Chapter 167:
The First Holy City, the core of the First Holy Tower area, is also the core of the entire magician world. There are countless high-level existences here, and there are countless powerful forces here. A magician once said, If you want to experience the power of the magician world, go to the First Holy City!
Of course, no matter how large the number of high-level beings in the First Holy City is, no matter how countless the powerful forces in the First Holy City are, they can never compare to a magician!
That is, the magician who lives in the First Holy Tower. He is recognized as the strongest in the entire magician world. He is also the creator of the magician code, the defender of the order of the magician world, and the guardian of the magician world - magic. emperor!
Not far outside the Holy City, a void suddenly cracked, and two figures walked out of it. It was the Flame Hand and the Sith. With the Flame Hand, a seventh-level being, leading the way, the Sith walked out without any danger. Come out of the endless "nothing".
Standing in the void, without any reason, Sith looked up and saw a huge tower exuding the eternal atmosphere!
There is nothing magical about it. It looks just like an ordinary high tower. The spire penetrates deeply into the void and seems to lead to an unnamed place. The body of the tower is not thick, at least in Sith. It seems to be far different from the Fourth Holy Tower. You must know that the Fourth Holy Tower occupies an area as large as half the Holy City!
But for no reason, Sith just felt that this giant tower contained unparalleled power, like a sword with all its edges buried deep, without any clues. Only when it shines the sword will it be known. The sharpness!
The first holy tower! This is the First Holy Tower. Sith naturally compared it with the Fourth Holy Tower he had seen. If the Fourth Holy Tower is a giant tower filled with explosions and flames, then this The Holy Tower is a giant tower floating in the long river of time, quietly overlooking the common people!
On the other hand, the Hand of Flame did not disturb the Sith. This is what everyone who comes to the First Holy City will do. The First Holy Tower is the holy place in the mind of every magician!
"This is the First Holy Tower, the eternal First Holy Tower. Its history can span ancient times, and it is a witness to the development of the entire magician world!" Seeing Sith's eyes retracted, the Flame Hand explained. One sentence.
"Let's go to the Holy City first and meet the organizer of the Holy Tower Qualification Tournament. The First Holy Tower, you will see it every day during this period." Sith nodded and followed the
Hand of Flame in. This is the first holy city with countless legends.
The layout of the entire Holy City is very similar to that of the Fourth Holy City. If it were not for the First Holy Tower in the center, Sith would even mistakenly think that this is the Fourth Holy City.
And in the First Holy City, Sith finally saw what it was like to have so-called high-level beings as numerous as dogs. Just now, Sith had already seen several batches of fourth-level great magicians who had already condensed their true bodies. , if it were anywhere else, the existence of the fourth level would be like a dragon that sees its head but never ends... In the
center of the Holy City, next to the First Holy Tower, a magician with a long beard was sitting there, In front of him is a very complicated-looking alchemical model, which he is studying with concentration.
In the distance, the Hand of Fire slowly walked over with the Sith. When he looked up, he saw an old man with a white beard scratching his white hair. From time to time, a few strands would be pulled off because of too much force. , an old face turned red from anxiety, and from time to time he stood up and cursed.
"How could it be, this old guy..." The Flame Hand's usually plain face was stunned for a moment, but he immediately began to smile bitterly. What happened to the First Holy Tower? How could this old guy come out to greet him?
Because Sith was following the Hand of Flame, he didn't see the other person's expression.
"That's right there. If you see the old man with the white beard, just go find him with the token." In the distance, the Hand of Flame stopped and pointed at the magician who was spinning around in front of him.
Sith nodded. It was his first time to participate in the Battle of the Holy Tower, so he didn't know what to do yet. Hearing what the Flame Hand said, he agreed, held the token and walked over.
When he came to the old man's side, Sith was not sure what level this old guy was. Adhering to the tradition of respecting the elderly, Sith took the token and saluted respectfully: "Master, I am here to participate in the qualification for the Holy Tower. Fight."
After saying it once, Sith didn't get any response. He thought the old man didn't hear it, so he said it again.
This time the old man reacted. He raised his face and opened his mouth and cursed: "What are you doing? What happened to the battle of the Holy Tower? Leave me alone if you have something to do. Didn't you see that the old man is busy? Tell you. , if you dare to disturb me again, the old man will send you home directly and participate in the battle of the Holy Tower, you pig!" Sith
froze on the spot, just standing there and accepting the old guy's foul curses. , he didn't react at all, didn't he just want to receive him, why did he open his mouth and curse.
In the distance, the flame hand stood there, unconsciously wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, looking at the Sith who was being sprayed with lingering fear, and smiled: "You kid used the teacher's face to let me do it in front of the students. Lower your head, now let me have a taste of it, hahaha..."
Finally, after enduring for an hour, the old man finally stopped, lowered his head again and began to study the model, leaving him still stunned. The Sith are there.
It took a long time for Sith to recover from the curse and patted his chest. The old guy in the magician world couldn't be offended easily, so he planned to ignore it and wait nearby.
But just when he turned around, Sis glanced at the model that the old guy was studying. That thing looked very familiar... Wait, it's not familiar at all, it's obviously his
. The model of the magic pistol! Although it is just the simplest model of a magic pistol, why does this thing appear here?
It seems that this old guy is related to Old Man Moore. He may also be from that distant trading company, but the other person also looks very stupid. After studying for a long time, he is still scratching his hair. It seems that he has no clue.
At this time, the old man made another move. He grabbed the model of the magic pistol and pulled the barrel down hard, as if he wanted to dismantle the model, but the other party's method was like dismantling it with brute force. Although the magician's physical strength can already bend the barrel of the gun...
Sith can't bear it anymore. For him, machinery is as important as life. The opponent's clumsy movements, and That kind of stupid understanding of machinery makes Sith no longer able to stand it!
There are two more updates tonight, don’t go away
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