, revealing a bottomless dark hole. Ling Li, who was unprepared, only felt that his feet were empty and fell straight down. Fortunately, the iron sword had come out of its sheath at this time, and Ling Li did not panic in the darkness where he could not see his fingers, allowing the feeling of weightlessness to run through his whole body. He held the sword in his left hand and stabbed forward fiercely, piercing out shining sparks.

Fee that the speed of falling was significantly slower, and Ling Wei was overjoyed. After a while, Ling Hui's anxious voice came from above. Brother. Are you all right?"

"I'm fine..." Ling Li's feet finally touched the cold ground, and his heart was much more secure. Although he was not injured, it was dark in front of him, and he didn't know what to do. Or he would find a way to go up first.

Ling's mind had just had this idea, and the iron sword in his hand flashed blue again, and the scene in front of him suddenly became bright. Ling Li is now in a dry well, with an area of less than five square meters, because the humidity here, which has been underground for many years, is also a cold wall made of granite, scattering a faint light under the light of the faint blue light. If that's the only case, then what Ling Wei has to do now is to find a way to climb out quickly.

Where the blue light shines, a sword-shaped stone trough caught his attention.

"Ling, how did you come up?" Qin Si poked her head and asked.

"Wait a minute..." There was an echo from the bottom of the well.

This should be an organ. I don't know what it is for? Ling Yu stretched out his hand and carefully touched the outline of the stone groove, huh? It seems to match the iron sword in your hand! Thinking of a series of strange movements of the iron sword during this period, Ling's heart became eager. God help me, this iron sword must be the key to open the treasure. Wait, let me guess what's in it first?

A lot of gold coins? I'm not interested. If I sell all the magic crystals I got in this month and exchange them for gold, I guess I can pile them into a small golden mountain.

So many magic crystals? It doesn't seem to be useful if there are too many magic crystals, and it's not good. However, it can make you more sure to get the top ten. Well, if it's a magic crystal, then reluctantly accept it.

Many fairies who have been imprisoned for many years and are waiting for me to rescue? Well, this ** seems to be a little bigger.

Ling Li found that he was a little evil. While fantasizing about the treasure he was about to get, he put it into the stone trough with an iron sword.

"Brother, are you ready?" Ling Li looked up and saw three girls lying at the mouth of the cave to visit inside.

"Wait a minute...ah!" The first two words were still full of excitement and joy, but behind them was a humiliating scream. As soon as the iron sword was stuffed into the stone trough, Ling's feet fell empty again. After falling nearly ten meters, there was a "plop", which was the sound of his buttocks landing. Of course, this is not enough to make Ling Li so frustrated. The key is that the iron sword, which was clearly stuffed into the stone trough, slipped out of it completely in violation of the law of gravity.

The iron sword emitting a faint blue light draws a beautiful circle in the air. It seemed to retaliate against Ling Li's previous shameless YY, and finally nailed it to the ground together with the crotch cloth of Ling Li's swordsman's robe. Although he didn't hurt the key, he broke out in a cold sweat. Ling Li can even imagine how his hair has been cut off.

Ling Li calmed down and put away his mind and no longer fantasized. He raised his head and finally saw the things in front of him through the faint light of the iron sword. This is actually an underground palace. Even if he was psychologically prepared, he was also shocked by the scene in front of him.

This hall under the ground is supported by only four stone pillars that ten people can barely embrace. The stone pillar is about 30 meters high, and the walls around the hall are made of the hardest rock Nosi rock in the blue-gray continent. The whole hall is integrated and there is no place of incongruity. In the middle of the hall, facing the "exit" of Ling Li is a golden dragon chair. What surprised Ling Li was not the material of the chair but the appearance of the golden dragon crawling on the chair.

This is not the image of the world dragon that Ling Li knows - with a pair of disgusting and ugly wings, with a bloated figure, a big belly, and he often breathes out to those who are angry with it. It is more like the symbol of the famous clan before he crossed, the Oriental Dragon!

The two claws on the chest of the four-clawed golden dragon leaned forward, just as the armrest part of the chair.

"Here you are!" A wisp of golden light floated from the dragon chair and gathered into a human figure. The light tone, not angry and arrogant, made Ling Wei couldn't help thinking about the dream that had been bothering him.

"You shouldn't have come." Ling Wei didn't say a word. He tried to stare at the strange light man. What surprised him was that when the man said this, a flash of a succeeding smile appeared on his face. The fleeting smile was caught by Ling Wei.

"You bastard, you want to kill me." Ling Li was furious. The blue light flashed in his hand, and he raised the broken sword and stabbed the person on the dragon chair. Looking at Ling's angry blow, he did not hide.

A strange scene appeared. The iron sword suddenly stood still when it was about to touch him. No matter how hard Ling Li is, he can't make any progress.

"I've been waiting for a long time on this day!" The man's face showed grief, and then laughed and said, "You finally brought it to me."

At this time, Qin Si magician Bing came down from the mouth of the well one by one with the help of Ling Hui.

"Who are you? Did you lead me here?" Ling Li twisted a word "three" on his forehead. The guy in front of him is inhuman, and he or it is more like an ethereal soul. It's just that this soul is golden.

"It's okay to tell you, but don't be scared." In an instant, the golden light was great and the dazzling light made Ling Li couldn't help raising his hand to block it. The strange golden man suddenly turned into a streamer and fell into Ling's broken sword.

Ling Li's body was stunned, and then a white-robed man with a figure and appearance similar to Ling Wei appeared in front of him out of thin air. The iron sword in his hand broke away from himself and finally stood firmly in front of the man.

"I didn't expect a new reincarnation so soon." When the man reached out and held the iron sword, a stronger blue light came out of it. Old friend, I haven't seen you for a long time. The man brushed the sword body lovingly, and a shocking scene appeared. The rust wrapped in the broken sword slowly peeled off under his gentle touch, revealing the silver-white shining sword body for a moment.

On the silver sword, near the hilt, there is a word "broken"! But that font is not the text of this continent. No words can aply express Ling Li's shock at this moment. His dark eyes stared at the "broken" word on the hilt of the sword.

The word "broken" is not the text of this continent, but from that world, the world that Ling Li crossed. He vaguely remembered that this square font was called "Chinese characters".

"I think it's tattered, but the name is very appropriate." Suddenly, a scene appeared in the Youle Island Magic Guild, and the family named the broken sword together! Huier has known for a long time that Ling Li's heart could not calm down for a long time.

The man's next sentence was more like a blockbuster bomb in Ling's ear.

"The name is just a symbol. If you insist on me to come up with one, call me Ling Yan." The elegant man held the iron sword behind him and gently stroked the wide white sleeves.

"Ling Yan?! Do you think you are the thirteen saints, the first president of the Bowen College, Ling Yan?

"Hehe, yes, it's not. Don't get excited. Come on, sit down. For many years, I finally saw human beings again. The man smiled faintly.

Looking at the man's kind appearance, Ling Li also sat down suspiciously on the stone chair on the side of the hall according to his instructions. Ling Hui and several women thought about standing behind Ling Wei.

"Are you really Ling Yan?" Ling Li still dares not see each other (first published by Zongheng Chinese Network) and the sword saint, one of the leaders who resisted the invasion of foreigners for 2,000 years, stood in front of him.

"Eh. In fact, I'm not the swordsman you mean. The man in white robe sighed, stretched out his hand and stroked the silver sword, "I'm just a part of it."

"Then what's your relationship with Ling Yan? How could you pretend to be him?"

"Little guy, don't worry, I'll tell you slowly." The man in white robe said, "I'm not a human. It's a broken sword soul. It's the sword soul of this sword. Speaking of this, the man in white robe paused and let Ling and others slowly digest his information.

"And my master, oh, to be precise, my former master is Ling Yan!"

"Why the ex? Is Ling Yan still alive? Ling Dao.

"If you didn't come, I'd rather believe that he is still alive..." The man in white robe had a sad look on his face.

"You said he was dead, right? What happened when the school was built for a hundred years? The magician took the lead in the ice. Ling Yan, after the Fourth War of Gods and Demons, as the peak of the holy level and has skills, he can even steadily join hands with any three other holy level peaks.

"This is a long story. Let me think about it." When the man in white robe spoke, he intentionally or unintentionally glanced at the three women standing behind Ling Wei, and finally fell on Ling Hui.

"You remind me of a person." The soul of the sword said to Ling Hui, and Ling Hui's delicate body was shocked, and there was a faint murder in his eyes.

"Who is it?" Ling Wei asked strangely. He also wants to know more about his mysterious sister.

There was a trace of imperceptible fear in the sword soul's smiling eyes, and then said faintly, "Holy Demon Ling'an!" Hearing the sword soul say Ling An, Ling Hui breathed a sigh of relief, and the murder on her face quietly dissipated.

"What is the relationship between Ling An and Ling Yan? Why are they all surnamed Ling? The priest girl put her little hand on Ling Li's shoulder and asked.

The sword soul moved a pair of kind eyes back and forth on Ling Hui and smiled leisurely and said, "They are brothers and sisters."