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“Good job, Mu Bai!” Zhao Kunsan jumped out of a corner and said excitedly.
Mo Fan took a long breath and glanced at the green tea… Oh, Mu Bai.
This time, thanks to this second generation of demons, without his extravagant beheading magic tool, I don’t know how many people would have to die to kill this Baiyang instructor.
“Are everyone else okay?” Xue Musheng asked.
The students who hid around gathered one after another, but only Zhang Xiaohou was still standing beside the fence in a daze.
The battle is over, and He Yu’s blood has dried up. Looking at the pool of blood that is as red as a carpet, the sadness and solemnity once again enveloped everyone.
“Monkey, let’s go.” Mo Fan walked up to Zhang Xiaohou, not knowing what words to comfort him with.
When Zhang Xiaohou saw Mo Fan, his emotions seemed to collapse completely, and tears welled up.
“Brother Fan, I want to become stronger…” Zhang Xiaohou desperately wiped his tears, almost roaring with a poisonous oath, “I must, must become stronger!!”
Zhang Xiaohou’s unforgettable words echoed in his ears, but Mo Fan was somewhat stunned.
Looking at this little buddy who always looks like a silly little brother
At this moment, he cried like a child, but his heart grew up under the relentless baptism of scalding blood!
Yes, only by becoming stronger can we protect the people around us.
……
After crossing the bridge, the light curtain barrier like the same city wall has already been printed into our eyes.
The remaining eight people finally squeezed a smile on their tired cheeks, and this time they clearly saw the magician wearing the magic association logo guarding there.
This three kilometer stretch of road was longer than all they had experienced in the previous seventeen years, and they arrived anyway.
“The big army is now one and a half kilometers away from us. I hope they can also arrive here unharmed.” Xue Musheng looked back at his back.
Zhou Min, Xu Zhaoting, Wang Sanfat, Zhang Shuhua, and others all nodded, saying that they had fulfilled their duties as a pioneer team and had experienced such life, death, and danger. They sincerely hoped that the large army could arrive smoothly, and they no longer wanted to see blood dripping.
“Who is Mo Fan?” a man with a military headquarters logo on his chest approached the crowd and asked.
“I am.” Mo Fan raised his head, sweating profusely, and he was also very tired.
“Come here, the leader wants to see you,” said the man.
Mo Fan nodded and followed the man from the sorcery association’s military headquarters to a temporary watch tower built by soil magic.
The watchtower was high, and it took a long time to walk up the winding staircase before finally reaching the top.
At the top there is an empty lookout tower, where the high wind pours in wantonly, causing some pain in the cheeks.
At the extreme edge of the lookout tower without a guardrail, a man in a blue army trench coat stood with his hands down, his unruly hair fluttering in the strong wind.
In the left and right hand positions of the men, there stood a row of military mages who were also wearing blue windcoats. Their windcoats were raised high, their upright bodies standing at the extreme edge of the observation tower were motionless, and their sculptures of freedom and self-restraint stood there, while the leader standing in the middle, Shuaikong, had a more awe inspiring temperament, which was quite different from the brazen Chief Instructor of Shuaikong, whom Mo Fan had seen before.
A row of ten military mages, including the leader of the beheading king, all of whom exude a powerful aura. I’m afraid they are at least middle level mages!
They are looking into the distance, their gaze like a sword, straight at the dome of the Silver Trade Building, the culprit of the entire Bo City disaster – the demon leading the Winged Wolf!
“Chief, Mo Fan is here.” The man made a military salute and slowly retreated.
The whole observatory was silent for a moment without turning back.
“I’m glad to see you alive.” Zhang Kong’s words didn’t look like he used to look like he was just fooling around, and even saying the word ‘happy’ wasn’t really mixed with any emotion.
At this time, the beheading of the air was not the chief instructor Mo Fan knew at all. Perhaps this was his true face, majestic and aloof!
“Do you know what I want to do most when I see you?” Mo Fan asked in response.
“Blame me me in the face. Bai Yang is from the Black Cult, which really surprised us all. Fortunately, you were suspicious of him and saved my life,” said Zhankong.
Their affairs have already been understood through the reports of their subordinates, and beheading is indeed quite unexpected. Even their military headquarters has not been aware of the sinister intentions of Bai Yang, the military mage. Why would Mo Fan have doubts about him?
“You have some introspection. When we went to the cave guarded by Instructor Baiyang for training, I saw that there were obvious signs of drinking the water in the mountain pass spring pool, and there was more than one. Afterwards, I also asked Instructor Bai if he had any other summoning beasts, and he replied, ‘No’.”
“Do you think there’s a problem with him just by relying on such irrelevant things?” Chopping blankly laughed.
“The inexplicable madness of the Wolf Beast was also a problem. In fact, I don’t want to believe that Instructor Bai is a spy, and I can’t be completely sure. I just kept an eye on it, but who knows he really started on us?” Mo Fan said.
Mo Fan is actually only a bit skeptical. If he is convinced that there is a problem with him, he will definitely warn the people around him at the moment he sees the instructor Baiyang. Moreover, Mo Fan did not consider the appearance of the black animal demon.
“What about the Holy Spring of Earth?” Zhang Kong didn’t talk about the spy anymore, but turned to this most important issue.
“I’m thirsty, I drank it easily,” Mo Fan replied lightly.
Standing on the edge of the lookout tower, Zhankong almost slipped and fell to death. The majestic and crazy tyrants he had just created instantly disappeared.
Shakong turned around and stared straight at Mo Fan.
Nima, are you kidding me? Is your local holy spring used to quench your thirst when the farmer’s mountain spring is thirsty? That’s the true heritage of the entire Bo city for thousands of years. Even if it’s not as magical as the ancient times due to the changes of time, it’s definitely a cultivation treasure that magicians dream of in the whole country, and it was directly… directly used as water by this boy??
“This is not the time to joke,” said Zhankong with a serious expression, glaring at Mo Fan
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