Chapter 114: The Magic Robe God Source (3)

With this divine source, Ye Yinzhu does not need to consider the influence of external magic elements in practice in the future, and can also improve his own strength faster by absorbing the aura in it.

Nina shook her hand gently, "Don't ask, these are all things between me and him. No matter what the two of us are, you are our grandson. You don't have to let him come to see me. If he really wants to come to me, he will come naturally. Otherwise, what's the point of forcing me?"

"Grandma, are there any misunderstandings between you and Grandpa Qin?" Ye Yinzhu couldn't help asking.

Nina sighed, "If it is just a misunderstanding between us, do you think our intelligence will not be relieved? Child, go, and those warriors are waiting for you. I will ask Dean Ferguson to temporarily block a certain range of our Divine Sound Department dormitory. However, you can only stay in the academy for a day. You must remember that you cannot take off the Divine Source in front of anyone. When you wear it, outsiders will not be able to feel the mystery of the Divine Source. They will only regard it as the most ordinary magic robe. But once people discover the inner layer, the pretender will definitely cause you great trouble."

As Nina said, Ye Yinzhu and the Death Warriors only stayed in the academy for one day. When everyone's bodies recovered and the ocean woke up from their coma, they quietly left the Milan Magical Martial Arts Academy under the arrangement of Dean Ferguson.

Sidov did not come, but was waiting for their arrival in the military camp of the Three Hundred Death God. When Ye Yinzhu presented more than 2,000 lions in the Sumeru Divine Ring to him, Sidov did not say anything praise. Instead, he directly issued an inhuman order. He ordered all the soldiers, including Oliveira and Ye Hongyan, to clean up their bodies and treat their injuries, to close them in the camp immediately, and the time for this tight closing was ten days.

"I heard that you brought them back through the teleportation array." Looking at Ye Yinzhu with a pale face, Seedov said lightly. At this time, he and Ye Yinzhu were the only ones on the mountain bag that could see the military camp.

Ye Yinzhu nodded, "In that case, if I want to keep everyone, I can only do that."

Seidov said: "Are you very surprised, why did you complete the task, but I kept them all closed?"

"You are naturally your reason. How can I compare to you in training?"

Sidorf said coldly: "Yinzhu. You must remember that as a commander, if you want to perfectly control your subordinates, first of all, you must do it and never let your subordinates know your true thoughts. I let them close, one is to let them rest and restore their own strength. The second is to let them better digest what they have gained and lost in this mission. Let them understand what the true meaning of survival is. After this time, although it is impossible to make those 200 people truly become warriors like the 300 Death God, with their better talent, they can at least cooperate with the 300 Death God. Yinzhu, have you noticed that among the 200 people I selected, except for Oliveira who volunteered, there are very few people from the Milan Magic and Martial Arts Academy."

Ye Yinzhu was stunned for a moment, "Grandpa Sidov, what do you mean..."

Seidov said: "These 200 people I selected were mostly from military families and had no foundation in the Milan Empire. The most important thing is that they were all orphans. The descendants of soldiers and orphans had good talents. The selection of these 200 people is not easier than cultivating the God of Death. In order to enable them to better exert their talents, I did not train them like the God of Death too early. You did not disappoint me. This task is not so much a test for them, but rather a test for you. The God of Death is three hundred and fifty hundred.

It's what I really want to see. Remember my words, the battle between the seven kingdoms and the seven dragons is meaningless to our Donglong Ba Sect. The victory or defeat doesn't matter, but every time you bring one more person back alive, the power you can master in the future will increase by one point. I'm old. I hope you will become my heir, among the younger generation of the Donglong Ba Sect. You are the most suitable candidate at the moment. No matter what happens soon, remember to take the ocean and the god of death back to Qincheng for five hundred times to protect the ocean and yourself. You are the last hope of our Donglong Ba Sect. I will come back in ten days."

The purple light flashed, and the figure of Seedorf had disappeared.

Ye Yinzhu stood there and fell into deep thought. What exactly does Seedorf's words mean? The God of Death Five Hundred gave him the purpose of the future of the East Long Ba Sect and protecting the ocean, but from the meaning of his words, it seems that something will happen in the near future. What exactly will happen? Why does what he sees from Seedorf's eyes that he is moving forward and firm?

Suddenly, Ye Yin's eyes turned into horror. Thinking of what Nina said to him yesterday, he seemed to understand something. The Far Lan is about to be closed, and wars between the eight countries on the mainland may happen at any time, and troubled times are about to be revealed. Ma Liang once said that the most hope for the Eight Sects of the East Dragon is the emergence of troubled times. That will be an opportunity for rise. Could it be that the Eight Sects of the East Dragon have also received news that they want to use the Far Lan to close and the opportunity for chaos in the Longqi Nuss continent to take advantage of the situation?

Thinking of this, Ye Yinzhu's heart suddenly became cold and was confused about the future. She practiced the innocent Qinxin since she was a child, and only had some simplest understanding of the situation of the East Dragon Eight Sect from her father. She knew nothing about the strength of the East Dragon Eight Sect and the specific situation. If she took advantage of the chaos, what would happen now is still difficult to predict. Perhaps the eight countries in the mainland have no idea about the East Dragon Eight Sect, but after Falan closed it, it was really complete.

Is it closed? Grandpa is the leader of the Bamboo Sect of the East Long Ba Sect. Once something happens to the Bamboo Sect of the East Long Ba Sect, his family will be responsible for it. Grandpa Qin is the leader of the four strongest sects of magic. This chaotic situation is really unimaginable. He has not thought much about the purpose and future of the Bamboo Sect of the East Long Ba Sect, but Ye Yinzhu never wants any problems with his family. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a headache. For a moment, he really wanted to rush back to the Blue Sky and ask his grandfather clearly.

Standing on the top of the mountain, Ye Yinzhu stood there for a long time, but the complex thoughts in his heart could not be clarified. While he was thinking, the sea of ​​spirit suddenly fluctuated, which was the elemental feeling that he had given him after becoming a foreign silver dragon. A trace of disgust appeared deep in his soul, and he turned around subconsciously. The small amount of bamboo fighting energy remaining in his body had condensed into his right hand and was ready to respond at any time.

It was a magician, with shriveled skin and wrinkled without a trace of luster. His head was covered with gray hair and a layer of dead gray. However, there were deep and restrained eyes in the deep eye sockets. Although the eyeballs were gray, the depth that was faintly revealed was terrifying. His slender body was covered with a black magic robe, which was in sharp contrast to his white hair. From any angle, his shaky body seemed to be blown down by the wind, but from this magician, Ye Yinzhu felt a kind of oppressive fear, which was a fear from the depths of his soul.

"Who are you?" Ye Yinzhu asked calmly. But he was ready to summon Zi. With his current physical condition, it was obviously impossible to confront the unfathomable magician in front of him.

"You are Ye Yinzhu. It's really not easy to find you. I haven't seen a young man as outstanding as you for a long time. I can feel my existence, worthy of being a foreign silver dragon." The old magician's voice was a little hoarse, and the expression that appeared ugly from his wrinkled face. As he spoke, he had walked less than twenty meters away from Ye Yinzhu. He walked very slowly, but there was no sound.

Ye Yinzhu said calmly: "We don't seem to know each other."

The old magician said: "Yes, this is our first meeting. My name is Yuehui."

Yuehui? When Ye Yinzhu heard this name, his eyes fluctuated. He thought of a string of titles. The patriarch of the Yuehui family, the president of the Milan Empire Magician Guild, the purple-level sixth-level magician whose magic power is above his teacher Ferguson and the Violet Family patriarch Maldini, the brother of Materocchi, and the top master of the magic world. At the same time, he is also Yue Ming's grandfather.

Knowing Yuehui's identity, Ye Yinzhu relaxed a little, "It turned out to be you. Hello, dear great magician."

Yuehui looked at Ye Yinzhu deeply, "I'm not good. Very bad. How could a grandfather who had lost his granddaughter for several months be good? After countless investigations, I found that you were among the people who disappeared at the same time as my granddaughter. When you came back, my granddaughter still had no news. When I was looking for you, you disappeared. Should you tell me something? There were four people who disappeared with you, but among you, I only heard my granddaughter mention your name."
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