About the brave man who became a thousand-year-old potato and ended up destroying the world

Having said that, the floor cursor on the magic elevator also reached the last space. With the vibration caused by a wave of magic power, the elevator door slowly opened.

Gently moving her cloak, Mis stepped out of the elevator.

After walking out of the elevator and walking into the door of the only banquet hall, Mis raised his eyes and looked at this luxurious banquet hall.

There are no dining table seats, instead there are sofas and coffee tables arranged elegantly in the huge space. Beautiful reliefs decorate the walls, dazzling crystal lamps hang high from the ceiling, and luxurious furnishings embellish the empty spaces in the room.

And on those sofas, hundreds of people in different costumes were scattered.

Some were dressed as plainly as Miz, and some were wearing high-end robes, but without exception, these people were all familiar faces of Miz.

When Mies came in, most people waved to him casually or raised their chins, which was considered a greeting.

However, there were also a few people who had bad looks on their faces, either deliberately smacking their tongues or sneering at them.

And these few guys are all guys who have personal vendettas against Meese.

It was they who fought against each other in the first place, causing Miz to run away angrily after being embarrassed in public.

When enemies met, they didn't have a good face, and Misi naturally couldn't have a smile. He snorted coldly, found an empty sofa and sat down, took out the letter, looked at it again, and then took it back into his arms.

After waiting for a while, several familiar faces came in one after another. Judging from their expressions, it seemed that they had met some people they didn't want to see.

There was a slight smile on Miz's lips, and she passed the time by looking at her nails.

He has long known that when someone opens Pandora's box, he will never be the only one who suffers. He doesn't know exactly what happened that day, but looking at the atmosphere, he can make a guess. .

The awkward and silent atmosphere lasted for a long time, and suddenly, the lights in the entire area dimmed a bit.

Everyone looked up and found that all the big lights above their heads were extinguished, leaving only the small lights that set off the atmosphere.

And in this dim environment, a trace of fluorescence lit up from the innermost side of the space.

Turning his head to look in the direction of the fluorescence, he discovered that the source of the fluorescence was actually a staff.

A beautiful long staff covered in glazed light...

It was also called the Key of the Sanctuary, a ceremonial scepter passed down through generations of saint masters.

At that moment, Mis's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

His eyes slowly moved down the staff and looked at the person holding the staff.

He wanted to see who had taken the inheritance and pretended to be stupid, making him so embarrassed.

But when he saw the man's face, he was stunned.

In other words, everyone present was stunned.

That was someone they couldn't figure out anyway.

It is absolutely impossible for them to hold this staff...

No, that shouldn't be said. To be precise, they didn't even have the slightest idea of ​​connecting the two.

"Snow? Why is it you!?" Miz immediately made a surprised voice.

"Hey, Miz," Snow held the staff and looked at Miz, "Long time no see. When was the last time we met? Well, it seems to be the time when you practiced it for me. It's really I miss you..."

As soon as Miz heard this, her breath immediately suffocated.

Practice?

To put it nicely, they had been bullying him with a carnival and throwing him out of the Mysterious Sanctuary. Now when they said this, he felt strangely angry.

He subconsciously wanted to get a little angry, but the next second, he closed his mouth.

In the past, given Snow's situation in the Secret Sanctuary, it wouldn't have been easy to get a group of people to step on him, but now the people here are in disarray.

Even if it wasn't a piece of cake, Mis knew that he was an outsider. Although he couldn't figure it out, the inheritance of the Secret Sanctuary was most likely in Snow's hands. He would not be the one who stood out. He smiled awkwardly and sat back. Sitting on the chair, he became silent.

But just because he felt guilty, it didn't mean that everyone else felt as guilty as him.

Xue Nuo took the inheritance, which was something that almost everyone did not expect. Of course, no one would accept him.

"Hey! Snow, how did you get the inheritance?" Someone immediately frowned and shouted, "You're not going to pour the ecstasy soup into the old Saint Master, are you? Or, you gave the old Saint Master..."

"Watch your words, Mahlercha," Snow looked at the man, "You don't want your imagination to come true. Believe me, if I can really kill the old holy master, then I will be able to find time to send you on your way soon."

"Then tell me why the inheritance is in your hands?" Another person said, "In terms of performance, popularity, and qualifications, none of those are your turn, right?"

"Then whose turn do you think it will be?" Snow sneered, "Kiseros who pulled your face off and trampled it into a ball of colorful lotus paste on the ground? I didn't expect you Grand Mystic Masters to survive until now. You are so shameless and shameless, and others don’t take you seriously at all, yet why are you still making fun of them?”

"Is he the one you came to us to quarrel with today!?" shouted a great mystic.

"Haha, I wonder who is quarreling with you," Snow sneered, "Does it make you so unacceptable that I got the inheritance? Or do you all think that you are worthy of getting this inheritance? Are you not afraid to look back? Was the shit beaten out by Kytheros, and then he handed over his position honestly?"

"Haha, listen, talking behind your back is tough," a great mysticist sneered, "Anyway, Kisseros is not here, no matter how much you talk nonsense, you will still be invincible. It's a pity, according to your rhetoric, you can't Don’t you deserve it? Ah? Otherwise, how could you gather a group of us together? You don’t want us to be your spearmen. It’s so funny to Snow, how can you take it for granted that you treat people like fools to see who you are? ?”

"Treating people for fools? Haha," Snow smiled, "You are the one who treats people for fools, right? Why do you think I didn't invite Kytheros?"

"Nonsense! The content of your letter..." A Grand Mysticist was about to retort when he heard the door slam open.

"You wrote it for me on purpose, right?" Kisseros's figure appeared at the gate, and behind him, there were about a dozen great mystics.

Some of them are close friends of Kiseros, some are his apprentices, and some are brothers who have a life-long friendship with him. In short, they are all people who stand on his side unconditionally.

"As you think," Snow smiled, "so don't take it too seriously."

"Oh, I never took it seriously. From the time I intercepted this information, I guessed that you wanted me to intercept them on purpose," Kisseros sneered, "This is your purpose, isn't it, to take advantage of my recent relationship with you?" There are some smiling contradictions among everyone, trying to sow discord and suppress me in order to secure my position, but are you thinking a little too well? I may have some small conflicts with everyone, but you, you are worthy You don’t deserve this position, don’t you have any points?”

"So what do you want to say?" Snow looked at him with a smile, "I hand over the inheritance to you, and then congratulate our great Mystic Sanctuary on ushering in the weakest period in history? Only, I count, twelve, ten Three, plus you, fourteen people?”

"Oh, I don't need you to worry about it now," Kisseros sneered, "For the sake of the righteousness of the world, I believe they will pick it up, right? Everyone?"

Kiseros said as his eyes swept across all the great arcanists present.

Unfortunately, no one spoke up.

Of course, the Grand Mystics are the most arrogant group of people. They can accept losses, but they absolutely cannot stand insults.

Although they looked down on Snow, no one was willing to let them shame themselves and serve as Kisseros's licking dogs.

Of course, as Kisseros said, they understand that for the sake of the world's righteousness, they will come back sooner or later, but that's a story for another day. Find a suitable step to borrow the donkey, so that you won't end up like a licking dog. The name of a coward can actually lead to the reputation of letting go of the past for the sake of world justice.

So today, no matter how the two sides fight, no matter how much they talk about it, they will just watch indifferently.

Moreover, although they were dissatisfied with Kisseros, they were equally dissatisfied with Snow. It was a good show for them to see Snow deflated today.

Seeing that everyone was silent, Kisseros and Snow were not surprised.

Rather, this development was within their expectations.

"It seems that your plan has failed," Kytheros looked at Snow, "They seem to be planning to sit back and watch."

"What makes you think that I will count on them?" Snow sneered, "Don't you just want this reputation? It's easy to say that the tradition of the Mystic Sanctuary is that the able ones are the best, and we don't want to make any foolhardy decisions. Yes, let’s have a fight. If you win, I will voluntarily give in. If you lose, you can go with your followers and do whatever you have to do.”

"Ha, it's just child's play," Kytheros sneered, "Why do you compare with me?"

"The inheritance is in my hands, not yours," Snow said, "You wouldn't dare, right?"

"Afraid of you? Bullshit, tell me how we will compete? How many games will we compete with? Do you decide or do I decide?" Kisseros asked, "I hope you won't describe a ridiculous farce."

"Whether it's a funny farce or not, that depends on your performance," Snow crossed his arms, "I won't do anything fancy with you. The outcome will be determined by one fight, let's fight one on one."

Kytheros immediately raised his eyebrows and looked at Snow in disbelief.

"What? Are you scared?" Snow said with disdain, "I hope you won't say such boring nonsense that you can't show your ability one-on-one. You should know what kind of environment we are in. Don't expect you to lose. You can still convince the crowd, oh, or, you think it’s unfair for the summoners to attack you in a group? How about we change to a group fight?”

"It's ridiculous, I'm just surprised that you would make such a stupid proposal," Kisseros smiled, and the staff in his hand appeared out of thin air. At a point on the ground, the circular corridor between the fields, which was originally only ten meters in radius, instantly expanded to several miles. Kuan, however, he did not chant a single word of the incantation throughout the process.

"Fighting in actual combat with a mage who sings instantaneously, haha," Kytheros sneered, "It's so stupid that it's amazing."

281. How fast can a two-in-one chant be as fast as a fist? Punch me!

No one here today thought that they would see such a scene.

As the saying goes, there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts. The Mystical Sanctuary really cares about the level of knowledge. In fact, it is difficult to rank. After all, everyone has a different direction. Moreover, they are all great arcana masters. Who can be less? A breakthrough result.

And since it is a breakthrough result, as long as it is done, there will be no distinction between superior and inferior.

So all along, if we talk about arcane attainments, most of the time, we can only talk about seniority. Up to that point, there will be no obvious status distinction among everyone. Anyway, they are all great arcana masters. Compared with competing for nothing, For the sake of meaning, they are more willing to invest their time in truly useful places.

But later on, a small group headed by Kiseros emerged among the radicals. Kiseros himself gradually established a unique prestige and became the next Holy Master that everyone expected among the radicals. Candidate.

This is not because his arcane achievements and level are so outstanding, there is only one reason, and that is that he can fight.

The former Secret Sanctuary did not actually care about the combat effectiveness of arcane masters. After all, in their view, pursuing the source of arcane magic was the best, and pondering some battlefield skills for fighting and killing was simply a waste of time and martial arts.

Grand Arcanists have always looked down upon warriors.

Unfortunately, times have changed.

When the tyrant and his king cavalry chased these great arcana masters into a frenzy, they realized that actual combat ability was still very important.

After all, when martial arts come to the door, those high-end research and the mysterious arcane effects that can be achieved through infinitely complicated processes are useless in actual combat.

And Kyiseros, a person who once had a very low prestige in the Mystical Sanctuary, has suddenly risen to prominence, and his reputation is getting higher and higher day by day.

The reason is that he is a leader in actual combat and a researcher in the extremely unpopular arcane direction - a great arcana master who studies instantaneous chanting.

Instant chanting, as the name suggests, is the technique of activating arcane magic in an instant.

Although most arcanists can use their own skills to greatly shorten their own chanting time in battle, that is only a shortening. In a truly fierce close combat, the chanting time is on the order of a few tenths of a second compared to an instantaneous chanting. It has an overwhelming advantage over ordinary chanting, and it can be said to be a technique specifically designed for combat.

Therefore, looking at the radical faction in the entire Mystic Sanctuary, no one can defeat Kisseros.

Ordinary Grand Mystics would be wasted by his men if they couldn't complete the chant at all.

The world-opening mage can attack instantly, but his moves are wide open and closed, and the civil war of the great arcana master will only be played by others without the changeable arcana.

As for the summoner...

In the past, they thought that although the summoner possessed the summoned beast, he himself was still weak. As long as the instantaneous mage attacked his body, he would naturally fall into passivity, begin to tire of defense, and eventually be slowly dragged to death.

Yes, that's what they thought in the past.

But today's scene is beyond everyone's imagination.

In the one-on-one battle between Kyiseros and Snow, he was so suppressed that he couldn't even fight back.

From the front, the fierce attack of Wuxiang followed like a shadow.

In the blind corner of the field of vision, the black earth dragon launches sneak attacks from time to time.

Above the sky, the white phantom dragon soared leisurely, using dragon flames to block Jiseros' counterattack, and from time to time using dragon flames to block Jiseros's movement.

Snow himself stood quietly, looking at Kytheros who was running away in embarrassment, with a sneer on his face.

To be honest, he was actually quite scared before he came today.

After all, the instantaneous chanting mage is said to be invincible in the civil war among mages. If Liu Ji and Ya Yin hadn't been hiding the truth in the dark, he would not have dared to be so arrogant.

But when the fight started, he suddenly discovered that Kytheros seemed to be much worse than he thought.

It's right to think about it carefully. After all, the radicals and the tyrants and others rely on large magic formations to fight. The confrontation that is really exposed in the open atmosphere is at best a flight to fight.

As they say, all the Grand Mystics who have truly faced the power of tyrants have become conservatives.

Although Kisseros claims to have strong combat power, actual combat and talk of actual combat are ultimately two different things.

"boom!"

Following the explosion of energy, a shock wave with low power but great thrust instantly lifted Wuxiang away. With a turn of Githroth's staff, dazzling sparks exploded into circles all around, forcing the black and white dragons back, and his body flashed. , appeared behind Snow in the next moment.

As if Snow had already expected this, he had already turned half of his body.

In an instant, their eyes met.

Snow saw the anger, unwillingness, disbelief, and fanatical fighting spirit in the other party's eyes.

But all Kytheros saw was a hint of ridicule.

He didn't understand why Snow still had this expression until now. With the current distance, Snow's summoned beast would still take time to come over no matter how fast it was, and this time was enough for him to activate his magic.

At this distance, it is impossible for any magic to be faster than instantaneous chanting!

With ruthlessness, Kisseros instantly mobilized his magic power, allowing the magic to form on the end of his staff as quickly as possible.

However, under his shocked gaze, Snow actually raised his hand.

There was no staff, no magic chant, just an ordinary raised hand.

Then, the next second, Snow's fist hit him in the face.

With the screams of his jaws, Kisseros flew out directly, hit the ground with his head, turned several somersaults, and finally hit the wall in the distance with a clang. Although he was holding the ground with his staff, He stood up immediately, but his body swayed for a moment, and he was obviously a little dizzy.