Chapter 812 Competition Ⅰ

When Leto left, his expression was gloomy.

On the other hand, Dikator's already gloomy face did not change at all.

The manuscripts of "Winged Thunder Fighting Qi" and "Dark Devouring Fighting Qi" were handed over to Dean by Long Lang with a smile.

After several identifications, the two well-known fighting spirits in Ruiluoer were confirmed by Long Lang as real, and Rick Weitan contributed a lot.

Therefore, Long Lang's attitude towards Rikvitan has slightly changed.

At least some contract options were relaxed, which made Rikvitan heave a sigh of relief.

At the same time, he expressed concern about the departure of Leto and Dikator.

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

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

Long Lang said with a smile.

"Remember, help Dean find that lady!"

"yes!"

Rikvitan left, taking the guards of Kaya City with him.

Also leaving was Jasmine. Although Long Lang offered to persuade her to stay, the other party refused such invitation without hesitation and returned to Kaya City.

Go to get your reward.

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

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

Including Jasmine's regretful choice.

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

Long Lang turned around, looked at Dean and Blanc and said.

"Well, has Mobius' power faded?"

Dean nodded and asked Blanc.

"No, it lasted far longer than I imagined, and the power under Liselle's crown is also the same—even if it is covered by natural power,

But in a short period of time, it can't be eliminated at all, and, after getting close to a certain distance, the natural cover-up breath can't continue... Anyway, it's a very bad situation! "

Blank shook his head.

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

Dean said slowly.

"That's right, if the three of us work together, there is still a little hope—the time difference!"

Long Lang immediately understood what the friend meant, and looked at the puzzled Bronke. Immediately explained: "The spokesman under Morthill's crown is distributed in various planes of the entire astral world. There must be a gap between them and the time they want to reach Rirol. We only need to grasp this time difference, and we will We can recover some of the disadvantages!"

"What if they arrive together?"

asked Blank.

"So, we need to speed up our efforts to find His Royal Highness Ai Lu—to run with His Highness Ai Lu. This is our best choice!"

Long Lang shrugged his shoulders and said.

"All right!"

Blank had nothing to say.

For the Druids who had just left the 'Origin' for less than a week, everything in front of them was still so strange, even with the help of Dean and Long Lang.

Therefore, he is willing to listen to the opinions of Dean and Long Lang.

Because, he knew that the two of them had no ill intentions towards him.

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

"Increasing strength is the best choice!"

Dean said his opinion on the sidelines.

"I'm not a genius like you, so let's help you deal with trivial matters, and you can just focus on increasing your strength!"

Long Lang spread his hands.

Regarding the source and increase of his own strength, Long Lang is very clear about what is going on.

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

Even practicing for a long time doesn't have much effect.

The bloodline brought incomparable power, but it also brought a layer of shackles.

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

A similar situation exists in Blanc.

However, Blanc is a gift from the gods.

"The cultivation of fighting spirit requires a good opponent—you can help!"

Dean smiled and raised the two secret books of fighting spirit in his hand.

"Okay! No problem!"

Long Lang readily agreed, and Bronke at the side did not object.

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

However, Long Lang soon regretted his willingness to agree.

And Bronke also found that he seemed to think a little too easily about the martial arts competition.

...

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

Long Lang walked carefully in the desert, and the silk threads formed by his thoughts spread like a spider's web within a range of nearly a hundred feet with him as the center.

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

You know, three days of fighting in a row. Long Lang had had enough of Dean's haunting!

He had no idea when Dean was going to pop out and give him a shot.

And if it was a real battle, he would have died dozens of times already.

"Are the Zelgon family's assassin skills so outstanding?"

Long Lang thought subconsciously.

Within Godez's big family, in order to train the dead, some assassin skills are indispensable.

True successors dabble in some of these tricks, too.

Dean is the patriarch of the Zelgon family. To Long Lang, knowing some assassin skills was not a surprise at all.

However, Dean's performance is not the so-called 'knowledge' at all, but a master assassin in the true sense!

The completely undiscoverable advance and the sudden attack made Long Lang, who claimed to have seen most of the skills in the shadows, trembled in fear.

puff!

Long Lang recalled the dozens of battles in the past three days, and suddenly his feet softened.

not good!

Long Lang's expression changed.

In the past three days, dozens of battles, apart from Dean's elusive fighting style, which is the most memorable, is the power to manipulate the earth in front of him.

It's not the endowment of the blood, it's just from the secret technique.

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

And, quietly.

The thought power that spread like a spider's web changed instantly, and Long Lang flew upside down in a way that completely violated the trajectory of his movement.

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

Dodged a bullet!

but. Long Lang is not easy.

Because, behind him came a sense of crisis.

Long Lang knew very well that Dean had already appeared when he contracted his thoughts. And prepared to attack.

And in fact it is!

Just as Long Lang pulled away and flew back, Dean appeared behind him.

And punched out.

boom!

Firmly, Dean punched Takashi on the back.

Immediately, Long Lang staggered, his whole body grinning.

This is already Dean's deliberate gathering of strength. Otherwise, even if Long Lang had a special physique, he would have been smashed into pieces.

"It hurts me to death!"

Long Lang said so.

The whole person did not have any posture of attack or defense, so he turned around and looked at Dean.

The two sides are friends and are exchanging ideas.

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

In fact, the previous battles were all over.

It seems that now, if it was before, Long Lang has already conceded defeat.

"What. Admit defeat?"

Dean asked.

"I've lost dozens of times, so of course I have to win one. You're not curious if Bronke isn't here? You know, this is a trap aimed at you!"

Long Lang rolled his eyes.

"I thought it was a split tactic—you're the bait, Bronk the hunter!"

Dean said with a smile.

"Well, so I can't refute it! Bronke's strength is indeed stronger than mine, but I came up with the whole plan!"

Long Lang emphasized.

And with such an emphasis, on Dean's coat, shoots grew one by one, entwining Dean's arms and limbs.

at his feet. In the emerald green light, the sand has turned into a peculiar land, and vines as thick as an arm are growing in a crazy posture.

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

"Won!"

Long Lang laughed.

As a point-to-point discussion. Such a result is enough to say that it is a victory.

"No!"

Bronke, who came out of a huge flower of the vine, shook his head, and said, "The hunter vine didn't catch Dean!"

"Didn't get Dean?"

Long Lang was taken aback, and began to look around.

In the vast desert, except for the wind and sand, there is no one at all.

"It's over, he sneaked again!"

Long Lang couldn't help being discouraged for a while.

Bronke also smiled wryly.

For Druids. I never thought that fighting was necessary. Therefore, when facing Dean, although he had real 'domain' level strength, in terms of real combat power, he was not even as good as Long Lang. In 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 battle is still face to face, you hit me -- at least in the place of origin, when facing those Mobius fanatics, that's the case.

Therefore, the process of his fighting Dean was completely a process of overturning the previous cognition.

Bronke never imagined that fighting could be like this.

However, Blanc's "growth" is also obvious——

The wry smile was still on Bronk's face, but it didn't hinder his actions in the slightest.

Several seeds were thrown into the sky by Blanc.

These strange seeds do not require the gestation of the earth, but only appear in the air to change.

They sprouted.

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

Then, poof.

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

But in the sky that should be empty, a figure is looming.

first update~

In the morning, I went to the community clinic to have a look. The doctor said that I was decadent because I was on fire!

However, it has basically been stimulated!

Then, Decadent asked if he needed to take medicine?

The doctor looked at the decadence, and gave two generations of Niuhuang Jiedu Tablets—three yuan!

After returning home, taking some medicine, and having a sleepy sleep, I felt much better~~

Then, after thinking about the examination and diagnosis in the big hospital before, I feel powerless and decadent! (To be continued.)

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