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"What? Did I fail?" An Ruoran couldn't help but be stunned when he heard Bathir's words, and felt that his confidence was greatly hit. But before he could ask, Bathir showed a little intoxication and raised his thumbs up and praised: "It's not bad, but better! After your repair, the effect of this colorful pot seems to have been strengthened a little!"

"Oh, please finish speaking in one breath from now on!" An Ruoran felt exhausted all over, as if he had just run 10,000 meters. It wasn't that he was scared by Bathir. He had only truly understood the truth after the casting just now - the level of the primary soul fire is too low after all, and using it to melt the intermediate material is obviously much more difficult than imagined.

For example, the colorful pot that just restored just now was just a simple repair. Although only one or two intermediate materials were melted, An Ruoran took more than half an hour. In the process, he felt that the soul fire seemed to be hindered, and it was difficult to enhance it and advance a minute. In addition, the buzzing sound in his mind and the consumption of mental power were also exacerbated nearly twice, which was simply incomparable to the initial casting.

"Overgrade casting is indeed not that easy." Although she complained, An Ruoran was also surprised to find that a small piece of his outer layer of his red soul fire turned into silver. In other words, just the simple repair just now has significantly improved his casting ability, which is much more effective than the step-by-step casting of the first-level Qibao.

"So, if you have the chance in the future, you should do more..." An Ruoran thoughtfully touched her chin and turned her head carelessly to look elsewhere. However, at this moment, his eyes suddenly met the little loli who was staring here. Even though it was a little far apart, he could still find the strange expression on her face. What exactly did that mean?

"Mr. An, please trouble you again!" After a gentle breath, Weiya finally showed a faint smile. Then, when she turned her head and looked at the little loli beside her, her expression suddenly changed from a smile to a strict one: "Then, our next question is to determine the mastermind behind these robbers..."

Although Weiya, who was sitting in a wheelchair, was unable to deterrently, when she looked at her as if nothing had happened, the little loli couldn't help but feel creepy. Almost subconsciously, she didn't speak under Frank's vicious threat, and immediately murmured guiltily: "I, I don't know, it was the robbers who found me and said they were working together to rob the merchant group."

In less than a moment, the little loli, who called herself "Vivian", told everything about the previous incident. It turned out that Vivian only planned to "borrow" the colorful pot, but the lone wolf learned the news from somewhere and specially asked her to discuss cooperation. Simply put, the robber group launched an attack, and she used the magic to sneak into the caravan and took the opportunity to steal several valuables.

"It's really just that? Then, why do you have to borrow a colorful pot?" Weiya frowned slightly and looked at Frank thoughtfully. The latter was stunned for a moment, then waved the long whip fiercely, making the posture of swallowing people alive: "Tell me quickly, don't blame me for being rude if I don't say it!"

"Oh, do you really want to slap her?" An Ruoran felt a little embarrassed, but Bathil gave a wink and immediately realized that this was a scare. But on the other hand, even if he was so fierce and threatened by Frank, Vivian still refused to reveal the inside story.

Although her eyes were filled with tears, she always bit her lips, with the momentum of an immortal revolutionary martyr. Seeing this situation, Frank, who was originally just planning to scare her, finally shook the long whip helplessly, intending to go up so gently first.

"Inhumanity, inhumanity. Treating a little girl like this is simply against the spirit of harmony." An Ruoran shook his head and stepped forward to hold Frank's wrist. Vivian breathed a sigh of relief, but she still glared at An Ruoran in anger, obviously blaming him for ruining his good deeds before.

"I said, if you look at me like this, I would think you are in love with me!" He teased him shamelessly. Until Vivian was flushed, An Ruoran gently touched his chin and said with a smile: "I said Frank, it's too unkind to punish such a pink and tender little loli. In fact, we can adopt some gentle ways of asking questions, such as... Well, are there any voles nearby?"

"Filk?" Frank and Vivian were stunned at the same time and blurted out at the same time. An Ruoran nodded with a smile and introduced with great enthusiasm: "If there are no voles, ordinary mice can do it too. Let's catch a few, put them in her trouser legs after being hungry for half a day, and then..."

There is no doubt that all women are afraid of mice, and the little loli is of course also a kind of woman. So when she heard An Ruoran's intimidation, her little face was immediately pale so that she could play a female ghost, and the tears in her bright eyes gathered into a stream, and there was a possibility of pouring down at any time. But even so, the pitiful Vivian still bit her lips tightly, revealing only two small tiger teeth, and her nose wings fluttered to express her anger.

"Well, don't you like voles?" An Ruoran laughed a few times, then continued his intimidation plan, "How about changing to an ant? Let's get some honey and brush a layer for you, and then the ant will..."

"Miss, are you sure Mr. An is really a magic caster?" Let's put aside An Ruoran's temporary lecture, Frank bit his finger and couldn't help asking again. Weiya and Bathil looked at each other and shook their heads at the same time. How could they know that An Ruoran had just read "The Ten Tortures of the Qing Dynasty" before traveling through time. This torture method is simply a pediatrician.

With a "wow", before An Ruoran could explain the method of peeling the Ming Dynasty, Vivian, who was trembling like a quail, burst into tears like a mountain torrent. While tugging at his ears, An Ruoran continued to say without changing his face: "By the way, there seems to be a criminal law called Lingchi, for example, I'm in you..."

Before the word "you" fell, Vivian suddenly burst out with a shrill scream, which made people's eardrums painful. An Ruoran was closest to him, and was suddenly dizzy when he was impacted by the sound wave, and he hurriedly took a few steps back. At this moment, a purple light burst out from all around, rushing straight into the sky like a cylinder, and Vivian was in it, slowly floating up, blocked by the dazzling light so that he could not look up...

In a moment, the purple light suddenly dissipated, and the rolling waves forced everyone to retreat continuously. A blue figure shot up in the smoke and dust, slowly landing in a straight posture, but finally stopped falling at an altitude dozens of meters away from everyone. There was no change in her expression on her face, and she just stood gracefully in the air, as if she was stepping on the ground.

The sunset barely poked out from the dense clouds, sprinkling a faint light on the figure standing quietly with his hands behind his back - silver hair is like snow, floating in the evening breeze; glass light armor covers the whole body, but it sets out a slender and graceful figure without any burden; the stretched black bat wings sway leisurely behind him, and the breeze brought gently caresses the lilac ribbon on his slender waist, like a god descending to the world; while the green magic spear held in his left hand emits luster, it makes a whistle and whistle, as if it has life...

"Then, is that Vivian?" An Ruoran looked up in shock and stared at the familiar face. A few seconds later, when he used the soul eye to observe the other party, he suddenly exclaimed in disbelief - Vivian, who was just a mid-level just now, had directly broken through to the super level! If it weren't for the swaying and bright blue soul fire, An Ruoran would have simply suspected that this was...

"It's an illusion, this must be an illusion!" Frank shouted angrily, and the long whip in his hand suddenly swung out. The whistling wind came, and the figure had no intention of dodging, but just bounced his fingers as if nothing had happened. The green flame suddenly flashed, and in an instant, it turned the long whip into nothing, and rushed towards everyone along the long whip. In an instant, a blue tornado flame suddenly rose from the air, but it gathered into a blue flame space whistling and flowing. The aura around it was stagnant, as if endless pressure was coming!

An Ruoran was shocked, subconsciously opened the Medusa shield and used the light barrier to resist the attack. But under the seemingly weak flame attack, he was also blasted backwards by the huge force, and his chest was so dull that he almost vomited blood. Bathil snorted coldly, reached out and patted lightly, which helped An Ruoran stop his retreating momentum.

"Is this the power of the domain?" Turning his head and looking at the invisible space filled with green flames around him, Bathir looked gloomy and whispered these words. From high-level to super-level, the leap of this level can be called a qualitative change, and the most critical factor is reflected in the power of the domain. Taking An Ruoran as an example, he can now deal with the joint attacks of several high-level powerful people, but once he faces the super-level powerful people with domain power, he becomes a powerless lamb.

At this moment, feeling the power of the domain around him, who dares to assert that it was just Vivian's illusion? In the silence where everyone looked at each other, Weiya slowly pushed the wheelchair forward, raised her head calmly and asked, "Your Excellency, you..."

"Are you scared?" The three cold words interrupted Weiya's inquiry. The figure of the female standing quietly in the air was as if she was stepping on the ground, stepping on the ripples of the air. Her magnetic voice seemed to have no emotion, but it was enough to penetrate the soul of a person. In an instant, the demon spear burning with green flames had pierced straight, and the silent green light shot down, as if she wanted to cover everyone.

Bathil snorted again, and his left fist slowly and vigorously slashed out. The silver light screen suddenly unfolded in front of him, barely blocking the green light that was rushing down. At this moment, the two strong men trembled at the same time and retreated a few meters at the same time. An Ruoran subconsciously blurted out: "Vivian, we have no malice, you..."

"Vivian, who is that?" The figure in the void stumbled slightly and frowned unconsciously. A little doubt appeared on her beautiful face, and she murmured: "Vivian? If Vivian is me, then who am I? Human, tell me, who am I?"

"Oh, do you think I'm a number and everybody knows?" An Ruoran was stunned for a moment, rolled his eyes in shock. The figure stared at him silently, as if he was trapped in deep confusion, and his expression gradually became painful. Then, she suddenly raised her head and let out a long roar, and suddenly turned into a green light and rushed into the sky, disappearing without a trace in an instant. Only the burning green flames everywhere proved that everything that happened just now was not an illusion...

In the silence, everyone looked at each other, but they didn't understand what was going on. Naya shrank in An Ruoran's arms, suddenly sniffed, and said in a daze: "That guy's breath is really familiar. I always feel like I've seen it somewhere? I remember when I was a demon dragon..."

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