Chapter 213: You go alone

　　 The star rib is crowned with the name of Xingluo. The person with this mark is not necessarily someone that Xingluo Temple can trust, but it must be someone who should pay attention to.
　　 It doesn’t really matter whether it’s a "person" or not.
　　 "Why do you have star ribs? Who gave it to you? Hesha or the old tortoise?"
　　 Langren was stunned. It sounded like the other party was not a Yuhuaxian, but why could the other party have contact with this iron sword?
　　 So he spoke tentatively: "Mr. Hesha Pingyue gave it."
　　 Wizea frowned and thought, the scene was quiet for a while, and the people on the other side of the illusion did not dare to move easily.
　　 That is an A-level ability person.
　　 "Hesha, Hesha, Hesha..."
　　 Wizea muttered, and after a careful recollection, he suddenly remembered the small badge that was brought back by the little ancestor to save.
　　 "Are you not dead?"
　　 Hearing these three words, the stone in Langren's heart was also put down.
　　 "No death, no death, almost scared to death by you."
　　 Langren vomited.
　　 "Hi~ Sorry, my attention was attracted by you... this sword, but you also have some abilities. Since Shahe's long-legged bird has seen it, we are not outsiders."
　　 let go of the pinched wrist, Langren then fell to the ground gently.
　　 "You... know?"
　　 Qiangwei and Lu Xian asked suspiciously, and Lu Xian wiped Qiangwei's sweat by the way.
　　 "This is not a place to talk, and we don't have much time."
　　 Langren was about to take this unfamiliar uncle to a remote place to talk, but was stopped by Weizea.
　　 "I really don't have much time, just stay here."
　　 After that, Wizea took out a thick coin from his pocket and flicked it lightly.
　　 Directly this coin floated motionless when it rose to a position of about 2.5 meters, and four slender signal poles about one meter popped out in four directions.
　　 hum!
　　 The pitch black light curtain instantly enveloped the two of them, isolating a dark force field space on the spot.
"Okay, the voice can't be heard. My name is Weizea, which is similar to Sha Hepingyue's position in the Star Luo Temple. Amiea calls me as Uncle. I know more about your information. I want to know your back now. The information about this sword is related to how long we can talk."
　　 Wizaya changed from a calm state, and quickly stated his information and purpose.
　　 Langren pulled out the iron sword on his back, and finally the black and simple double-edged sword was fully displayed in front of him.
　　 "I don't know what you want to know. I can only tell you how to get it. I got this iron sword from a strong clone of an alien civilization..."
There are strong men in the Order Army who have a cooperative relationship with the Yuhuaxian people. Vizeya, who came to this sword at his command, must have some understanding of this aspect. Of course, Langren told the other party without evasiveness. In addition to their own abilities.
　　 Actually, this is a bit reckless. Langren has completely lost information about the Xingluo Temple since Gutai. He is not sure whether this person is entangled with Ami Aiya in the Xingluo Temple.
　　 But now the other party slaughtered himself and raised his hand, what if it was his own?
　　 After listening to Langren's statement with a slight shock, Vizea had heard a little bit about the embarrassment of this orderly military camp.
　　 "It turns out that you are the one who hurt Qianyanliang..."
　　 Wizea suddenly sensed the vigilance that still exists in this small space, and only then did he react to something.
　　 "Look, this is a photo of me and Ami Aiya, or the most recent."
　　 Seeing the clear picture projected in front of her, Ami Aiya’s innocent smile appeared in front of Langren, and the background seemed to be a research institute-like space.
　　 "It looks like a selfie of Ami Aiya."
　　 Langren smiled.
　　 "Yes, I don't like taking pictures, um...and this, I made her clone for her."
When Langren heard this, he looked at the transparent human-shaped object in the image as if it were a crystal statue. He thought it was Amiea’s ability, but it was strange for a long time at that time: how could there be a clone stronger than the body So many abilities were originally created.
　　 "Okay, let's talk about business, so the hundreds of kilometers of battle traces in the forest were left by you at that time?"
"Correct."
　　 "Okay, I don't have to take a trip. Now we have time to talk specifically."
　　 "Wait for Mr. Wizea, I don't have much time. This time I came to grab the goods with the group of lily girls outside."
　　 "What are you grabbing... those armaments? Are you the only ones?"
　　 Wizaya pointed at the phantom members outside through the dark screen and asked suspiciously.
　　 "They just want to know the source of the seller, as far as the goods can be grabbed."
　　 Hearing this Wizeya was silent for a moment: "Seller, don't you know?"
　　 He remembers that the source of this batch of goods has something to do with this little guy. Some of the power groups in the Star Luo Temple have also taken the initiative to cooperate with it.
"Of course I know that I am alone in Jaisu, who provokes Yuhuaxian and slashes the Dove Demon. The Order Barracks did not chase me secretly, but I have to be careful of the Order Assassination Department, so I grab the goods. The main person is me."
　　 Langren stuck his sword on the ground and motioned to Vizea to take over.
　　 Wizaya didn't talk nonsense, and pressed the hilt with one hand.
　　 "Hi~This sword?"
　　 At the moment he gripped the sword, fine scales appeared on his palm just in case. Who knew that this sword was like a red iron block that was burning red but restrained the hot temperature.
　　The moment he held it up, the hot temperature suddenly penetrated the scale armor into the flesh. Fortunately, his physique was strong enough. This level did not really hurt him, but only made him feel hot.
　　 "This sword is not an ordinary weapon. It has a non-native power system in it, which repels our local power attributes... How did you do it?"
Weizea asked why Langren could hold the sword without any scruples. He was obviously weak like an underage cub now. He possessed fangs but could not really show it. His physical strength was as weak as an ordinary person. .
"This is one of the characteristics of my abilities, so I slowly adapt to it, but it has also caused me to suffer a serious weakening of the state. You must know that I used to be a C-level abilities, but now my The physique is only that of an ordinary person."
　　 "So I need a mysterious soldier suit and a tyrannical potion, so that I have a certain ability to respond during this period of weakness."
　　 Langren explained.
　　 The point that Weizea paid attention to was not Langren's needs, but one of his points.
　　 "Tolerance? Can you develop tolerance to the rules of other civilizations? How is this possible?!"
　　Weizeya slightly bent over to lean in front of Langren, a pair of withered green pupils looked at Langren, and the vertical pupils contracted slightly.
"It's true... your body has very slight fluctuations of different rules, even I have to be very close to detect it, but it is true that the different rules are good... you are very good, no wonder Hesha has a very good evaluation of you~ EbookFREE.me~ It turns out that not only is the ability far surpassing the same level, but he also said that you are a little cautious, so let’s not talk about those for the time being... This sword, while you are going to grab the goods, first give me to collect With the following data, accordingly, I will tell you a route that will not trigger any alarms."
　　 Langren was very pleasantly surprised when he heard the news. Their original plan was that the hallucinating people caused a big movement to attract the guards of the gate, and then Langren sneaked in and stole a few at will.
　　 This method is their most perfect method, even if the alarm is triggered, Langren's infiltration work will be several times more difficult.
　　 "Also... I will lend you this."
　　 Wizea thought for a while, opened the windbreaker, and took off one of the two silver-gray belts around his waist.
　　 "Folding the empty belt, there is about three cubic meters of space, don't say it, I only use these two."
　　 Wezeya whispered, as if he was afraid of being known by someone in this shady space.
　　 Langren looked at the metal belt in the opponent's hand and blinked.
　　 "Thank you."
　　 "Don't thank you too early, the four B-levels are all outstanding in the same level. If you can come back intact, I can lend you this belt for a while."
　　 Wizea stretched out a finger at this point.
　　 "The premise is that you are alone, without the power of the women outside."
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