Fenglang City, the northwestern border of the country of Chiang, after experiencing a bloody baptism, the outside of Fenglang City is now covered with smoke and war.

Although the doors and windows in the city were damaged, the thick bricks and tiles stood tall and unmoving.

The war that I just experienced did not seem to have left too many traces on those rock-solid buildings.

Night had already come, and the tent of the central army of the Dalu Empire with 100,000 wolf cavalry in golden armor had already been moved to Fenglang City. At this time, outside Fenglang City, there were bright bonfires around.

The 100,000 wolf cavalry and golden armor were arranged in an orderly manner into thousands of small groups, and the countless military tents of all sizes surrounded Fenglang City.

A waning moon hangs in the sky, and countless stars surround this waning moon, densely distributed in the night sky.

At this moment, Fenglang City is like the scene of stars holding the moon in the sky.

A large building complex in Fenglang City, although it was baptized by war last night, was cleaned up at this moment.

In this complex, a tall gatehouse is particularly eye-catching. There is a huge plaque standing on the gatehouse, with four large ink characters written in the plaque written on it: "Safeguard the internal and resist the foreign countries".

The eaves of the gate tower are even more exquisite carvings, and all kinds of birds and beasts are vividly decorated.

Entering this building, walking dozens of steps forward, and passing through a street, you can see an empty schoolyard surrounded by some gray tiles and white walls.

All the things that originally belonged to the school are cleared out. At this moment, a huge central army tent is arranged in the center of the school are arranged.

Around the central army's tent, there were thirteen or fourteen small military tents neatly arranged, and dozens of bonfires illuminated the huge schoolyard.

Next to each bonfire, three or five soldiers were sitting around the bonfire, eating the food in their hands with relish.

Several teams of night patrol soldiers were interspersed and traveled back and forth in every corner of the school ground, and the guards here were absolutely strict.

...

In the central army's large tent, several oil basins were lit up, and the flames shone brightly inside the tent.

Sima Mao, Black Qilin and Oriental Yufu, these three top figures in the Dalu Empire, were sitting at the dining table in the big tent, enjoying the food.

All the guards in the tent were removed by Sima Mao, leaving behind his favorite nephew, Sima Jack.

Sima Yun stood respectfully at the dining table, serving the three seniors who enjoyed the highest honor in the Dalu Empire.

"A top high-level magician who can easily use thunder magic and the highest level of 'Thunder Recruiting Art'?"

Sima Mao opened his eyes wide with confusion, staring at the frowning black Qilin without blinking, as if he wanted to find the answer on the black Qilin.

As soon as Sima Mao said this, everyone present was shocked.

You should know that the highest level of magic master cultivation in the entire Demon-killing Continent has been in history, and the highest level of magic master cultivation is the top level. As for the ability of magic masters to reach the top level, for now, there is no clear written record in the history of Demon-killing Cong.

In addition to the verbal circumcision of people, the Taizu, who pioneered the magical genre in the early days of creation, also left some legends in the world in a vague way.

"Old Hei, are you dazzled? Although I am practicing swordsman, if I can truly practice magic to the top level, I will be a god-level figure.

But not to mention this unattainable level, the ability of the secret technique of immortality that everyone yearns for. By relying on the power of controlling the world and shaking the world alone, he has already long escaped from the potential category of mortals."

Dongfang Yufu also patted the Black Qilin's shoulder with confusion, raised her head and drank the wine in the cup. She stared at the top of the tent and felt very moved.

Sima Yun was stunned for a while when he heard this, then he found that there was no wine in Dongfang Yufu's glass. He hurriedly came to Dongfang Yufu's side and filled his glass with wine again.

"Maybe as Brother Dongfang said, my Black Qilin might have been so blurred at that time that he was blinded by the blinding technique used by the man in black. Alas... How could there be such a god in this world?"

Hei Qilin rubbed his head, put the wine glass to his mouth, then drank a sip of wine, shook his head, and then said to himself with confusion, "My magic cultivation is at least the top-level primary level? Why did he easily hit the other party's illusion?"

"The top primary magician is already the peak of the world today. There are not many people who can record the writing in the world today, and there are not many people who can break through to this level of magic cultivation!"

Sima Mao frowned, dragged his chin with his left hand, and the chopsticks in his right hand rhythmically hit the dishes beside him, and then fell into deep thought.

"Old Hei, you are one of the few top primary magicians in this world! Those who can blind you with sluts will definitely have their cultivation level above you, but there are only a few people who have cultivated to your level in this world."

Dongfang Yufu still stared at the Black Qilin with a confused look on her face.

"By the way, have you heard of Jianyuan Pavilion?"

The black Qilin suddenly patted his head, his eyes turned left and right, and his eyes fell alternately on Sima Mao and Dongfang Yufu.

"Sword Yuan Pavilion?"

Sima Mao and Dongfang Yufu basically spoke in unison.

Black Qilin nodded, and couldn't wait to get the answer from Sima Mao and Dongfang Yufu, but stared at the two of them without blinking.

What disappointed Black Qilin was that Sima Mao and Dongfang Yufu actually shook their heads at him at the same time.

The scene suddenly fell into silence. Even the younger generation Sima Yun who was serving aside seemed to feel an invisible terrifying force deep in his heart, crushing his spiritual consciousness and making him unable to breathe.

After a long time, Sima Mao suddenly sighed and took the lead in breaking the quiet atmosphere of the scene.

But seeing Sima Mao pick up the wine glass in front of him without any haste, tilt his head and drank the wine in the glass, he immediately said lightly: "The most powerful magician in the country of Cyan is Lin Siyu. Could it be that Lin Siyu's cultivation has suddenly advanced from top intermediate magic to top high-level magic in recent years? Is this speed of advancement in the cultivation of magic? Isn't it that Lin Siyu's cultivation has suddenly advanced from top intermediate magic to top high-level magic?

"But from the accent of the masked man in black, he was obviously a man." Hei Qilin shook his head and retorted.

"That's strange? Could it be that the masked man in black is not from the Cyan country?" Dongfang Yufu said in surprise.

"Since I am not from the Iron Country, why did you come to the Iron Country to make things difficult for my Dalu Empire?" Hei Qilin still shook his head and refuted Dongfang Yufu.

Sima Mao suddenly picked up the wine glass and saw that there was no wine in the glass. He immediately put down the wine glass and coughed twice.

Sima Yun, who was standing aside and was distracted, suddenly woke up and hurriedly filled the three seniors on the table with glasses of wine.

"Since you can't guess thoroughly, let's not think about it. It is important to drink and eat vegetables and complete the important task entrusted by the king." Sima Mao raised his wine glass again and said in a heavy tone: "After all, there are still many talented masters hidden in this world. The history of killing demons has not been recorded in the book. These hidden masters are unknown to everyone, and it is understandable."

Dongfang Yufu and Hei Qilin raised their wine glasses one after another. The three of them drank the wine in the glass at the same time and smiled one after another.

Sima Yun, who was serving the side, hurried forward and filled the three seniors at the table with wine again.

Sima Mao looked at his favorite nephew Sima Yun, and suddenly recalled the situation when his elder brother and sister-in-law went to the foggy swamp in the northwest of Dalu to experience the situation.

Sima Jack was still very young at that time, and when he parted with his parents, Sima Jack never saw his parents again.

Sima Mao was always drunk with martial arts, and he had no marriage in this life, so naturally he had no descendants.

Sima Yun was raised by himself and always with him. Therefore, Sima Mao’s love for Sima Yun is no less than his elder brother.

Sima Mao was usually extremely serious in governing the military. As long as there were subordinates in the army, Sima Mao told Sima Yun not to call him uncle.

But as long as the door is closed, Sima Mao asked Sima Yun to call himself uncle.

"Yun'er, you can also pour yourself a glass of wine and toast you Uncle Dongfang and Uncle Qilin." Sima Mao suddenly recalled his elder brother and felt a sense of sorrow in his heart. But Sima Mao was a passionate man who had been tempering on the battlefield for a lifetime. Although he was sad, his face was still calm.

"As for the order, uncle." Sima Yun responded, and immediately took an empty wine glass and filled himself with wine.

"My nephew Sima Maojing Uncle Dongfang and Uncle Qilin have a cup."

Sima Yun held the wine glass in both hands, bowed to Dongfang Yufu and Hei Qilin, and then said respectfully: "My nephew is the first to be respectful, and the two uncles are as good as you want."

After saying this, Sima Yun raised his head and drank the wine in his glass.
Chapter completed!