Chapter 450: Tough Attitude

Surprise and astonishment emerged from Nisir's face.

He looked at Qin Ran with more surprise than his expression. He had just reached a conclusion in his heart and was overthrown just like that.

For Nisir, it was not a pleasant thing.

It's just that he can't think about it any more.

A murderous intent far colder and sharper than the sword on his neck pierced into his heart.

Nisir knew that Qin Ran in front of him was not joking.

If he didn't say anything, Qin Ran would really dare to kill him.

When he saw Qin Ran's plain and emotionless eyes, such a thought suddenly appeared in his heart.

"Shi Qi is in the hall with other people who participated in the trial, and..."

"Congratulations, you passed the level!"

Nisir took a deep breath and said.

Then, Nisir pointed to the tip of the sword in front of him, and said slowly: "I think we have other, more suitable communication methods!"

"Yeah?"

"But I think our communication method should be so direct—now, let those guys who are close to here go back obediently, otherwise I won't guarantee that I will do anything!"

"Also, take me to see Shi Qi immediately!"

Qin Ran glanced at the seemingly empty cabin with a sneer. The murderous aura accumulated entirely by killing was like a whirlwind, filling the room with whistling sound.

call!

The bonfire seedlings in the house suddenly became shorter.

A soul-shivering cold began to spread, making the people who had just approached here stop, as if they were frozen.

But more of them were terrified.

It was as if he had seen the most terrifying monster.

Feeling the state of these assistants and apprentices who have never experienced real combat, Nisir sighed helplessly after the gap, and couldn't help but said: "2567, I told you that you have passed the level! You don't have to..."

"I said, take me to see Shi Qi immediately!"

Kieran moved his wrist slightly forward, and the point of the sword of [Arrogant Words] was firmly nailed to Nisir's neck, with traces of red running down the point of the sword.

The strange light on the blade began to flicker.

The tough, stone-like attitude made it impossible for Nisir to continue speaking.

Nisir looked at Qin Ran who was holding a giant sword and looking calm. At this moment, Nissir seemed to see another figure.

Therefore, Nisir finally said nothing.

Because, Nisir knew that it was useless to say anything now.

The only way is to bring Qin Ran to see Shi Qi.

"Are you sure you're Nikore's assistant?"

"Exactly the same bad temper!"

With an inexplicable sigh in his heart, Nisir raised his hand and pressed the crystal ball.

Click!

With the sound of a machine spring turning, the bed on one side of the wooden house began to descend, and a ladder appeared there.

"follow me!"

Nisir said, and strode over.

Qin Ran followed without hesitation.

From the beginning to the end, [Words of Arrogance] was placed on the opponent's shoulder, and the blade was always pressed against Nisir's neck.

It looks like a sword is on the verge of breaking out.

The other party is one of the examiners of this trial.

Qin Ran naturally knew.

But just because he knew it, Kieran chose to do this.

He needs to let the Holy Church have scruples about him, instead of being unscrupulous towards him!

This time, Shi Qi was used as the 'material for the trial'.

What about next time?

Even if Qin Ran guessed the intention of the holy hall - the choice between tasks and friends, and based on this, he began to extend to life, comrades, companions and other heights.

Each can be said to be the beauty of life.

Each item can be called the yearning of people.

But this doesn't mean that Kieran is willing to let the other party build such beauty and yearning on his painful choice.

Even if he admits such beauty and longing, it is the same.

In fact, if Kieran hadn't guessed the situation of the trial before him, when he saw Nisir again, he would not be a threat, but would kill him directly.

The kind without hesitation.

Therefore, Nisir's feeling of killing intent was not a myth, but a real one.

and……

Until now, such killing intent has not disappeared.

Nisir, who was hung around his neck by [Words of Arrogance], felt it most clearly.

"Not only does she have Nicole's stinky temper, but also her manner of doing things is directly approaching Tiki?"

Nisir felt a little regretful at this moment.

It was originally just a normal trial test, why did he insist on running to join in the fun after hearing that Nikelle's assistant was coming?

Shouldn't he be in his room at this moment to make a brand new training plan for the group of testers who may appear paladins?

It shouldn't be like this!

The distressed Nisir walked faster and faster.

He wished he could quickly get rid of Qin Ran behind him.

But in a certain huge room, one of the few people watching the scene in front of him laughed out loud.

That laughter is extremely carefree.

Just by hearing the sound.

Moreover, by listening to the long-lasting meaning, one can know the degree of enjoyment in it.

"teacher."

Boyle, who was standing on one side, saw the increasingly ugly faces of the other people in the room, and had to remind his teacher aloud.

"Boyle, well done!"

"You finally found a suitable person to participate in the trial—it's really wonderful. Did you see Nisir's expression?"

"It's really wonderful!"

The old man with a strong figure and a shirtless upper body showing his scars shouted loudly in this icy environment.

Moreover, the old man was really very happy, looking at the stone table that was photographed thumping and flakes of stone flying around.

But in the room, the faces of the other people who saw this scene were even uglier.

"Smoot!"

"This is the resolution hall of the Holy Church. Now someone is despising the majesty of the Holy Church. I propose to abolish his qualifications!"

An old man whose hair had long since fallen out and whose snow-white beard had grown to his chest shouted in a low voice.

"What are you talking about? Louder!"

"I can't hear what you're saying, trash Simon!"

Smoot, who was shirtless, raised his right hand and stretched out his little finger. After clapping his ears, he squinted at the old man who was speaking in front of him.

"you!"

With a humiliating title, the old man named Simon stood up abruptly and glared at Smoot.

"I thought you were going to attack me directly!"

"What a waste!"

Smoot flicked his pinky finger in Simon's direction, and an obvious earwax flew into Simon's face.

boom!

Amidst the explosion of hundreds of kilograms of explosives, Simon, who was hit by earwax, seemed to have been hit by a heavy truck!

Not only did it fly directly, but it was also embedded into the solid wall beside it.

"Smoot!"

The remaining two people in the room spoke.

A middle-aged man with a short stature and such a shape that he has a beard mopping the floor.

The other is a woman with a beautiful face and no age.

Following the words, the two stood in front of Smoot, one left and one right.

"Meyer, O'Hara?"

"You also stand with trash Simon?"

Smoot raised an eyebrow.

"No, we just..."

"I don't care what you are for, I just want to say one thing - I am in charge of this trial in the temple, and I have the final say on whether they are qualified!"

"Anyone! Anyone! If you dare to point fingers and move these testers at will, I will pull out his skin and tear his bones!"

Smoot directly interrupted Meyer's words and said loudly.

While speaking, Smoot looked in one direction: Simon, who was beaten into the wall.

After speaking, Smoot turned and left.

Not giving anyone a chance to explain at all.

Boyle looked at the teacher's back with a wry smile, apologized to Meyer and O'Hara once again, and then quickly chased after him.

As for Simon?

Boyle didn't even look at it.

PS first update~