Chapter 804 The World-Famous Ian Yinfeng (7800)

Chapter 804 The world-famous Ian Silverfeng (7800)

——Haha, first time?

At this moment, Ian didn't feel helpless at all, but instead felt like, 'I know this feeling well! ’ of excitement.

He often makes mistakes because he is different from ordinary people's common sense, and friends around him often make fun of him. For example, Ethan said, 'It is impossible for ordinary people to complete elite alchemy experiments with one hand! ’, Xio complained, ‘It’s impossible for normal humans to be able to suppress real dragons in terms of soul acuity, I mean normal humans! 'etc……

Now everyone is stupid, and the air is suddenly filled with a happy atmosphere.

On the street not far away, the werewolf named Sotolun Suyue retreated cautiously.

"Damn it, why did you encounter a key target?"

Only now did his heart beat faster. The big werewolf's tail was shaking violently now, with a frightened look on his face: "Are they all together? Did they just come? How unlucky am I!"

"Almost...maybe seriously injured or even dead!"

Ian Silver Peak, an imperial genius who suddenly appeared like a natural disaster.

In the list summarized internally by Cangtian Royal Court, there are monsters classified at the 'Key Observation' level.

He is regarded as a being on the same level as the youngest son of Khan, the chief student of Qingyue Spire, the heir to Canaan's Molvo soil tribe, and the eldest grandson of Emperor Setar. He can be ranked in the top ten in the entire exploration camp and even the entire younger generation of Terra.

Sotolun is quite arrogant about his own strength. He believes that among the younger generation, he is definitely a first-rate powerhouse. The third level can only be reached with hard work and time, and he is worthy of the blood flowing in his body.

But when it comes to those 'monsters' that are under special observation, he can only get away with them at most, and he doesn't even dare to fight.

If you want to say why...you can tell just by looking at your age!

The seventeen-year-old second level has also mastered advanced quality control skills, and even had a terrifying performance of shooting down three enemy planes in one battle while piloting an armor (mountain people's civil war), which is called ACE is no exaggeration!

It's not that he can't handle the elf assassin, but he can just handle it.

Sautoren had watched the video of the battle between Ian and the Elf Assassin several times. Although it looked like it was just a tie, in fact, he could tell that Ian stood motionless from beginning to end. Even with just one hand raised, he can suppress the opponent's entire team with such ease, which is not at the same level of combat power as him!

And as the intelligence department of the Cangtian Royal Court continued to compile information and dig into Ian Yinfeng's performance, basically everyone in the exploration team took a breath of cold air.

——Suppressing the unrest among the mountain people alone?

——Becoming the envoy of the Dragon God with dragon blood, controlling the ruins of the mountain people's holy land, and repelling the construct knights of the Flying Flame Land?

——At the same time, he is also an almost master-level alchemist, developing a variety of new weapons, pharmaceuticals, and even war equipment and development facilities? !

"real or fake?"

Even the young Khan, who was usually indifferent to everything and always looked at everything with a bored look, after reading these materials, he took the initiative to question for the first time: "Everything else is fine, I don't think so. It can be done, but the last alchemy...how can he achieve the comprehensive development of sublimation skills, alchemy and inscriptions?"

"Is this information true or false? Does it mean that the credit of the entire territory is attributed to him alone?"

It's no wonder that everyone is so skeptical... After all, this kind of ability, in the Lost Era or the initial period of the Terra Era, can independently establish a country and become the founding leader-if the mountain people had it three hundred years earlier, A leader of this level will not be conquered by the empire at all, but will become a small independent country by taking advantage of the location of the Baisen Mountains like Junling Castle or Canaan Moore!

At least, there will be an Imperial Duke here in Nanling, unlike now, with no political voice!

Of course, these are all things that have been analyzed a long time ago... What really made Sotolun's hair stand on end was because of another thing.

"So much murderous intent... No, he didn't treat me as a living person at all!"

The werewolf still felt a chill running down his spine, and a pair of cold and curious blue eyes appeared in his mind - Ian Yinfeng... The look he looked at him just now was that of a chef looking at the meat on the chopping board, making alchemy. The magician looks at the experimental subject on his experimental table!

That was the cold malice that could completely tear him into pieces with one glance, and he would definitely do so if given the chance!

"It's so scary. How many people has he killed and how many human experiments has he done?!"

With his heart pounding all the time, Sotolun returned to the camp of the Heavenly Palace. As a member of the official exploration team, the guard knights were all familiar with him and let him enter without much inspection. Some of the distracted werewolves asked for some meat. and tea, sitting at the side of the cafeteria to calm down.

Noisy sounds came to my ears.

"The early exploration team that was building the camp on the second level discovered another good thing. It is said to be a brand-new sublimation magic plant that can reverse part of the distortion. It was bought by scholars in the City of Knowledge."

"The teams from the Canaan Moore Dragon Worship Cult and Yanjiang have also arrived today, and they are expected to officially set off tomorrow. Ian Yinfeng... is stronger than Dragon Blood's Anfa? I can't see it, it's just Ember Lantern The eldest lady of the family just doesn’t want to go out in person.”

"It's not that easy. Longdao and the elves have been cooperating for so long and haven't solved the problem of blood conflict. She probably can't move without a prosthetic body, right? Fortunately, they can still find the second leader... this Yinfeng family The young head of the family is really amazing."

"But His Highness is still the strongest."

"Brothers, new news is here. We were assigned to the third batch to enter, the east entrance of the ruins! It's a pity that we are not the first..."

"The first and second ones must be the elves and the empire. Other countries have also sent their elites. Although His Highness is strong, it is impossible for him to dominate."

"Actually, this is also an opportunity. The eldest son of the Setar royal family, the son of Carlos of Glory, is also in the exploration team... It just happens to stomp on the arrogance of those imperial people and let them know that the blood of the World Eaters is better than theirs. The glowing bird must be stronger!"

"More than that! It is said that the young heir of the Fertile Soil Department has been designated as the future top... The older generation is leaving, and this group of young people will be one of the future kings. If they can all be included in this exploration, Defeating him will boost the reputation of the royal court!"

Sotolun actually agreed with these remarks, which is why he wandered the streets and challenged other members of the exploration team.

The Cangtian Royal Court is a country that is very proud of their bloodline and race. In order to prove that they are better than others, they will use all means.

Drinking the calming tea, the werewolf felt his heart gradually calm down and got rid of the fear that Ian gave him.

With the tranquility of the mind, the surrounding world gradually becomes quieter and no longer noisy...

No. wrong!

There was really no sound in the entire canteen!

Sotolun raised his head in shock. He heard a steady and rhythmic footsteps. The sound kept vibrating in accordance with his heartbeat, causing his body to vibrate with it... No! It was this step that forced the heartbeats of everyone present to synchronize!

Many weaker staff members have collapsed on their chairs. They are breathing rapidly, their blood oxygen levels are dropping rapidly, and they feel that the life in their bodies is being taken away and suppressed...

At the entrance, a young boy was slowly walking into the cafeteria.

"I don't like to compare myself with other strong men before I have fought. Just like fighting beasts, they don't have any respect for me or others."

This is a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old, with a low level of beast transformation, a well-proportioned physique, and a black military uniform. He has wolf ears and a long tail that all wolf-blooded demi-humans have, and pure white hair on the back of his shoulders and back. It was loose and seemed to blend into his skin.

But in complete contrast to his snow-like hair and skin, his eyes were pure black, with only the pupils being blood red. These strange and even inhuman eyes gave everyone present a sense of danger that penetrated their bones, even if he had a long face. He is quite handsome and can be called a heroic handsome boy, but under the suppression of this sense of danger, everyone can only feel that what is in front of them is an extremely terrifying man-eating giant beast.

Everyone in the camp lowered their heads and even apologized under the young man's calm gaze.

"Please...please forgive me, Your Highness Gar..."

"We got too carried away..."

"Please forgive us for our transgression..."

"I forgive you. Let's continue eating." Jia Erximoer regained his momentum in a very talkative manner, clearing the atmosphere in the entire cafeteria.

Then, he smiled and walked towards the corner of the cafeteria where some werewolves were restless.

"Cousin Sotolun. I obviously got the news that you defeated five people in a row, but now it seems that you are like a lost dog, coming back with your tail between your legs?"

When he came to Sotolun's side, the white-haired wolf boy lowered his head and said in a smiling but cold tone: "Did you meet a strong person? Cousin, I said, Yiyou Those talents that are neither good nor bad require a long period of fighting and winning to develop self-confidence.”

"But this kind of self-confidence is fragile. As long as you face a strong person who is so powerful that you don't even dare to challenge him before you mature, you will be restless and your beliefs will be unstable."

Putting his hand gently on Sotolun's shoulder, the white-haired werewolf boy rubbed his face affectionately against his cousin's almost trembling ear, just like wolves rubbing each other's hair.

He asked softly, "Did you fight him?"

Sotolun was silent for a second, then gritted his teeth and said: "...No."

Click.

There was a crisp sound of bone cracking, and Sotolun's steel bones, which were comparable to, or even better than, the strongest heavy armored skeleton, cracked, but Sotolun, who was covered in cold sweat, said nothing and just endured it silently. .

"Where's your courage?" After leaving Sotolon, Garr sat across from his cousin, his tone became impatient: "You even got the eavesdropping skill by the other party quietly - I have already I’ll get rid of it for you, and I’ll teach you, this silly old man, a lesson by the way. You won’t hold a grudge against me, right?”

"Hey, how come, I deserve it."

Garr's impatient attitude made Sotorun relieved. He knew very well that his cousin had an awkward temper. The calmer he was, the more unhappy he was. Now that he could curse and talk to him, it actually meant that his mood was getting better.

At this moment, he took a deep breath, and the originally shattered and fractured shoulder blade began to reorganize and bond at the micron level under the peristalsis of muscles. This terrifying body control ability and regenerative power made this kind of attack on Terran people Yan's severe disability turned into a "pinch the flesh" level joke in the werewolf's worldview.

Yes. What seemed to be a terrifying situation just now was, to them, just a joke on the level of ‘my cousin saw a mosquito on his cousin’s back and because he was in a bad mood, he swatted the mosquito to death with a lot of force’.

Broken bones? You still have to worry about such a small thing, it's already the second level, please don't be so squeamish.

The descendants of the Khans in the Royal Court of Ximer are all such monsters...even if they have only a meager bloodline, they can easily heal broken bones.

And the direct line is even more.

Each of them has powerful vitality and destructive power that ordinary people can't even imagine. Their playful fights as children could break each other's skulls and crush their brothers' hearts.

It sounds like they are killing each other like raising poisons. Using this method to determine the strongest child is dark, cruel, and disgusting.

But actually not at all.

Ordinary people's minds simply cannot understand the otherworldly logic among the top bloodline nobles... If you break your skull, just stick it with some saliva; if you crush your heart, go eat something nearby, sleep, and wake up. Wouldn’t that be great?

Even if the soul is wiped out, it will only take a few more months to recuperate and wait for the body to grow a new soul.

For ordinary ascendants, it is an extremely terrible injury. For these World-Eating Wolfs, the most direct descendants of the Blade of Punishment, it is the same as breaking the flesh on the knee from wrestling or accidentally losing a tooth. , are minor injuries that although painful, are definitely not fatal.

As long as the heart, soul and brain are not destroyed at the same time, no matter how serious the injury is, no matter how excessive the slapstick seems, the Great Khan will not care, and will even smile and show his fangs, admiring the tearing instinct of his blood. The bite and killing intent have not faded.

If these little wolves dare to show their fangs to him and dare to raise their swords to him in the future, that would be the most beautiful expression of family affection.

It's nothing more than...an ordinary mother-daughter quarrel or father-son fight.

Of course, no matter how strong the vitality is, the pain will still hurt. Even because of the over-developed and sensitive nerves and perception, the people of the Ximer royal family will even suffer more pain after being injured.

But he couldn't bear even this pain, so he might as well commit suicide early to avoid embarrassing the royal court.

"I really don't know about the bug, but I guess it was placed by Xio, the Dragon of the Void Realm. As you know, I'm not very keen in this area."

Sotolun knew that his cousin's unhappiness had been vented, so he sighed and gave half of his food to him: "As for that Ian Silverfeng... I'm not afraid of you being angry, because of his murderous intent. It’s almost as scary as you, but it’s completely different. It’s not the kind of hunting or killing intent on the battlefield... but a calm, inhuman overlook, like, like..."

The big werewolf racked his brains to think of adjectives. After more than ten seconds, he finally found the appropriate thing: "Yes, it's like a natural disaster!"

"He destroyed me just as easily as a natural disaster destroyed a hut! I judged that he would kill me instantly if I went up, so I gave up the challenge."

"Oh...that's it."

He picked up the steak from his cousin's plate, ate it directly with his hands, and put it into his mouth. Gaar raised his head vaguely and muttered to himself: "You have made some progress, and you can actually sense the other party's 'mental energy'. "

"It seems that Ian Yinfeng has grasped the key to the Heart Light Body. He is indeed a genius on the same level as me."

"Really?"

At this time, Sotolun was a little unbelievable: "Can he actually compete with you? Although he is not really a civilian genius, but a reborn poor family, but with someone as noble as you..."

"Don't underestimate civilian geniuses."

After swallowing the meat steak, Garr stuck out his scarlet tongue. He licked the meat juice from the corner of his mouth with a rather inelegant movement. He continued to pick out a piece of meat steak casually and chewed: "The most powerful civilian genius in the world, his name is Fu Riderich - the great master craftsman does not have any blood, he is just a pure ordinary person. His talent is not to mention the great khan. If you add up all the fifth energy levels in our era, he would be ashamed. He can do it with just one finger. He can hang up and humiliate us 'geniuses' who rely on blood."

"We are powerful and can be confident. This is the capital that blood gives us, but don't be too confident. Arrogant people cannot reach the third level. Cousin, you have to pay attention to... humility."

After noticing that Sotolun nodded blankly, the werewolf boy glanced out the window with his black-red eyes. He smiled and said, "Of course, I don't think that Ian is the second great master craftsman. How powerful he really is. We’ll talk about it after we get to the ruins and hand over our hands.”

"It's just a pity. I thought he could beat you half to death and send you back, so that I can analyze his fighting techniques and the purity of the essence from your body... Oh, cousin, why didn't you fight? Woolen cloth?"

Having said this, he sighed: "Even if it is an instant kill, it will leave some traces."

"I don't dare..." Sotolun took a sip of tea and muttered in a low voice: "I'm afraid he will tear me apart directly..."

"Sotorum's decision was the right one."

A cold female voice sounded, and quietly, an elf girl sat on another seat at the table without any warning.

The girl's long ears were erect, and her long black hair hung down her shoulders. There was a hint of crimson in the corners of her eyes, as if a little color suddenly appeared in a painting that was only black and white, adding to the cold and calm temperament. He added a bit of humanity: "I just took a look from a distance. In addition to my old rival Anfa and the beautiful boy, the rumored abnormal dragon is also in better condition than we imagined."

"There is no need for Ian to take action at all. Both Anfa and Xio can easily deal with Sotolun. There is no need for our combat power to be seriously injured to obtain information that has been known for a long time."

"Galan, you're here." Garan was not surprised at all, but Sotolun beside him almost stood up in shock.

Because the outstandingly beautiful elf girl in front of her, with a slender waist and blazing golden eyes, is none other than Galan Guoyu... the elf genius who is said to inherit the inheritance of the top fifth level in the future!

Although Sotolun knew that his side had already formed an alliance with the "Pillar Party" among the elves, he still couldn't believe it: "Why are you here like this? The leader of Canaan Moore's team is not the Golden Prisoner of the Fertile Soil Department. Cage Mafa? If the Sustaining Party discovers it..."

"This is Canaan Moore. It is not a place to maintain one party." Although the black-haired and golden-eyed elf girl has a cold temperament, she is not taciturn. She shook her head and said: "Elder Marfa does not have jurisdiction over us... The exploration team is not He alone has the final say, and the strong man of our clan is not far away."

After hearing this, everyone understood - the maintenance party and the pillar party are still fighting among themselves. The maintenance party relied on its advantage as the ruling party to let the fourth-level powerhouse on its side become the official exploration team of Canaan Moore. The leader of the team, but the ruins are located in Canaan Moore after all, and the fourth level of the elves can appear anytime they want!

Therefore, today's Canaan Moore exploration team has actually split into two parts. Part of them joined forces with the empire, and part of them joined forces with the Cangtian Royal Court.

"Korando Ferrotu can't beat me, and it's unpleasant that his uncle Mafa is in charge." Gallan unceremoniously picked up the teapot from Sotolun's hand and poured herself a cup. She sipped the tea and said: "But Ai Na Setar... is more restrained to me. Dragon Island and the Ember Light Department (Ian and his party) are also quite troublesome, not to mention the idiot over at the City of Knowledge. I went over to discuss it in person, and he was very troublesome from beginning to end. I didn’t reply a word, I just meditated and read a book.”

"And I can't even attack him. That's a defense technique that misses reality and subspace. They're all tough guys."

"If you are in trouble, find someone. There is strength in numbers. The same goes for wolves, and so do people." Although he seems to be a very arrogant person, Garar, the youngest son of the Khan, said surprisingly down to earth: "But now it seems , there is no way to gain an advantage in terms of numbers...we can only rely on our abilities."

Having said this, he folded his hands in front of his chest and showed a sharp-toothed smile: "However, being able to fight against so many opponents that I would never encounter at ordinary times..."

"It's not a bad feeling either."

…

"How many temptations have we encountered along the way?"

On the road to the camp, Ian complained: "The werewolf from before, and the sneaking elves behind us, have been watching our fluctuations from a distance in the virtual realm, and the dwarf who wanted to drink with me just now-counting those There are at least a dozen guys from different origins who are fair and square on the street, right?"

"It's not bad." Compared to Ian who is used to hiding his identity and hiding behind his vest, Anfa and Isengard are quite accustomed to this level of attention. Isen patted his friend's shoulder and comforted: " You're just not used to standing under the eyes of everyone, so it's okay, there are only a dozen or so, depending on the situation, so it's quite restrained."

"Mainly because I didn't expect it."

Ian sighed: "I do have a lot of hidden secrets, and I'm not very good at standing in front of these snoops who are trying hard to figure out the truth... But what I'm not used to is that they don't take action - each one has a hidden intention or a clear intention. There may be some hidden hostility, but they don’t attack, they just hide..."

"Ha, no wonder His Highness Carlos specifically came to talk to me about the 'Art of Deception'. He had already guessed that I was a prophet and knew the current situation in the camp, so he reminded me not to do this for such a 'general purpose'. He lost his cool due to threats and was unable to judge the future."

Even Ian can't spy on everyone's thoughts and actions. He can only try to find out what's going on, and the strong men in Terra are all self-aware people. They may go crazy or crazy. , will be obsessed with one thing and ignore all other external things - but when it comes to important things, things about dreams and beliefs, they will never make too outrageous mistakes.

Just like the prying eyes and greetings that Ian and others have encountered since they boarded the airship... Following the first one, the werewolf from the Cangtian Palace, Ian and others encountered spying and greetings one after another. Someone who comes over to chat.

Most of them observed from a distance and retreated when they were discovered, but there were also cases where the dwarves from Guntregham came over to say hello enthusiastically and even shared a large bottle of wine. Although Ian did not drink, he did not refuse. At this moment, he is holding this bottle of high-purity water of life, which is said to be extremely powerful, in his arms, planning to put it in the room later.

drink? Only fools drink this kind of solvent-level source alcohol! No need to trouble your stomach.

"Now I'm completely famous. I can't pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger." Ian comforted himself: "But it's a good thing to think about it carefully. As long as our exploration process goes smoothly this time, it will be equivalent to facing the whole Terra at once. It’s much easier for high-level advertising to attract sponsorship in the territory.”

"Of course." "Definitely." Isengard and Anfa said in unison. As the investors and sponsors of Xiahui Ling, they have also made up their minds at the same time to increase their investment to avoid having their shares diluted by other tycoons who don't know where they came from!

But Ian didn't really think about it that much. He didn't understand financial investment psychology very well. He just felt that the more money he had, the easier it would be to collect money.

Just like every formal exploration team has a big force behind it, the background of the Empire's Dragon Worshiping Cult exploration team is actually Dragon Island. The King of the Mountain, Ben Long, is the plenipotentiary envoy of Dragon Island, and the eldest prince Carlos is also a prince who has a very good relationship with Dragon Island. Therefore, although the Nanling Dragon Worship Cult is very poor, with the support of the empire, the camp is quite luxurious, even better than Ian's lord's mansion in Xiahui is even more luxurious.

A big room, a big bathroom, and even a private hot spring - when Ian saw that the room that took less than a week to build actually had an artificial hot spring made of fine cobblestones, he really understood... When high-level When the sublimated person really wants to enjoy, he can get all the desires he wants without any effort.

Therefore... I'm afraid they no longer care about such ordinary desires... so they fell into what ordinary people would consider madness.

These are already two worlds. Not just material enjoyment, but two worlds in spiritual terms.

It's not that Ian doesn't like to have fun, it's mainly because he is used to staying in the study for long periods of time to work and practice. For more than half a year in Xiahui Ling, he actually didn't even go to bed a few times.

"Everyone should have a good rest today."

Soon, as Ian and everyone settled in the camp, the notice came - they would prepare for a day tomorrow and set off directly the morning after tomorrow to start the exploration operation of the Alien Research Institute.

It sounds abrupt, but in fact, Canaan Moore officials have been making preparations for this exploration for a long time.

The first and second floors of the ruins already have the most basic camps. The exploration team can come there to rest after being tired and injured after exploring the depths.

These elite exploration teams are meant to go deeper, to dangerous areas that are inaccessible to ordinary people, to discover the true secrets of the ruins. The most time-consuming camp construction does not require their own hands. Once everyone is here, they can start directly. .

Ian didn't have any objections to this, and he was even a little impatient at the moment.

late at night. While everyone was recharging their energy and preparing for the upcoming formal exploration, Ian did not rest, but sat on the edge of his bed.

At this moment, he was meditating with his eyes closed, adjusting the state of the 'Essence Furnace Heart' and 'Ancient Dragon Heart Core' in his body, in order to adjust the Pioneer of Steel to the best state to cope with the upcoming challenges.

However, at this moment, the young man frowned slightly.

"Huh?" Opening his eyes, Ian stood up and quickly came to the window.

His spiritual power gave him an inexplicable premonition... Ian frowned and looked out the window at the exploration camp, with cyan light flashing in his eyes.

Then, there was a scene that surprised him.

In the precognitive vision, the entire camp was shrouded in dark clouds, and scarlet lightning was like a tsunami, churning endlessly in the black sea of ​​clouds, erupting with an extremely terrifying aura of death.

Everyone, except for the fourth-level experts, everyone in the camp has at least a bright red 'death crisis'!

This scene actually only made Ian's heart move slightly. He was not surprised at all, but had a feeling of 'it's true'.

But what happened next really shocked him.

Because in the next moment, all the dark fog and blood-red lightning disappeared - the fog in the entire camp returned to normal. Although some people still had death crises or even certain death situations, they were within the normal range. , most people, especially the logistics personnel walking on the street, are covered in the most ordinary white and blue mist.

Even more than that.

While Ian was still looking around the camp outside the window in surprise, dozens of seconds later, the dark mist and the blood-colored lightning wave came again - and then everything returned to normal... In short, it was such a cyclic transformation, just like a heartbeat.

"This is……"

After noticing this phenomenon, Ian looked solemn: "Is this interference from other prophets? Or... is there really an unpredictable future?"

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