Chapter 330 Chapter Three Hundred

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 breath, and then sighed—his sigh was exhausted, and he said in a low voice, "Master Tulip, if I wanted to be your enemy, why did I send my eighty disciples..."

Du Wei smiled lightly, his eyes flickered and said: "Mr. Lan Hai, as I said just now, your intentions may not have been pure at the beginning. I'm afraid you may have selfish intentions in helping me pacify the Northwest. You sent someone to invite me today Come here...the so-called dark moon and high wind and high murder night..." Du Wei couldn't help but looked up at the sky outside the window, smiled lightly, then turned his head and stared at Lan Hai closely, although his tone was relaxed , but his eyes were dignified: "Although it is not night, and 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 few people, and then Burying on the spot under the feet is probably very secretive. If you die in such a place, even after you die, you can hear the sound of the surging water day and night, which is not bad."

Lan Hai laughed when he heard the words, then he raised his hand to signal the gray-clothed servant behind him to leave.The gray-clothed servant refused at first, and looked at Lan Hai hesitantly, with some hesitation in his eyes.Lan Hai sighed quietly and said: "Although you have been with me for so many years, your current cultivation base is considered good, but when that person comes later, even if you stay here, I'm afraid you won't be able to meet even a single face-to-face meeting with him live. Since I dare to sit here, I am sure." Seeing the master's resolute expression, the gray-clothed servant had no choice but to lead the order to leave the room despite some reluctance, and slowly closed the door behind him.

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 Tulip still be afraid? A frail old man?" Du Wei smiled: "A disciple of the Daxue Mountain sect, there is no useless person." After a pause, Du Wei said again: "What do you mean by 'that man is here'? You said 'that man' , did you date someone else besides me today?" "It's not an outsider, just an old friend." Du Wei's expression changed, "Old friend?" Lan Hai looked out the window and took a deep breath: "There are many kinds of old friends, but this old friend is the one who wants my life wholeheartedly." Turning his head to look at Du Wei, he said calmly, "Master Duke, don't worry now, I invited you here just to invite you to be a spectator."

Du Wei looked disapprovingly: "The 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, so of course you are very curious about the Daxue Mountain. The person I am waiting for today is exactly Visitors from the Great Snow Mountain."

Although Du Wei was full of questions, he didn't know how to ask again when he saw Lan Hai's inscrutable expression, and the atmosphere in the room froze for a while. 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 pot of cold water between them, neither of them spoke, and each had their own thoughts. Finally, after an unknown amount of time, the darkness of dawn gradually receded, a little whiteness appeared on the far horizon outside the window, and a faint red mark was revealed in the faint 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 cultivation of the incoming person's mental strength is probably 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 appeared behind the screen.I don't know when this person came, but he suddenly appeared 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 calmness had been thrown into a stone. The original peace can no longer be maintained.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 man's appearance clearly, and saw that his white robe was exactly the attire of a white-clothed shaman on the Daxue Mountain. His silver-gray long hair was disheveled, and a few strands of messy hair on his forehead covered his face. The eyes, the eyes flickering behind the disheveled hair, are as bright as the cold stars in the sky on a winter night.Of course, Du Wei is no stranger to the costume of a white-clothed shaman on the Daxue Mountain. When he fought against the prairie people under the city of Jiliat in the northwest, Du Wei personally killed a white-clothed shaman. During the peace talks, he also personally pretended to be a white-clothed shaman to deceive the messengers of the grassland peace talks.So of course Du Wei could recognize the attire of the white-clothed shaman at a glance, but this man's attire was a little different.I saw a golden belt tied around the waist of his white robe, and on the belt was a scimitar of a common style on the grassland. The end is inlaid with a pearl the size of a thumb. Although Du Wei was not good at martial arts, he could tell at a glance that the man's scimitar was by no means a pretentious accessory with a strong intuition.What makes Du Wei strange is that he also knows a lot about Daxue Mountain, but he has never heard of any white-clothed shamans who practice both spells and martial arts. With a martial artist's weapon, then this person's martial arts skills must not be lowered. What makes Du Wei even more strange is that what Lan Hai said just now is "an old friend of many years". Du Wei also guessed that the person who came here might not be younger, and most of them are people of the same age as Lan Hai.But looking at this person's appearance, he has fair skin and pale complexion, 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 at Lan Hai quietly for a while, and said in a calm voice: "You have aged a lot over the years, I remember that when I saw you last time, your face was not so pale. Are you so wrinkled, has your injury been healed since the last time we met?" Then he looked at Du Wei again, and his sharp eyes swept over Du Wei, instantly making Du Wei feel as if The feeling of being completely seen through.There was a touch of strangeness and admiration in the 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" The martial artist of Frost Dou Qi seems to be named Rodriguez, and he has reached the level of a paladin. He is probably him, but he is 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 can 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, then you might as well do it." He sighed softly, and this sigh contained many complex meanings such as regret, emotion, intolerance, hatred, and so on.Before the sigh came out, the person's body suddenly disappeared in place, and in the next moment, he appeared in front of Lan Hai.Even a strong man like Du Wei couldn't see the movement clearly.I saw the man's palm lightly waved, a blazing light suddenly burst out from the palm, and the palm pressed down against Lan Hai's forehead. Lan Hai was wrapped in a blanket, and he looked like a frail old man. He was already very weak, but when he didn't hear a chirp, the blanket wrapped in his whole body suddenly shattered, turning into countless pieces and flying around. Among them, a frail old man showed an awe-inspiring and inviolable expression between his brows.His hands that were originally hidden under the blanket lightly pointed out his fingers, and a little cold air condensed between his fingers. Although this cold air seemed small, it turned into a group of howling ice edges in an instant when it pointed to the man's chest. The man smiled slightly, and took a step back with a sneer. He blocked his chest with his empty hand, and wiped it again. With a wave of his palm, he instantly wiped away the whistling ice edges in the blue sea.The man pushed out his palm again, and the fiery light from his palm roared out. Lan Hai looked awe-inspiring, and raised his skinny arms to meet him. There is a clear difference between the two immediately, but the strange thing is that there is no life under the impact. I saw Lan Hai with his beard flying and his sleeves bulging, obviously he had tried his best.But the man just retreated with one blow, and after a push, his body floated away slightly, retracted his arms and stood behind his back, nodded and smiled: "It seems that you are not too old to move." However, Lan Hai seemed to be struggling a bit. Du Wei was so close that he could already see Lan Hai's chest heaving gently. The two balls of cold air between Lan Hai's palms were still covered with red-hot flames. The anger dissipated, and finally he had to withdraw one hand, hooked his fingers, and immediately a stream of water was sucked out of the pot on the table. How powerful is the flame spell used by this white-clothed shaman, how can this small pot of water be extinguished, but with the flow of water, the flame immediately seems to have found a place to vent, and immediately escaped from the control of the blue sea, following the flow of water Burn all the way down.Hearing a few chi chis, the water flow was instantly evaporated by the fire and turned into a faint white gas, but the flame was not stagnated at all, and quickly slammed onto the kettle on the table. melted, not a single scum left. Du Wei sat aside and watched the two fight. The movements of the two were so fast and short that it was dizzying.Even seeing the flames used by the white-clothed shaman made Du Wei's heart skip a beat.This strange flame is so powerful that it 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 injure people. ability.It's just that the ordinary flame temperature can burn this silver pot like this in an instant!The spells on the Daxue Mountain are really weird and powerful. At this moment, a figure suddenly came in from the outside, it was the gray-clothed servant, his whole body was full of silver fighting spirit, his face was full of murderous looks, and he shouted: "Don't hurt sir!" After finishing speaking, he stretched out his palm, and instantly condensed the fighting energy in his palm into an ice sword, and saw him flying in front of him, and he slashed down with a sword in the air. The whole room became cold in an instant, and the tip of the ice sword brought out a vortex of ice and snow mixed with fine ice edges, roaring towards the white-clothed shaman. Du Wei looked at his eyebrows and raised his eyebrows. The power of this servant, the power of this sword, and the attainment of Frost Fighting Qi are already faintly comparable to Sebasta, the major general of the Northwest Army. 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 gray-clothed servant's sword 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 pierced him yet. It is not the first time Du Wei has seen this sense of space-time distortion and confusion. Today, when he saw this space-time distortion scene again, two words jumped out of Du Wei's heart: Holy Order! ! !