Thinking of this, Lan Feng didn't think much about it, then turned his head, took a deep breath, and began to chant the incantation.

"Alas, this kid ......" Yan Feng behind him looked at his son in front of him and sighed helplessly.

Three days later, Lijian Town at the foot of Lijian Mountain.

Lijian Town has a population of more than 10,000, most of whom are natives, but there are not a few who have since moved here. Decades ago, most of the residents here went into the mountains to log and hunt, and they were self-sufficient, but they were not wealthy. But now the town is very prosperous - the faint glow and the terrifying roar in the Glass Sword Mountain have attracted many magicians, warriors and even organized mercenary forces to come here to explore, they all believe that the mountain must hide endless wealth or some other rare treasures or something - although most of them return in vain, and even some people never come out after entering, but these add the color of the legend of points to the amazing scene of the Glass Sword Mountain, and also attract more people to explore here - Small shops such as inns and weapons stores have also sprung up in the town. At the same time, with the rise of the Blood Flame clan in the town, over time, the town has become much more prosperous, and it has gradually gained a bit of fame in the big 6.

Inside a small restaurant in the town of Lijian.

The waiters in the hall were standing in front of the stage chatting and gossiping. In the morning, before noon, there were many fewer customers, and the waiters gathered to chat about the new things in the town.

Steeply, the chattering crowd looked at the door of the shop, stared straight at it, opened their mouths wide, and stopped talking; Then everyone followed him as they looked to the door, and then they did the same—their eyes staring, their mouths wide open, and they didn't speak again.

The shop immediately became much quieter.

At the door of the store, two peerless women walked in.

The two women were dressed in snow-white dresses, wrapped in a plain veil, and the breeze blew like fairies, and although they wore veils, the tulle still could not hide their beautiful faces; The beautiful face and graceful posture give people a feeling of being like a goddess, which is extremely beautiful and sacred, and people can't help but have a desire to worship in their hearts. The two look very similar, the only difference is that one is pale blue and the other is pale red.

"Hehe, what's the matter, why don't you entertain us?" A silver bell-like laugh floated out. Of the two, the woman with the long red smirk.

"Okay, sister, don't make a fuss." The blue woman spoke—her voice was indifferent and cold, as if she were about to freeze, "Don't forget our purpose. ”

"Okay, got it." The red woman glanced at her sister, turned her head, and asked the waiters in front of her with a chuckle; "Do any of you know where the Bloodflame Clan is?"

"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 Blue Wind, 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, Lan Feng 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." ”

As he spoke, Lan Feng 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." Lan Feng listened, grinned, and then retracted his head.

The two people in the car were none other than Blue Wind and Ah Hong, the servant of the Blood Flame Mansion.

Two days ago, Yan Feng summoned Lan Feng, who had just completed the trial of "Dragon Blazing", to his bedroom for a test; The result of the test made Flame Peak very satisfied: although it was only level three, Blue Wind 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, Lan Feng boarded the carriage heading to Qingyun City in a daze and left the Blood Flame Mansion.

Lan Feng still remembered his father's serious face and the last admonition when he left: "If you don't reach the eighth level of the Magi, you won't come back." The cold tone came into his ears, and Lan Feng felt a little dazed, eighth-level demon master, what kind of concept is that?

Poking his head out again, Lan Feng 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," Lan Feng scratched his head as he spoke, 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 hundreds of them in the whole big 6; 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 Big 6 is small, but the status is relatively noble.

(End of chapter)