C17 The Four Great Ancient Lords(part I)

Seventeen four ancient kings (1)

Murong Qiu followed the fragrance and finally found the source. A man with a head and a face covered with clothes was cooking peanuts in a pot lit by a fire. Crackling sounds came from the pot. The man was extremely busy.

"Pauper?" These two words immediately appeared in Murong Qiu's head. There were beggars among the elves? It was incredible.

Murong Qiu walked over without saying anything. At this moment, the beggar brother had already turned off the lights. He did not know where he had gotten another pair of chopsticks, and it was even two Vajra chopsticks!

"This beggar is really extravagant, to actually use such chopsticks! No one would give him anything. Peanut rice must have been stolen, not collected! "

The beggar had already eaten a few peanuts, but he continuously shook his head. With a pat on his forehead, he appeared to have suddenly realized something and disappeared!

Teleportation? Spirit Lord? Murong Qiu's head quivered! Who would have thought that he would meet a top-notch master so quickly. Can he eat his peanuts? What if he didn't allow it? But he's not here right now? Just in case.

Forget it! It had been a long time since he smelled such fragrant peanut!

Murong Qiu shook his head continuously after he ate a few peanuts. At this moment, the beggar had already returned with seasonings and was glaring at Murong Qiu.

However, Murong Qiu's eyes only saw the seasoning box in the beggar's hand. Murong Qiu snatched it over and skillfully mixed it up. Flavors were Murong Qiu's specialty. No matter how bad the dishes were, as long as they were flavoured by Murong Qiu, even Snowy, who had a mouthful, could not stop praising them.

After Murong Qiu's several brisk treatments, a fragrance that was even more fragrant than before floated up again.

The beggar grabbed the pot and moved away first. Murong Qiu also followed him in a hurry.

"It's really delicious! I didn't expect that brat to actually have this kind of ability! " The beggar muttered as he ate, "I should go back and grab him for my cooking! "En, it's delicious, delicious!"

"Delicious, just eat more!" Murong Qiu said to him with a smile.

The Pauper looked up and almost jumped to his feet. He knew exactly how fast he was! The fact that he was able to catch up meant that the other party wasn't weak either! Eh? She couldn't see through his cultivation? This didn't make sense! There were only a few people with higher cultivation than him, and they were all very familiar with him! It doesn't make sense?

"As expected, not bad!" It's been a long time since I've tasted this kind of flavor! " Murong Qiu picked up a handful of peanut in the absent-minded beggar's hands and savored it!

"Stinking brat, who is your master?" The beggar tightly protected the pot in his hands.

My master? Murong Qiu had a big question mark in his heart? This definitely had something to do with the identity of this beggar senior. "Why don't I try it out?" "What do you think?"

"Isn't that the old thing, Keska?" The beggar was tricked.

"What do you say?" Murong Qiu was further induced.

"That old man Kara must have sent you to make fun of me!" the beggar said angrily.

"What do you mean?" Murong Qiu was getting more and more interested!

"That old thing and I are good friends and enemies! Each time, we were both ranked third or fourth among the four Ancient Lords. We wanted to rank third, but neither of us was convinced. We had fought for thousands or even tens of thousands of years without being able to determine the victor. Therefore, we made a bet: When we go back, each of us will find a disciple. After a hundred years, we will let the disciples fight with each other and use the victory and defeat of each disciple to determine our ranking. If any of us accept a female disciple, then we will lose! I have searched for many years for a talented Elf to be my disciple, but all I could find was a female Elf that suits my wishes, so I had no choice but to accept her as my disciple. This three hundred year agreement is about to expire soon, your Master that old thing must have sent you here to make fun of me! " The more the beggar spoke, the angrier he got.

"Oh!" Murong Qiu was suddenly enlightened, "May I ask what senior's name is?"

"Tarim is me!" "Pauper patted his chest." Eh? Did your master not tell you? "

"I don't have a master!" Murong Qiu answered honestly, without caring about the consequences!

"What?" "You dare to deceive the mighty Spirit Lord Tarim?"

"Did I say that my master is Keska?" Murong Qiu was reasonable.

"This …" Tarim was left speechless. Forget it! We'll fight first! " Thinking that Murong Qiu could teleport, he couldn't help but feel itchy in his heart! Take this! "Kid!"

He pushed out his palm, containing sixty percent of the strength that Tarim had accumulated over the course of ten thousand years.

Murong Qiu finally realized how powerful the Spirit Lord was. A seemingly ordinary palm wind brought with it an earth-shattering momentum. The surrounding plants and trees were even crushed to pieces.

Murong Qiu hurriedly teleported behind Tarim. He took the opportunity to release the Sacred Magic that he had comprehended over the past few days.

Suddenly, countless bolts of lightning shot towards Tarim. Tarim's entire body shook, and a blue light appeared from his body. The little bolt of lightning disappears as soon as it touches the blue combat power. Tarim revealed a smug smile, and Murong Qiu also revealed a smug smile.

Tarim suddenly felt the pressure on his body increase by a lot, quickly increasing the amount of dou qi on his body, causing the blue light to brighten even more! Immediately afterwards, a thick and fast bolt of lightning ruthlessly struck towards him.

"Boom!"

After a loud explosion, the place where Tarim stood was still the same as before, and the surrounding area was blasted to the ground!

"Not bad, not bad!" It's been a long time since I've seen a mage who can understand Saint-rank magic! " Talimu became even more excited. "If it weren't for my experience, I might have been blown away! "Come, do whatever you can, and I won't hurt you!"

This was the first time he met a Spirit Lord Ranker, and was also the first time he experienced the difference between himself and a Spirit Lord Ranker. Murong Qiu was even more pleased that he could give up on him, as it would bring great benefits to his own cultivation!

Murong Qiu flew further away from the tower, and while flying, he doubled his gravity so that he wouldn't have to chase after him. This was a prerequisite for a mage to complete their magic! He had to finish the attack before the Warrior could attack him!

After landing on the ground, Murong Qiu used several other types of Saint-rank magic, because he knew the difference between the two of them. After landing on the ground, Murong Qiu used several other types of Saint-rank magic, because he knew the difference between the two of them.

With a quick chant and a quick sign language, a fire element saint rank spell completed the Fire Dragon Dance. A huge fire dragon appeared out of thin air. The scorching heat caused the surrounding air to ignite, and its entire body exuded a suffocating temperature and fear as it rolled towards Ta Li Mu!

"Alright!" "Move!" Tarim shouted. His body's qi became more and more blue, and his hands began to change as he moved. A ball of energy the size of a blue ball appeared in his hands. "Break!" With a loud shout, the energy ball rapidly flew towards the fire dragon!

"Boom!"

A bigger explosion than the last! Murong Qiu's instinct allowed him to dodge far before the shot even reached him! The place he was standing at just a moment ago had already become scorched black soil!

Murong Qiu widened his eyes. He never thought that the power of Saint-rank magic could be this powerful! Actually, if Murong Qiu did not have only the cultivation of Spirit Marshal, the destructive power just now would have been even greater!

"Good boy!" "A look of approval appeared on Tarim's face!" How many years had it been? How many years had it been since the elven nation finally produced a respectable mage? Is there anything else? "

Murong Qiu didn't hold back and quickly used a complicated sign language. 100 lines, 200 lines, 300 lines, 400 lines … an entire 1000 lines! This was the water defense attack that Murong Qiu had recently learned. It was a dual use bewitching saint rank spell, White Romance!

The goose like snow instantly surrounded Murong Qiu and Tarim, and Murong Qiu also merged into the world of snow. In this world, Murong Qiu was everything. He was the emperor of this world, because he could become anything in this world, even a tiny snowflake. He could attack the opponent at any time, but the opponent could hardly detect him!

"Senior, you must be careful!" Murong Qiu's voice came from the white world. Every corner of this world was filled with Murong Qiu's aura!

Tarim's first thought was that he wasn't fighting a single person, but rather a natural world. That kind of pressure was too overwhelming!

He slowly walked in the white snow, as if he had returned to a long time ago. It was also a snowy day, and he and she were slowly walking in the snow, talking and laughing.

"This is bad!" Talimu suddenly felt a pressure coming from behind him, and he hastily jumped, dodging!

Dozens of ice arrows pierced through the tree he was leaning on! So dangerous! Tarim took a deep breath.

"Such sharp senses!" Murong Qiu's words echoed in the entire world.

"Alright, alright! I'm not playing anymore! You should stop! " After searching for a long time, Li Mu still couldn't find Murong Qiu. He knew that he was at a disadvantage, so he told Murong Qiu straightforwardly. Honestly speaking, this was very strange. Normally, he who had fought for the third place for over ten thousand years would readily lower his head and fight for it! Even Tarim didn't know what was going on. Maybe it was because of her?