Chapter 151 The Teacher of Spark
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"Yes, my master and I have a good heart, and I felt it when he fell. But for so many years, I have been deceiving myself and waiting for him to come back, waiting for you, my new master Ling Wei and this sealed broken sword.
"Youledong, and Youledong, what is the deep sea of Youle? Even the strong emperor will fall?" Ling Yu shouted angrily, and there was an uproar in his heart. A few months ago, Sanmonino told him not to think about the deep sea. It seemed that he was indeed thinking about Ling Wei. His father also had an accident in the East China Sea of Youle, and even the strong emperor could not survive. So what about Ling Mao, whose strength had not yet broken through the holy level?
Ling didn't dare to imagine. If Ling Mao really disappears in the East China Sea, the possibility of survival is very slim.
Ling Li, who originally got the inheritance of the emperor Ling Yan and the clue of the iron sword, was particularly good, but now he is a little depressed.
"Oh, okay, new master. I don't know what the bucket man said to Master Ling Yan later. Since you have seen him, I guess that one day he will come to tell you the same thing as Master Ling Yan, and then it will come out. Now, let's find a way to improve your strength. Compared with Master Ling Yan, you are too weak now. Two consecutive "too weak" look like steel.
"..." Don't repeat the same thing twice, Ling Wei said depressedly.
"Ling Yanjue Bowen College has it, isn't it an inheritance?" Ling Li had the sharpness of the sword soul. This guy was so arrogant that he repeatedly said that his master was weak.
"Oh, master, you are wrong. The skill of Bowen College is not the real Ling Yan formula. That's just the introductory part of Ling Yan's formula deliberately left by Ling Yan's master. However, for this continent, which lacks skills, it is still priceless. In fact, Ling Yan's secret is not called Ling Yan's secret, it is a skill that comes with breaking the sword. Later, Ling Yan, who broke through to the imperial level, said that Ling Yan's secret was also an incomplete skill. This is also the reason why he tried his best to break the other two seals. He guessed that the rest of this skill was also in the broken sword, just like he integrated his consciousness into the sword domain and got Ling Yan's secret.
Ling Li is dumb and can practice to the realm of the emperor by relying on incomplete skills. What if he gets complete skills? Unimaginable!
The sword soul opened its mouth, suddenly looked stagnant, and then turned into a golden light and fell into the broken sword. Today is a magical day, and someone came here again. The blue light of the iron sword flashed gently, and the sound of the sword soul appeared in Ling's mind.
"Brother, someone is here." Before Ling Li opened his mouth, the little hand on Ling Li's shoulder couldn't help pinching him.
"Oh, oh, oh." At this time, there was a strange cry from Little King Kong.
"Go out and have a look." Ling Wei inserted the broken sword, which turned silver and white, into the scabbard and held it in the palm of his hand.
"But how are we going out?" Qin Si asked.
"Look at me." Ling Hui volunteered. She pulled Qin Si and the magician Bing to the "exit" of the hall and said to Ling Li, "Brother, come and help me."
Across the clothes, Ling Xun pressed her sister's soft shoulder and immediately smelled a girl's unique fragrance. Ling Wei took a breath and said, "Yes. Well, thank you for your hard work.
Ling Hui squeezed her little mouth and smiled sweetly: "Brother, you are so polite. Hold on to it."
Ling Hui's slender legs bent under her skirt, and the sacred power emerged from the meridians. Ling Wei only felt a great force coming from his hand, and then his body was taken up by it.
"Ah." Hearing Qin Si's exclaim, his eyes suddenly lit up, making Ling Li, who had been underground for a period of time, couldn't help narrowing his eyes.
"Successful landing." Ling Hui let go of the two women's hands and patted Ling Li, who was still holding her shoulder desperately. Ling Li then opened his eyes and reluctantly let go of his hand.
At this time, the silver-white and hairy little King Kong stood warily in the rocks in the distance and confronted outsiders. He kept thinking, "Oh." It stretched out its strong arm to the person and pointed to him, meaning to tell them to take a detour.
A young man and an old man are both wearing magic robes, because they are too far away, and Ling Li can't see their appearance clearly.
"Little monkey, don't block my way." The old magician held a walnut stick that was only a little taller than him, with white hair over his shoulders, his temples were like frost, and even his eyebrows and beard were silvery. At such an old age, the back is straight and quite temperamental.
"Oh, oh, oh." Hearing that someone called him a little monkey, King Kong's eyes showed fierce light and slapped his hard iron chest angrily. As a two-meter tall, it is not small.
"The owner behind this little monkey. I don't mean to offend you. Please come and take it back." The old magician politely arched his hands to the four people who were still standing above the hall. The young magician around him also followed the old man and turned his eyes.
"Little boy, come back." Ling Hui waved her hand gently, and the little King Kong was immediately discouraged. He glared at the magician who called himself the "little monkey" and ran quickly to Ling Hui.
It is rumored that few people haunt the lost forest. When they met unexpectedly, both sides felt a little surprised and were quite friendly to each other, so they couldn't help but gradually get closer.
When the two magicians approached the range of ten feet, Ling Wei suddenly felt that the young magician was a little familiar. From his walking posture or the overall figure, he seemed to have known each other.
"Ling Ling!" The young magician shouted in surprise. He never thought that he could meet his former symbiotic friend in the lost forest, and his thin and cold face was filled with excitement.
"Starfire, it's you. What a coincidence." Ling Wei was more surprised than the spark. This cool guy said that he didn't contact everyone after going to the teacher. At the age of 20, he didn't even come to take the entrance examination of Bowen College. He actually appeared here.
Ling Li carefully looked at the old magician around the spark. The chest of the green magic robe was also a badge with a flame pattern, but the color of the badge was golden.
"Are you the teacher of Spark?" Ling Wei asked with both hands.
The old magician was also looking at Ling Li. He twisted his white beard and smiled kindly at the old swordsman in front of him.
"HELLO, TEACHER."
"Good teacher." Since she is the teacher of an acquaintance, the girls also greet the old magician happily.
"Hello." Even the cold magician Bing bowed slightly and politely greeted the old man.
The satisfied eyes of the kind-looking old magician passed the young man and girl in front of him and was in a very good mood. However, when he saw Ling Hui's appearance clearly, although his face did not change, his heart skipped.
"Who is this?" The old magician turned his head slightly and looked at the spark.
"Hello, grandpa, my name is Ling Hui." Ling Hui held the white skirt and said politely.
Introduce each other, because the old magician is older, and it is difficult for everyone to ask his name directly. The old magician in the green robe twisted his beard and smiled, "Call me Lao La. That's what my apprentice calls me."
Hearing the old magician say this, Xinghuo blushed and was a little embarrassed.
"Old? What is this called? OK, so cute." Qin Si's mischievous words made everyone laugh.
"Old...older, how can you get lost in the deep forest?" Ling Li originally wanted to call Lao La, but he felt that it was not big or small, so he changed his words.
La La smiled and said, "I'm really sorry that I haven't had time to teach this apprentice. This time, I specially brought him here to practice and explore the way. How about you?
Ling said, "We are students of Bowen College. When we practiced in the Holy Land, we came here unconsciously."
Unconsciously? I think he just doesn't want to tell me about this old man. Haha." Lao La smiled cheerfully and didn't care about Ling Yu's words. He said, "This apprentice and I are going to walk in the depths of the lost forest. Do you want to go together?"
Hearing the old man say that he was lost in the depths of the forest, Ling Yu was eager to try. As he has just won the inheritance of Sword Emperor Ling Yan, he really wants to break into this unknown forest. But in a few days, the magic array in the space jade is about to open. If several people have not returned to the Holy Land, they don't know how to leave this forest. I'm a little hesitant now. What he is most worried about is Qin Si. What should she do if she encounters danger again and can't escape through the space Yujian?
While Ling Wei was hesitating, Ling Hui came up and took his arm. Ling Hui gently scratched a fork in the palm of Ling Wei's hand with her slender fingers. No one noticed this slight movement. How can ordinary people understand the tacit understanding cultivated by the brothers and sisters who grew up together? Although Ling Li is puzzled, he knows that his sister must be for his own good, and now he has a plan.
"Ha, little guys, have you thought about it?"
Ling Li refused: "Senior, the younger generation may not have such a blessing to walk with you. I have been in the sanctuary of Bowen College for nearly a month. We have to go back to life in time. Other players are still waiting for us.
The old magician was disappointed. He invited Ling Li to join in to confirm the conjecture in his heart. Seeing Ling Li's refusal, it was not easy to pester. His face remained unchanged and he smiled, "In this case, there will be a good time later."
When you meet an old friend in a foreign country, you should have talked about the past. However, the two fire masters and apprentices seem to be eager to go to the depths of the lost forest, not to mention this cold fire magician, even if he is full of reluctance, he can't express it.
The old magician looked at the ruined palace with a strange expression and said goodbye to Ling Wei and others. He put his boring hand into his wide cuffs and took out a blue carpet. He gently recited a spell, and the carpet floated flat.
"This carpet can fly." Qin Si blinked curiously.
"Ha, little guys, see you next time." The old magician and the spark climbed up the carpet and flew south.