"Da, da, da......" The sound of horses' hooves sounded leisurely, and in the dense forest, a gorgeous carriage slowly marched on the forest path

"Oh, it's so uncomfortable." In the carriage, a childish voice complained.

"Haha, Young Master Yanmeng, you can bear with it. I haven't complained yet, but you can't stand it when you're sitting inside? ”

On the frame, a strong man sat leisurely, holding a long whip in his hand, looking ahead a little carelessly. Just heard the complaints of the people in the car, the strong man couldn't help but feel unfair, and thought to himself: "This kid is enjoying the car inside, I am driving hard here, but the person who is in the car complains first, it is unreasonable." ”

"Hehe, Uncle Hong, you are so powerful, how can this kind of bump affect you." In the car, Yan Meng listened to the answer of the strong man outside, was a little uneven, touched his nose, and said teasingly, "Besides, Uncle Hong, you look so strong, like a big bear." How can my little magician compare to a bear? ”

"What? Do you have itchy hands and want to practice in real combat? Although you Uncle Hong and I are not particularly strong, it is not a problem for me to learn from you. After listening, the strong man couldn't help but be a little angry.

I had just heard the first half of the sentence, and the strong man was still secretly proud in his heart, closed his eyes, and nodded; But when I heard the second half of the sentence, my body was crooked, and I almost fell off the car in anger, and I knew that this person's little ghost was trying to tease himself.

"Okay, Uncle Hong," Yan Meng poked his head out of the car, "I admit defeat, hurry up, I really can't stand it." ”

Saying that, Yan Meng also made an expression of "unbearable".

The strong man turned his head, looked at the handsome and childish little face, shook his head, sighed, stretched out his hand, and was about to play, "Okay, sit back quickly, I'll hurry up." ”

"Hey, hey." Yan Meng listened, grinned, and then retracted his head.

The two people in the car were Yan Meng and Ah Hong, the servant of the Blood Flame Mansion.

Two days ago, Yan Feng summoned Yan Meng, who had just completed the trial of "Dragon Blazing", to his bedroom for a test; The result of the test made Yan Feng very satisfied: although he was only level three, Yan Meng had indeed mastered most of the fire-based spells, including the ordinary fire-based forbidden spells and the ordinary spells of the Blood Flame Clan. After the test was completed, Yan Feng casually threw Yan Meng a three-inch box, kept it for himself, and asked to study at the Alliance Academy in Qingyun City...... Within an hour, Yan Meng boarded the carriage to Qingyun City in a daze and left the Blood Flame Mansion.

Yan Meng still remembered his father's serious face and the last admonition when he left: "If you don't reach the eighth level of the Demon Master, you won't come back." The cold tone came into his ears, and Yan Meng felt a little dazed, Rank 8 Demon Master, what kind of concept is that?

Poking his head out again, Yan Meng turned his head to face Ah Hong, and asked a little blankly, "Uncle Hong, isn't the eighth-level demon master very powerful?" ”

"It's amazing, what's wrong, young master?"

"My father won't let me go back if he says I can't reach level eight," Yan Meng scratched his head and said to himself, "I don't know how long it will take to reach level eight." ”

When Ah Hong heard this, he was secretly shocked in his heart: Eighth-level Demon Master, is it too difficult for the Mansion Master to ask for this? I'm afraid I can't find a few hundred of them on the whole continent; Without enough perseverance, perseverance and talent, it is difficult for ordinary magicians to break through the hurdle from seven to eight. Once the magician breaks through to the eighth level, he will be able to sit on an equal footing with the same martial artist, and it can even be said that the strength of the eighth-level martial artist is inferior to the eighth-level magician, although the strength of the single attack is not far behind, but when it comes to group killing, the martial artist is far inferior to the magician. At the same time, this is also the reason why the number of magicians on the continent is small, but the status is relatively noble.

Turning his head and looking at Yan Meng's confused little face, Ah Hong knew that the little ghost in front of him didn't understand the concept of level eight, and secretly smiled bitterly in his heart: "If that's the case, I'm afraid you can't go back if you haven't been a little ghost for more than twenty years." ”

Although he thought so in his heart, Ah Hong smiled reluctantly and said: "It's okay, the mansion master is a typical knife-mouthed tofu heart, as long as you go back too often, I believe the mansion master will not embarrass you." ”

"Hey, huh?" Yan Meng listened, smiled noncommittally, then returned to the car and sat down, patted the hem of his clothes to calm himself, and then entered a meditative state.

Bloodflame Mansion.

Yan Feng sat quietly on his bed and meditated. Ever since he sent Yan Meng away two days ago, Yan Feng has maintained his meditative movements and has not moved. The surrounding fire elemental fluctuated with a visible intensity, and continued to slowly shrink around the flame peak. Yan Feng felt the fluctuations of the fire element, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but smile a little.

Sending Yan Meng away, although he was somewhat disappointed in his heart, Yan Feng believed that in less than ten years, his son would definitely appear in front of him as a powerful eighth-level magician - for his son, Yan Feng had absolute confidence.

Steeply, Yan Feng opened his eyes, and all the fire elements around his body dispersed, forming a wave of flames that spread out in all directions, and Yan Feng immediately stretched out his hands, and the flame waves quickly condensed in his palms. With a strong grip on both hands, the fireball turned into the tiniest element of fire and disappeared.

Standing up, Yan Feng walked towards the door of the mansion.

"Yanfeng, come out." A cold voice floated into the Blood Flame Mansion.

In the front yard of the Blood Flame Mansion, two white figures floated in mid-air.

When the people of the Blood Flame Mansion heard the voice, they all put down what they were doing and gathered in the front yard.

"Let's disperse first, I have something to talk to these two about." With the sound of speaking, a red light flashed, and Yan Feng immediately appeared in front of everyone.

"Mansion Master." Everyone in the courtyard saluted.

"Alright, let's all disperse."

The people said yes, and they all dispersed.

"The two girls have come all the way here, I don't know what to do?" Yan Feng looked at the two people in the air, secretly condensed the power of the fire element, and slowly rose to the height of the two with the help of the rising heat flow.

In the air, both of them were dressed in white, wrapped in a layer of plain veil, floating in the air, as holy as a goddess descending to earth. The two look the same, they look like the same person, the only difference is that one of them has long pale red hair, while the other has long pale blue hair

"Flame Peak...... Did you break through? A cold voice floated out of the blue-haired woman's mouth.

Yan Feng couldn't help frowning when he heard this, as if he was a little unhappy, but he still nodded slowly.

"You really broke through ......," the blue-haired woman shuddered as she listened.

"So, what about the agreement?" The blue-haired woman asked again, her voice trembling a little.

"......" Yanfeng slowly raised his head and looked at the sky.

"You ...... Let's go back first. Yan Feng looked at the sky and closed his eyes, "In a year, I will give you a satisfactory answer in a year." ”

"Yanfeng, you bastard, you still want to perfunctory us!" The red-haired woman next to the blue-haired woman, who had not spoken all the time, listened to Yan Feng's words, her eyebrows were raised, and a dark blue flame ignited on her body, and six dark blue fireballs with a diameter of one zhang flew towards Yan Feng.

Looking at the flying fireball, Yan Feng didn't make any moves, as if the fireball wasn't attacking him.

"Sneer, snort." With six soft sounds, the fireball that flew near the Flame Peak melted like ice and snow.

"You ......" The red-haired woman pointed to Yanfeng, her right hand in the air in the shape of an orchid, and then stretched and contracted, ready to strike again.

"Alright, sister." The blue light flashed, and the blue-haired woman held the red-haired woman's right hand and shook her head faintly.

"Sister, you, you just let him go?" The red-haired woman turned her head to look at her sister, as if she was a little helpless.

"Forget it......" The blue-haired woman's voice returned to its previous calm, and said lightly.

"Hmph, I'll spare you this time!" The red-haired woman looked at Yan Feng, quickly waved her hand, and the flames on her body were extinguished, "In a year, we will come again, if you shirk it again...... then"

"Let's go, sister." The blue-haired woman seemed unwilling to linger longer, turned into a blue light, and passed away into the distance.

The haired woman glanced at Yan Feng, and also turned into a ray of light, shining away.

Yan Feng sighed lowly, then slowly fell to the ground, turned around and walked towards the house.

Among the trees, the carriage moved forward slowly.

In the car, Yan Meng closed her eyes slightly and meditated quietly.

Suddenly, as if Yan Meng remembered something, he quickly opened his eyes, and then reached out and touched his chest.

Touching a hard thing, Yan Meng smiled, excitedly reached into his arms, and took out the thing.

What Yan Meng took out in his chest was the box that Yan Feng gave him, a three-inch brocade box.

Looking at the brocade box, Yan Meng was very excited, and kept guessing in his heart, what was in it?

Curiosity is the nature of teenagers.

Yan Meng put his hands flat, held the brocade box with one hand, forcibly suppressed the excitement of jumping up and down in his heart, and slowly opened it with the other hand.

The moment it was opened, a dazzling purple light erupted, and the entire space in the car was filled with a deep purple light.

"Phew-" Ah Gang seemed to sense the change in the car, and immediately stopped.

"What's the matter, young master?" Ah Hong poked his head in steeply.

At the moment of Ah Hong's probe, the purple light suddenly disappeared without a trace.

Yan Meng raised his head and looked at Ah Hong blankly.

"No, it's nothing, Hong, Uncle Hong, you go out first." Yan Meng seemed to be a little stunned. Looking at Ah Hong, Yan Meng said dumbfoundedly.

Looking at Yan Meng suspiciously, Ah Hong retracted his head.

Leaning quietly on the car, Ah Hong realized that he had unconsciously broken out in a cold sweat.

"What a powerful breath." Just feeling the breath coming from the car, Ah Hong still had some palpitations, "It's just the breath that comes out, it's... The breath of fire? …… Could it be that this aura came from the young master? ”

While thinking, Ah Hong looked at the carriage in horror, and there seemed to be something more in his eyes.

In the carriage, Yan Meng still seemed to be a little sluggish.

The purple light just now and the breath brought by the purple light are so familiar and kind, and this is the first time I feel that kind of intimate feeling.

"It seems to be...... Fire...... The breath? Is it my father's thing? What a kind feeling! ”

Yan Meng's gaze was a little dull and he looked at the box.

In the small brocade box, several cloth pads of the same size are in the center of the box; On the cloth, a spherical purple spar lay there quietly, constantly flashing - the astonishing purple light just now seemed to be emitted by this small spar.

The purple hedron is only the size of a cherry, but it shimmers with a dazzling purple light; With a flickering purple light, a barely visible halo swirled within the hedrons. The whole spar looks like a star in the sky, which is very beautiful.

Looking at it, Yan Meng seemed to be a little crazy. Before he knew it, Yan Meng stretched out his hand and reached for the spar.