Shen Yin Wang Zuo

Long Haochen categorically refused without hesitation: "No need. (Update the latest chapter of this book)..",

The night was not awkward, and she rarely encountered someone who could reject herself. It is not fortunate that she can become the chief auctioneer of the sacred auction house. She is a professional who has both the spirit and the light. In terms of talent, she asks herself that she is no problem even if she is a hunter. And she has full confidence in her own charm.

"Sorry, you can start." The night whispered, and also took a step back.

Long Haochen slowly opened the wooden box, and his gaze fell on the handle. Both hands are plunged into the box at the same time.

Seeing this movement, the night of the night was obviously relaxed. Long Haochen's movements seem simple, but they are a kind of respect and respect for a weapon. Only the soldiers can get the respect.

His left hand is holding the four fingers under the tip of the mark, and the thumb is pinched to the bead of the tip. If it is ordinary heavy engraving, then he should move the whole tip by pinching it so that it will not Sharp exposed. The right hand is in the position of the engraved front, not the handle.

This detail is simple to look at, but it belongs to the Cavaliers. Only the real knight knows to respect such a soldier. Therefore, when the night is not seen, she has a few expectations.

Can this person really let God reproduce the light? If that's the case...,

When I think of it, I can’t help but recall what my grandfather once said.

It is not necessarily the top powerhouse that gets God's arrival. It is more likely that it belongs to the people who belong to the Excalibur. Is he just like that, who is a good person? I don't know why, at night, the heartbeat is so powerful, because she has already felt the possibility.

Feng Linger holding a wooden box, when she put her hands into it in Long Haochen, raised the wooden box a bit. She was also very curious and looked at the front. Whether it is sound or body, it should be age. Not a big youth.

However, her eyes are only curious. Compared with her calm and elegant, pure and white-like appearance, she actually has a fiery heart. Long Haochen and the height of one meter eight, the young people who look very ordinary can not cause her too much interest, nor the type she likes.

On the contrary, it looks charming and charming, with a mature atmosphere, but it is a very conservative girl.

This is the so-called person can not be seen.

For the observation of Ye Weiyang and Feng Linger, Long Haochen seems to have never felt the general, his gaze is directly above the gods in front of him.

When the wooden box opened before, Long Haochen felt the smell of it, his heart was completely attracted by this soldier. His feelings are much stronger than others, and he can even feel a lot of changes in the Excalibur.

This sword is not just as simple as being sealed. In a sense, it is already dead.

How can a weapon die? When a true soldier loses its soul, it will die.

Long Haochen can be completely affirmed that the sword in front of him has had its own engraving.

Carving is a kind of spirituality. What does it mean to have an instrumental spirit? This means that this weapon is at least a powerful presence above the epic level.

In other words, this stalk in front of Long Haochen was at least an epic equator a long time ago!

At this time, it has lost its soul, but because of this, Long Haochen is more respectful to it.

He can guess that when the owner of the god-scraping died, he sealed the body, and then he abandoned his body, leaving the body in the world, and the spirit itself followed his master. And go.

It is possible to bury the spirits, and imagine how its masters existed in the past. How can such a person, such a spirit, not be respected?

At this time, Long Xinchen’s heart was not calm. His movements were very slow, and he was afraid of licking the handle. He came out not to get this sacred, but to help it unblock it. As the night has not said, the Excalibur should not be dusty, it should reproduce the light!

This sturdy epee slowly left the wooden box under the support of Long Haochen's hands. Long Haochen’s gaze was always on the body. He did not inject spiritual power into it, but just looked at it so quietly. His eyes are very calm and sad. Even if there is a mask blocking, the night of the night can also feel the emotions radiated from Long Haochen. His clear golden eyes are unstoppable by the mask.

Looking at the look in his eyes, the night is still feeling that his emotions are in harmony with the coolness of the Excalibur.

The heartbeat of the night is accelerating. Before the appearance of Long Haochen, after seeing God's shaving, almost everyone couldn't wait to inject the spiritual power into it, want to conquer it, or force the seal to open. However, they all failed. At this time, Long Haochen did not do this. He seemed to be in the exchange of Shenjian.

Feng Linger put the wooden box to the side, and the curiosity in her eyes became more intense. Stealing into the night, I saw her looking at the man in front of her eyes, and her eyes were not blinking.

Time is like static, and those who have restored their visual ability have also sat back in their seats and watched Long Haochen quietly. They are very curious as to whether this person can unlock the seal of the Excalibur. Just now, the light attribute trail was really scaring a lot of people. The more people who understand the nature of light, the more horrified the explosion of that moment.

"Ya Ting.", Long Haochen screamed.

Even more shocking scenes appeared, the golden light flashed, a golden figure has suddenly appeared in front of Long Haochen, although the six wings behind Yating converged at this time, but she suddenly appeared, and the whole body The rich golden light and beauty that are radiated have a taste of the audience. Even the night Weiyang and Feng Linger are eclipsed by the soft and pure light elements of her body.

Long Hao Chen Zhen and heavy hand will be handed to the front of Yating.

Ya Ting can feel the meaning of the heart, and quickly reached out and took it, according to the action before Long Haochen.

"This, this is............" The night of the night suddenly stopped his mouth, with her determination of the perseverance", some of them could not restrain the shock of the heart.

Ya Ting is facing the dragon and the morning, that is, facing the stage. Therefore, it is only the night Weiyang and Feng Linger who can see her back. They clearly saw the six wings that converge behind Yating. It is more directly able to feel the pure well of her body.

Is this a light element elf? The shock of the night is no longer enough. Her knowledge is extremely profound, and she is also very familiar with the light element elves. However, in her cognition, she has never heard of the fact that the light element elf can evolve and is almost the same as a real person!

Ya Ting took over the heavy engraving. When the handle fell into her hands, the sword appeared a slight humming sound. The sound of the humming sound is not big, and the year is as clear as the dragon, and it reverberates throughout the big auction hall.

Ya Ting is also a glimpse, because she clearly felt that after holding the epee, she actually felt kind. The epee even relied on her.

Long Hao took a step back in the morning, clenched his fist in his right hand, slammed it in his chest, and slashed a standard knight to the hand of Ya Ting.

"God should not be dusted, I can feel your sorrow and pain. But the past is still gone. If your master is still alive, then he will never want to see your sword spirit go with him. After that, your brilliance is still being covered up.",

"When you have spirituality, you should be in the hands of the knights, use your edge to smash the thorns, eradicate evil, fight for justice. Fight for all who need to guard.",

"Your light will come to the world, your edge will surely make the enemy chill. Come back, the lost god, let your glory shine again on the earth, let the power of light sweep away all the darkness. Perhaps, I am not worthy of you. Master, but I am willing to wake you up and let you find the best owner for you."

In the words of Long Yuchen, Qing Yue is passionate and full of chill and pride. In his young voice, he was actually carrying a **** embarrassment. The faint **** scent and the deep pride are all in this simple discourse.

Ya Ting squatted on one knee and held the epee in front of Long Haochen. This time, Long Haochen did not use his hands to take it, but extended his right hand and vigorously grasped the handle of the epee.

One and the indescribable temperament appeared on Long Haochen, and the epee in his hand suddenly raised his head. Then, he could see the glaring incandescent color bursting out of his hand and instantly inject it into the epee.

More vivid than the previous ones, the bright and clear atmosphere suddenly burst out like a spurt. This text is provided by the gods of the throne, and the jade 珏 児. Only in the foot of Feng Linger and the night Weiyang can see, under the mask on the face of Long Haochen, the forehead position, there is a thick golden light shining, faintly identifiable, it seems to be nine light lines.

The smashing black screams screamed fiercely under the glare of white light. Just before the morning of Long Haochen, Ya Ting suddenly moved. At the same time, the six wings immediately opened, but the body quickly shrank. The moment has turned into a height of only a foot, suspended behind the dragon's morning, the low spell is light. Lightly humming, a circle of soft golden waves fell on Long Haochen, which made the stinging incandescent color on his body become stronger.

"In the name of the goddess of light, break it, the brand of dust.", the sound of Long Haochen's high voice rang again. [..