War Emperor

At night, the bonfire beats.

Mo Ling and others were eating barbecue around the campfire in a forest in Riyun Mountain.

Lin Han was also sitting on the side. Since he had just entered the team, he was still being used as a handyman, so he was naturally unwelcome. There was not even a person around him, and he was a little lonely and excluded.

And beside the bonfire, Miss Murphyyu was holding a portrait, watching carefully, there was a rare gentleness between her eyebrows.

"What's the painting, you're so fascinated to see it?" Lin Han couldn't help being interested, and couldn't help but ask.

"Who let you see it, get out of the way." Murphy Yu suddenly blushed like a cat with its tail stepped on, and hurriedly put the painting on her chest, and said shamefully.

"Uh, that's..." However, Lin Han glanced at the scene with a startled look, and still saw the content of the painting, and immediately couldn't help but froze: "Liu Daniel?"

The young man in the picture above wears an iron mask, with deep eyes, long hair and shawls, and a thin body, just like he was wearing a mask before. How could this Murphy Rain have a portrait of himself?

"What Liu Daniu, this is the famous Lin Han, the ancient and talented little prince of the ancient Li Dynasty in the eastern region." Murphy Yu suddenly raised her snow-white chin, as if showing off something, a little proud, and then glanced at Lin Han. , Somewhat suspiciously: "Do you know him too?"

"Slightly heard." Lin Han touched his nose. It seems that he has been in a coma for a few days after coming to this mountain forest from the portal of District One. His story has spread to District One. Everyone knows that he is the crown prince of the Guli Dynasty.

"Why do you have a portrait of him, do you know him?" Lin Han questioned.

This girl didn't know herself.

"I...I... don't know, can't I have a portrait of him?" Murphy couldn't help but his ears were red, and Lin Han gave a white look.

"Haha, miss, Lin Han is the one that Xuanyuan Heavenly Kingdom, Kong Li, and Xiahou Xiaoyu are going to kill together. He will definitely not get out of the Giant City of God of War. You admire him so much." The middle-aged man shook his head and smiled.

worship?

Lin Han was stunned, somewhat astonished, looking at Murphy Yu.

Murphyyu didn’t notice Lin Han’s expression, just hummed: “Such a legendary boy, even the holy sons of the ancient holy places in the depths of our mainland, may not be comparable. Moreover, he is only sixteen years old and has great potential. I don’t know how many times stronger than some little perverts who peek at people in the bath."

It turns out that in the past few days, as a large number of geniuses from the seven districts have poured into a district, a series of shocking things such as the condensing of the imperial **** pill and the tragedy of the sky have been passed on by Lin Han, which has also caused the shock of many geniuses in the district And an uproar.

A sixteen-year-old boy who was incognito for his family and the world, came to the remote central area alone to **** the cloak of the Great Thousand Blood Inflammation. Such attitude and perseverance made many people admire.

Some women also admire it.

Murphy Yu was at the beginning of his love, so he was naturally curious about such a young hero.

It's just that after Lin Han appeared in Shacheng, he always wore an iron mask, so in some of the circulated portraits, that is, wearing an iron mask, this scene happened.

Speaking of the last, Murphy Yu couldn't help but glanced at Lin Han, somewhat contemptuous.

Obviously, he felt that the boy in front of him was about the same age as the legendary Lin Han, and his character was really good.

Lin Han couldn't help but twitched the corners of his mouth. He was speechless for a while, and felt a little dumbfounded in his heart. If you let this Murphyyu know, he is the master of the portrait, I don't know what to think.

However, he had already heard from the words of the middle-aged man. Now the entire district Xuanyuan Mingxuan, Kong Li, and Xiahou Xiaoyu are chasing him. He is not at the peak of strength, so naturally he cannot expose his identity at will.

At the moment he grinned, showing a row of white teeth, and said with a smile: "The young lady said, what kind of person Lin Han is, how can I compare it."

"It's good to know." Murphyyu snorted, then glanced at the bright moon in the sky, sighed and murmured: "Could it be that all the young people in the world, only Lin Han, is worthy of being a true young talent …"

Lin Han rolled his eyes for a while.

"Okay, sister Fei Yu, it is said that Lin Han is also here now. If you are destined, you will naturally be able to see him." At the side, Mo Ling sat there, laughing and shaking his head, admiring Fei Yu. She didn't think there was anything about Lin Han. After all, the young man was so unique and brave that he had condensed a royal-level **** pill that was enough to shake the Hongzhou mainland. Even she, who was relatively indifferent to men, was somewhat curious. It is normal for the innocent and wayward sister to have some admiration for the legendary teenager.

Lin Hanruo knew her thoughts, he must be dumbfounded, he is now leading the horse in this team.

It is estimated that even if he was not pursued or wanted, he would not be embarrassed to say that he was Lin Han and the like, which would be too embarrassing.

"Let's take a look, how exactly is this broken clock used..." Mo Ling smiled, took out a dark fragment from his arms, and raised the matter.

"This is... the artifact of the gods?" Lin Han looked at the broken bell fragment and couldn't help being taken aback. The fragment was only a palm-shaped thing, it was a broken bell-shaped thing, but it had a big opening. It seemed to have been smashed by a heavy object, but on it, he could vaguely feel that there were still wisps of divine spirit lingering on it.

And this is a sign of the weapon of the gods!

In other words, this broken ancient clock was once an artifact.

"Hey, can you recognize it, this is a magic weapon?" Murphy Yu couldn't help but be surprised.

Even Mo Ling was slightly surprised.

God’s artifacts are very rare on the mainland. In addition to this broken clock, the divine energy has almost disappeared due to its breaking. It looks tattered from the outside, let alone others, even if they are Mohists, they are in the depths of the mainland. Most disciples can't see the sword-making family.

This young man could see that it was a magic weapon with just one glance, which naturally surprised them.

"Are you not a swordsmith?" Murphy Yu couldn't help but ask.

I am afraid that only swordsmiths who are proficient in sword-making skills have this ability.

It's just that the opponent is so old that she became an outstanding swordsmith at the age of sixteen, which made her a little bit unbelievable.

"It's just a little research." Lin Han smiled, naturally because he has the eyes of breaking delusions, and coupled with dealing with the artifacts of gods, it is not once or twice.

As for the sword-making skills, he has indeed studied it, and he is only proficient in fur.

Murphy Yu nodded, but didn't care. It was expected that Lin Han had only recognized it by mistake. After all, a sixteen-year-old outstanding swordsman was indeed somewhat unrealistic.

"Sister, there are some seals on this broken clock. We want to open the fire-eye golden pupil, which requires at least fifty years of skill, to reveal the spirit fluctuations." Murphy Yu looked at the broken clock and said.

This broken bell was accidentally obtained by them in a building area before. At first, they had a battle with the other party and finally got it.

And the artifact of the gods is unmatched in power, even if it is broken, it has a strong value, and they naturally want to use it.

"Fifty-year-old golden pupil...this is a bit difficult." The middle-aged man frowned. Their Mo family is a famous sword-making family in the depths of the mainland. Murphyyu and Mo Ling's are both sword-making geniuses in the family. Strengthen, at present Murphy Yu has the skill of a normal swordsmith for about 20 years, and Miss Mo Ling is a normal swordsmith for 40 years.

But to break the seal on this broken bell, it would take fifty years of skill to have the golden eyes of fire, and they didn't have it.

Lin Han can’t help but slap his tongue when he learns this. Generally speaking, Fire Eye Golden Eye is extremely difficult to train. Among a hundred swordsmiths, it’s good to be trained by one person. An old man who had been immersed for most of his life next to the sword-making furnace was just enough.

Murphy Yu and Mo Ling, being so young, both possessed the golden eyes of fire, and decades of skill, it was indeed amazing.

The Mo Family deserves to be the sword casting family in the depths of the mainland. It is not comparable to the Xu Family of the Gu Li Dynasty.