There was a murderous air in the room, and a piercing cold shone on Du Wei's body. Du Wei only felt like a frog stared at by a poisonous snake.
I saw the gray-clothed servant behind Lan Hai, although he was just standing there quietly, but after Du Wei said the words "enemy, friend", his eyes were fixed on Du Wei like an eagle. Wei, the biting murderous aura also shone on Du Wei.
He was obviously an unattractive guy dressed as a servant, and he didn't have any expression on his face. He just stood behind Lan Hai, and with just such a look in his eyes, it gave Du Wei an extremely dangerous feeling . In the past, Du Wei could only feel such a sense of oppression from masters like Hussein or Rodriguez, but such a servant can also have such an aura!
With a ding, the teacup in Du Wei's hand fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.
The gray-clothed servant's eyes were like sharp swords. Although Du Wei felt a heavy burden in his eyes, there was no clue on his face. He even turned his head, turned his side to the servant unreservedly, then looked at Lan Hai, smiled as if relaxed, and sighed softly: "Mr. Lan Hai, it seems that you have already made a decision in your heart." Decide?"
Lan Hai huddled in the chair, he was tightly wrapped in the blanket, in the biting cold wind in the morning, he was like an ordinary old man, stretching out his hand tremblingly to hold the teacup, and sighing slowly He took a sip, and then sighed—his sigh was full of exhaustion. He whispered: "Master Tulip Duke. If I wanted to be your enemy, why did I send my eighty disciples..."
Du Wei smiled lightly. His eyes flickered and he said: "Mr. Lan Hai, I just said that. Your intentions may not have been pure at the beginning. I'm afraid you may have had selfish intentions in helping me pacify the Northwest. Today you sent someone to invite me here... the so-called moon Black wind and high murderous night..." Du Wei couldn't help but looked up at the sky outside the window at this moment, and smiled lightly. Then he turned his head and stared at Lan Hai closely. Although his tone is relaxed. But his eyes were serious: "Although it is not night, there is no moonlight in the sky. But the place is very secluded, and the breeze and calm water are not elegant. In such a quiet and elegant place, kill a lot of people. Then I am afraid that it is very secretive to be buried under the ground. If you die in such a place, even after you die, it is not bad to be able to hear the sound of the surging water day and night."
Lan Hai laughed when he heard the words, and then he raised his hand. He signaled the gray-clothed servant behind him to leave. The gray-clothed servant refused, and looked at Lan Hai hesitantly, with some hesitation in his eyes. Lan Hai sighed faintly and said: "Although you have been with me for so many years, although your current cultivation base is considered good, but when that person comes, you can stay here. I am afraid that he will not be able to meet him face to face. live. Since I dare to sit here, I am sure of it.”
The gray-clothed servant saw his master's expression was very determined. Although somewhat reluctant, he had no choice but to accept orders to leave the room. Slowly close the door.
When only Du Wei and Lan Hai were left in the room, Lan Hai smiled at Du Wei and said, "Now don't worry. I'm just a weak one. Would the famous Duke of Tulip still be afraid? A frail old man?"
Du Wei smiled: "A disciple of the Daxue Mountain sect. How can there be someone useless." He paused. Du Wei said again: "What do you mean by "that person is here" just now? You said "that person". Did you make an appointment with someone else besides me today?"
"Not really an outsider. Just an old friend."
Du Wei's expression changed, "Old friend?" Lan Hai looked out the window. He took a deep breath: "There are many kinds of old friends. But this old friend is the one who wants my life wholeheartedly." After saying this, he turned his head to look at Du Wei, and said calmly, "Duke My lord, don't worry now, I actually just want you to be a spectator when I invite you here."
Du Wei looked disapprovingly: "Audience? I have never been interested in being this kind of audience. Whether you kill someone or someone else kills you, isn't it interesting to watch such a scene? Or You, Mr. Lan Hai, have such a hobby, do you like to have someone watching you kill or be killed?"
Lan Hai smiled: "Of course I don't have such a hobby, but you have to be the audience today. I think you are in the northwest, Mr. Duke. Of course you are very curious about the Daxue mountain. The person I am waiting for today is Daxue Visitors from the mountains."
Although Du Wei was full of questions, he didn't know how to ask again when he saw Lan Hai's inscrutable expression. For a moment, the atmosphere in the room froze involuntarily.
At this moment, the morning wind was bitter, and the two people in the room, the old and the young, were sitting opposite each other, with only a jug of cold water in between. Neither of them spoke, each had their own thoughts.
Finally, I don't know how long it took, the darkness of dawn gradually receded, a little whiteness appeared in the distant sky outside the window, and a faint red mark was revealed faintly in the morning light on the horizon. Lan Hai looked at the figure that seemed to be rising in the distance, and said in a low voice: "It's almost time, that person should come. I have made so many appointments with him and he has never been late, and today should be no exception. .
At this moment, Du Wei's heart suddenly moved. He is a magician, and his sensory sensitivity is far superior to that of ordinary people. Although he has never heard the slightest sound, his mental power naturally enveloped the entire small building when he sat here. At this moment, he suddenly had a strange feeling, as if there was a strange force intruding into the envelope of his mental power. Du Wei tried to catch it with his heart, but this feeling was too strange. The feeling is only fleeting. Obviously, the incoming person's mental strength and cultivation base may be better than his own.
With this feeling in Du Wei's heart, he was about to speak when he heard Lan Hai sigh, "He's already here."
Following Lan Hai's sigh, Du Wei suddenly felt a kind of vigilance in his heart. He couldn't help but look up as if there was a feeling in his heart. He saw that the screen near the door of the room was originally empty, but In such a short moment when Du Wei looked up, suddenly a silhouette of a figure appeared behind the screen. I don't know when this person will come. It just appeared suddenly. It's like a ghost. "After all these years, your ears are still very good."
This voice is soft and pleasant, and one can't help but feel close to it after listening to it. It's just that such a melodious voice fell into Du Wei's ears, but it seemed to have a strange attraction. Originally, Du Wei's cage illuminated the entire mental force field, as if the tranquility had been thrown into a stone, and suddenly it was impossible to maintain the original tranquility. What's more, the strange voice of that person seemed to carry a kind of charm, which made people attracted involuntarily. Even at the moment of speaking, even a magician with strong mental power like Du Wei lost his mind instantly.
Lan Hai didn't seem to be disturbed by this, and didn't look at the figure behind the screen, just smiled and said in a low voice: "You really didn't disappoint me, and you weren't late either."
"It's a pity that you let me down." Before the words finished, the man turned out from behind the screen.
Du Wei finally saw the appearance of this man. I saw him say that the white robe was exactly the attire of a white-clothed shaman on Daxue Mountain. His long silver-gray hair was disheveled, and the messy hair on his forehead blocked his eyes. Behind the disheveled hair, his eyes flickered, as bright as the cold stars in the sky on a winter night. Of course, Du Wei was no stranger to the costume of a white-clothed shaman on the Snow Mountain. When he fought against the prairie people at the base of Jiliat City in the northwest, Du Wei personally killed a white-clothed shaman. When he was negotiating peace with the prairie people, he also pretended to be a white-clothed shaman to deceive the prairie peace talks. messenger. So of course Du Wei could recognize the white-clothed shaman's attire at a glance, but the man's attire was a little different. I saw a golden belt tied around the waist of his white robe. The belt is equipped with a scimitar of a common style on the grasslands. The scimitar is very small, less than half of the usual size, and a thumb-sized pearl is inlaid on the end of the handle.
Although Du Wei is not good at martial arts. But with a strong intuition, he could tell at a glance that the man's scimitar was by no means a pretentious ornament. It just makes Du Wei strange. He also knew a lot about Daxue Mountain, but he had never heard of any of the white-clothed shamans who practiced both spells and martial arts. Moreover, as a shaman but openly equipped with a martial artist's weapon, then this person's martial skills must not be inferior.
What made Du Wei even more strange was that what Lan Hai said just now was "an old friend for many years". Du Wei also guessed that the age of the visitor might not be young. Most of them are the same age as Lan Hai. But looking at this person's appearance, his skin is fair and pale, but there are no wrinkles on his face. If you just look at his appearance, he is probably at least forty or fifty years younger than Lan Hai.
After the man came out from behind the screen, he stared quietly at Lan Hai for a while. The voice calmly said: "You have aged a lot over the years. I remember the last time I saw you. You didn't have so many wrinkles on your face. Could it be that the wound you left after we met last time has not healed? "Then he looked at Du Wei again, and his sharp eyes swept over Du Wei, instantly giving Du Wei a feeling as if he had been completely seen through. There was a touch of surprise and admiration in this man's eyes: "It seems that you have not been idle all these years, and you have accepted such an outstanding disciple. I have heard people say that there is a man on the mainland who is good at using it." "Frost Dou Qi" fighter, seems to be called Rodriguez, who has reached the level of a paladin, probably he is, but I didn't expect him to be so young. I think we have many disciples on Daxue Mountain, but we can have such There are not many who are outstanding in appearance and quality.”
"Don't get me wrong, he is not my disciple." Lan Hai glanced at Du Wei: "This is the famous Duke Tulip on the mainland, a disciple of the magister Gandolf, and he has a little relationship with our Daxue Mountain .Today I invited him here just as a spectator. If I die unfortunately, I will trouble him to collect my body.”
When this man heard the name "Gandalf", a flash of light flashed in his eyes, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly: "Oh? Gandolf, is that the guy who is known as the number one magician in the mainland? So he is his disciple No wonder, no wonder." After finishing speaking, he just nodded and stopped looking at Du Wei.
Du Wei noticed that when this man mentioned Gandolf, it was as if he was talking about "the number one magician in the mainland", not only did he not have the slightest respect in his tone, but there was a hint of disdain on the contrary.
"Okay, you and I have been waiting for this day for too long, since this is the case, let's start." The man looked at Lan Hai and frowned slightly: "It's just that you still stand up now?"
Lan Hai sighed softly when he heard the words: "It doesn't matter if you can stand up or not. Since you have been waiting for this day for too long, you might as well do it."
Sigh softly. This sigh contains many complex meanings such as regret, emotion, intolerance, hatred and so on. The sigh did not fall. The person's body suddenly disappeared in place. The next moment has flashed in front of Lan Haidi. Even a strong man like Du Wei couldn't see the movements clearly. I saw the man wave his hand lightly. A group of fiery rays of light suddenly burst out in the palm of his hand. The palm faced Lan Hai's forehead and pressed it down.
Lan Hai was wrapped in a blanket and looked like a frail old man. Obviously already looks weak. Without hearing a chirp, the blanket wrapped around him suddenly shattered, turning into countless flying pieces. The blue sea cage shone in a group of silver-white rays of light, and at this moment a frail old man showed an awe-inspiring and inviolable expression between his brows. He originally hid his hands under the blanket. Fingers lightly point out. A little coldness condensed between the fingers. Although this little bit of cold air seemed insignificant, it turned into a ball of howling ice edges in an instant pointing at this person's chest.
The man smiled slightly. He took a step back with a snort. It turned out that the empty hand was blocking his chest. Another touch. Palm waved. The whistling ice edge in Lan Hai was instantly wiped clean by him. The man took advantage of the momentum and pushed it out. The fiery light from his palm roared out. Lan Hai looked awe-inspiring. He raised his skinny arms to meet him. The mass of crimson fiery heat collided with the silver-white cold air, and the red and white were immediately separated into distinct positions. It's just weird. There was no life under the impact.
I saw Lan Hai's beard and hair flying, and his sleeves bulging all over his body. Evidently the best effort has been made. And the man just kicked back. After a push, his body floated away slightly, and he retracted his arms and stood with his hands behind his back. He nodded and smiled, "It seems that you are still immobile."
Lan Hai was obviously struggling, and Du Wei was very close. I have already seen Lan Hai's chest heaving gently, but the two balls of cold air between Lan Hai's palms are still wrapped in a ball of red-hot fire. Even though Lan Hai tried his best, he couldn't dissipate the anger. At last he had to withdraw a hand. With a hook of his finger, a stream of water was immediately sucked out of the pot on the table by him.
What a powerful fire spell this white-clothed shaman used. How can this small pot of water be extinguished? It's just the flow of water. The flame immediately seemed to have found a place to vent, and immediately broke away from Lan Hai's control. Burn all the way along the water flow. I heard chi chi a few times. The water flow was instantly evaporated by the fire. Turned into a faint white gas. The flame didn't stand still at all, and quickly slammed into the kettle on the table, and the silver kettle was vaporized in an instant. Not a single scum was left.
Du Wei sat aside and watched the two fight. Both of them moved quickly and shortly. It's dizzying. Even seeing the flames unleashed by the white-clothed shaman made Du Wei's heart tremble even more. This strange flame is so powerful. He actually burned a silver pot without a trace in an instant - Du Wei himself is considered an expert in fire magic, especially if he uses intensive fireball techniques to kill people. It's just that the ordinary flame temperature can burn this silver pot so quickly! The spell on the Daxue Mountain is really weird and powerful.
At this moment, a figure suddenly broke in from the outside, it was the servant in gray. His whole body was full of silver fighting spirit. His face was murderous. He shouted: "Don't hurt Mr.!"
After speaking, he stretched out his palm. The fighting spirit in the palm of the hand instantly condensed an ice sword, and saw him flying in front of him, and he slashed down with the sword in the air. This sword radiated cold light, and the frost fighting spirit was exerted to the extreme. The whole room became cold instantly, and the tip of the ice sword brought out a whirlpool of ice and snow mixed with fine ice edges, towards the white-clothed shaman. The wizard roared away.
Du Wei looked at his eyebrows and raised his eyebrows. This humble servant, the power of this sword, and the attainment of Frost Fighting Qi are faintly comparable to that of the Northwest Army's Major General Sebasta. Du Wei guessed in his heart that this gray-clothed The servant's martial skill is also at the eighth level.
With a chuckle all over his body, the white-clothed shaman whispered softly: "That's not how Frost Dou Qi is used."
He spoke very slowly, and the sword of the gray-clothed servant came extremely fast, but at this moment, time and space seemed to have a chaotic distortion. It was obvious that the servant in gray had stabbed his face with a sword, but when he slowly said this sentence, the sword hadn't stabbed him yet.
It is not the first time Du Wei has seen this distorted sense of time and space. Today, when he saw this scene of distorted space and time again, two words suddenly popped out in Du Wei's mind: holy steps!