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The guards here have long been tired of looking at these boring magic lines, and they all turned to look at the newcomer brought by the director of the Foreign Affairs Office. This guy is really young, but I believe that after a while, he will stare at him like these old men. These boring patterns are in a daze.

The middle-aged man whispered: "They've been stuck here for two days, the people above are very dissatisfied, and we're under a lot of pressure..."

An old magwen master suddenly turned his head and roared: "Shut up, idiot! I'll find the answer soon."

The middle-aged man could only keep his mouth shut, curled his lips, apparently disapproving of the old man's words, turned around and was about to go out.

Feng Qinglang grabbed him and said, "Where are you going?"

The middle-aged man smiled bitterly and said, "Your Excellency Qinglang, I will come to see you tomorrow morning." According to conventional thinking, Qinglang should really indulge in these magic lines immediately, and then come tomorrow by himself, maybe Qinglang may not be able to find the answer.

Feng Qinglang smiled and said, "I already know the answer, it's a very simple magic pattern question."

"Really?" The middle-aged man said in surprise, but it was more doubtful and unbelievable. The magic pattern elders of the holy spirit had studied the magic pattern for two days and had no results. You just looked at it and knew the answer?

That old magic pattern master turned his head again, and roared in a louder voice: "Boy, don't speak wild words! Humph, so it's a brat!" It turned out that he just went to see Feng Qinglang at this time.

He proudly said: "Little brat, you must have guessed that I already know the answer, that's why you said that on purpose, right?"

After speaking, he stood up from the ground, walked to the wall, climbed up the wooden ladder, came to the center of the intersection of the magic pattern, and raised his hand to draw at the blank center.

The blank space seemed to sense the breath of life, and immediately with the sliding of the finger, the corresponding magic pattern was condensed with a faint green fluorescence. The old man only paused twice halfway, but he still completed the magic pattern.

Regrettably, the magic pattern only froze for a moment, but then disappeared, returning to a blank, and nothing happened.

The middle-aged man couldn't help shrugging his shoulders. It can be seen that this kind of thing has happened many times in the past two days, and he is used to it.

The old magwen master was very unwilling, screamed in anger, and beat the blank space vigorously, but the rest of the magwen masters hurried up and persuaded him to come down.

Feng Qinglang turned to the middle-aged man and said, "Can I go up and try?"

"Of course! I'm sorry to trouble you!" The middle-aged man hurriedly responded, not paying much attention to the old magwen master's face that was so angry that it turned pale.

"New kid, don't be reckless if you are eager to make meritorious deeds. It's not good to fall down such a high ladder..." The old magwen master was in a state of shame and anger, and he didn't care about the other party's psychology when he spoke.

The middle-aged man is a bit dissatisfied, but he brought the person in himself, and he is likely to be sunny, he is a master who solved their school history problems in less than half an hour, and you old guy, let alone school history problems , Even this kind of maze level problem, I still have no idea how to solve it for two days.So he said: "Elder Zhong Ziqi, this is Master Qinglang, who came all the way from Mingguang to help me."

"What Master Qingming? I've never heard of it..." As he was talking, the old magic pattern master named Zhong Ziqi suddenly stopped. The person who solved the problem of their school history seemed to be called Qingming, shouldn't he? This is the little guy, shouldn't Qinglang be an old man, right?I heard that the senior management of the college contacted him for help, but he was rejected, why did he come again...

But Zhong Ziqi was still angry, even if it was sunny, he could not build prestige on the basis of his failure, he continued to sneer and said: "Oh, even if it is sunny, it may not be able to solve the magic pattern problem, this is not ordinary The magic pattern puzzle..."

The other magwen masters didn't help, but looked up strangely. Qingming had already arrived at the blank space, but he didn't make a move. He just stood there until the green firefly-like brilliance flowed to the blank space, and he suddenly moved. Yes, this is an extremely aura-filled fingering technique. It seems that the magic pattern that is being drawn has been practiced thousands of times without any stagnation. It froze for an instant.

Then, the magic pattern on the entire wall froze for an instant, and the light green fluorescent light disappeared completely, and then suddenly the light became brighter, which was really dazzling.

Zhong Ziqi is not an idiot, he is also a senior magic pattern master, so he naturally knows what this scene means. They have been thinking hard for two days and have not solved the puzzle, but he solved it as soon as he came.

His mocking voice stopped abruptly, his pale face turned red from anger, his lips were still trembling in a murmur, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't make any sound.

Even though the light was shining brightly, these magic pattern masters still stared wide-eyed, wanting to further see what the correct answer is.

The magic pattern wall slowly opened amid the rumbling sound, shrinking from the middle to both sides. Feng Qinglang had already climbed down the stairs at some point, and she did not forget to put the ladder on the wall next to the corridor, looking at Zhong Ziqi and others. Dazed, he explained: "This kind of cross magic pattern must be filled in at the right time, because they are dynamic, and the correct answer will only take effect when the fluorescent light reaches the intersection point. In the past two days, maybe you have deliberated I gave the correct answer, but I didn't grasp the timing of filling it in, so I couldn't open it..."

These words were thoughtful, and all the magic pattern masters except Zhong Ziqi nodded their heads in approval of Feng Qinglang's step.

Feng Qinglang suddenly stopped talking, frowning slightly, looking behind the magic pattern wall, the breath of death was surging out from the crack in the wall, full of strong evil spirit, he resolutely retreated back to the middle age Beside the man, he asked himself that he was definitely not a fighting type in this temporary organization.

He raised his voice and said, "Back back, get out of here, it's not right."

The magic pattern wall was completely opened, and the gloomy aura rushed over. The people who were reminded by Feng Qinglang retreated dozens of steps away, but they could still see something trembling in the depths of the darkness. Standing up, I seemed to feel their presence, and slowly moved towards them. In the faint, there were clusters of gloomy flames that were lighting up "whoosh, whoosh", but their movements became faster and faster. When they came to the bright place, they had formed a sprinting trend, and they were all skeletons holding weapons. Those flames were all their pupils, and they were all the haze of death.

"Get out, get out of here immediately, those damned undead creatures." The leading guard yelled.

In fact, without his orders, Feng Qinglang had already run to the front. At the same time, she did not forget to take care of the middle-aged fat man. She was mainly worried about any accidents. Who would sign his temporary mercenary contract?

Elder Zhong Ziqi, who fell behind, was very embarrassed, especially when he saw that he had laughed at the fat man "Qing Lang" who had fallen carefully not long ago, and even dragged another fat man to run in the front with extraordinary agility. Fortunately, he was pulled by a familiar guard. Give him a hand so that he will not fall into the arms of the group of monsters behind him.

The guards guarding outside the fork, as soon as they heard the sound of rumbling footsteps, they immediately summoned them urgently, and the horn for help sounded immediately, and the sound was transmitted to the previous passage, and immediately another horn sounded in response, and the sound was transmitted to the outside Hall to go.

Immediately there were guards waiting in the hall for emergency response at any time, they rushed into the passage and rushed to the accident site.

Feng Qinglang was the first to rush out of the fork, shouting: "All heavy weapons, aim at the twelve o'clock position of the queue, and prepare to launch! Stop the shift, and everyone goes to battle. Archers are in position, cover at the front of the melee queue..."

A series of passwords were blurted out, and the guards couldn't help but look back at their captain in doubt. This was not in line with their arrangement. The captain growled, "Follow me." But he thought in his heart that the Foreign Affairs Office found The fat magweave master, who just passed by and took a look, remembered their arrangement, and the instructions he issued sounded like professionals, but they were personalities.But this arrangement is only used in the most urgent situation, and the other two forks should not cause problems at this time.

Feng Qinglang pulled the fat man across the line of defense, and consciously hid behind them, and everyone behind them also fled in embarrassment.