Chapter 897: Guild Wars in Tianyuan (15)

Chapter 897 Guild Wars in Tianyuan
The true swordsman is seeking his greatest enemy in his life, and constantly seeks the strong to be an opponent in order to surpass himself. Solar's body exudes this kind of gas field, and Biddiville can understand even without asking.
But the werewolf has no interest in this.
"You might think that I am strong enough to be your enemy. But that is just an illusion, Mr. Solar." Bédiville couldn't wait to clarify the matter to the other side, hoping to get rid of this one. The entanglement of the swordsman: "I don't want to be like a sword with you, and I don't want to be a strong swordsman. I just came to take the test in order to become the power of [王]. The goal of my life is completely different from yours, please don't Mix me with you."
"Yes? It's really disappointing, my friend." Solar's loss is written on his face: "Whether. Even if you don't want to, we still have a chance to fight. I took this test, not at all. Become a round table knight, but to meet a good opponent like you. One day, we will use the sword to talk, my friend."
"I will say it later." The werewolf replied depressedly. If possible, the werewolves simply don't want to fight this crazy man. But Solar said that it is all right: since this is the selection test for the Knights of the Round Table, the duel between the candidates is always inevitable.
Whether Bedyville can get to that point and meet the swordsman Soral, it is another matter.
In the middle of the night, everyone chilled for a while, and after they had explained the things, they all fell asleep.
Albert snorted in his sleeping bag, which was temporarily wrapped in a parachute cloth.
Paramidis sleeps with his son, and there are a lot of ambiguous words in his mouth. Slaged used a damp cloth to cover his father's forehead with a damp cloth.
Bedyville stood outside the camp and watched all the movements that might have occurred in the wilderness.
And other companions also found a corner, leaning against the stone, sleeping around the bonfire.
In this serenity, Ilan, a white bear who was seriously injured and unconscious, was entangled in a nightmare and could not sleep well.
In his dreams, he recalls himself as a child. In the fox people's research institute, they were abused by the foxes and lived a life of inhumanity.
He is often trapped in a tiny iron cage, and there is no room for turning around. The foxes continue to pierce the body of the white bear with spikes, on the one hand to stimulate the regenerative ability of the white bear boy, and on the other hand to bring great pain to him, so that he can become a [dark] hotbed.
The foxes conducted inhuman experiments on the white bears and teenagers, cutting off his body and implanting various instruments. They cut Elien's internal organs and observed how these internal organs repaired themselves in a bright red.
Peel, cut meat, and bone. Every day, the White Bears spend their time in the pain. That day was like being in hell.
In the great pain and darkness that kills the soul, only one faith maintains Elaine's mind, so that the white bears and the young are not completely swallowed by despair.
It is -
"呜" In the low-pitchedness of the white bear, one hand pressed on his forehead.
In the nightmare, Elaine, who was so scared and sweaty, gradually calmed down.
Xiong Wei opened his eyes, and in the blur of tears and sweat, he saw the figure of the person through the fire.
Although the outline of the appearance is completely different, the faint scent of the person gives the white bear a feeling of uncomfortable familiarity.
"Brother?" Ilan's unintentional words, which seemed unconscious, seemed to be real under the instinct.
The hand shrank back, and with the figure, it was hidden in the darkness. The rest of the temperature from the palm of his hand remained on Elaine's forehead.
Tonight, the reincarnation of Kama (destiny) is still quietly turning.
The moment until the end (liberation).
the next morning.
Husky woke up early, or he didn't sleep well at all.
Even for such a lively and innocent, energetic canine boy, there were still too many things happening last night, so much that Husky’s eyes were a bit embarrassing. If Lian Yin didn't call his son to report peace last night, the situation would probably get worse.
"Wake up?" King Arthur waited in front of the child's bed. It seemed to wake up early, in order to look after the child: "What are you going to do today? Are you going to rest in bed for a day? They continue the game yesterday?"
The weekend has not yet completely ended. Husky could have continued to "play" today - just see if he has this feeling.
"Go, go to Wang." Husky blinked: "Husky has promised Hal, Wang to finish the task. Of course, keep the promise."
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"Okay." The Cavalier nodded and gently touched the head of the canine boy: "If you can rise to level 5 or higher today, you will admit that you are a qualified man and give you a present."
The canine boy heard a gift and immediately shook his tail: "Gift? What gift Wang?"
The Cavalier smiled mysteriously and sold a pass: "Look ahead, you will love this gift. Yes, before you go to Edinburgh, you have to go to visit your mother?"
The canine boy had a hard time thinking about it: "Well, I still don't want to go too early. I will go to Mommy too. I will go to Mommy tonight."
He may say that it is out of consideration, and perhaps out of fear and embarrassment. Only Husky knew it in his heart.
King Arthur did not ask more, and quickly stood up from the chair: "Then it will be refreshed quickly, and we will leave after breakfast."
"Well!" Husky jumped out of bed quickly and ran to the fart.
At the same time, in the East African Plateau, Bediville, who got up early, brushed up by the river and started his morning exercise.
Before the other companions are fully awake, he can practice about 10 minutes before he can leave. Of course, this only includes the most basic punching action.
Even so, the werewolf's double fists are still waving, playing well, and making a clear echo in the air. This reminds him of the simple life of a hundred years in the snowy mountains of Western Siberia.
Even if the environment changes drastically, letting Bedieville be in this involuntary situation, by morning exercise, he can still pick up his mood and cheer up again to continue the journey of the new day.
He was fully absorbed, and the pilgrimage-like martial arts process continued until he found someone peeping behind him, and Bediville stopped.
The werewolf turned his head and saw that the peeper was the swordsman Solar. Although he had already named everything with him last night, the madman of Solar has been very interested in Bediville, and even the morning exercise of Bediville has come together.
"Hey, Solar, good morning." The werewolf tried to make himself behave a little, although he was very unhappy.
"Good morning." Solar rushed to Biddiville with a smile. The smile was very sincere, at least not as hard as it was: "Good diligence, my friend. This intensity exercise was done early in the morning. If you swing so fast, you are not afraid to strain your arm joints?"
Bedieville stunned and didn't know how to answer.
(What is wrong with my joint strain?)
"It’s good to get used to it." Biddyville thought for a long time before he replied.
"Hey, aren't you coming to have breakfast?" There was a sip from Albert at the camp, when the tiger was throwing the dried thunder meat into the bowl and licking the broth: "You don't come." If you, I will eat your share too?"
Bedyville washed his face with the river, no longer took care of Solar, and went to the camp. He seemed to still feel the burning gaze of Solar, and the gaze fell on the joints of the werewolf's arm.
"The girl is sore," Paramitis grabbed the forehead and screamed like a cat. This big cat was so happy last night that it was finally suffering and was tortured by a hangover.
"Let's do it." The werewolf sat down on a large stone and took a bowl of broth from Seglade: "I don't understand why you can get drunk so easily if you don't invade."
The Leopard warrior tried to defend himself: "Because the mushroom soup became good for the body, my body should not be able to exclude the beneficial substances as harmful substances, so I was drunk."
The people present were white with Paramitis, but in exchange for the big cat's shrug.
After a night's rest, the white bear Elaine recovered from the injury. He climbed up slightly and saw Chanel's face with a gentle smile as soon as he opened his eyes.
"Good morning. Give, use this to wipe the sweat." The elf girl handed over a frozen towel. It is a towel that has been frozen with ice cubes made of saltpeter. It feels cool and cool, and it is very comfortable.
"Thank you, thank you." The white bear took a towel with a red face and buried his face in a towel, feeling the comfort and pleasure of the cold.
"Well, that's great, I want to have a sister send an ice towel early in the morning." Albert was not willing to look at Elaine.
"You? You are more suitable for this." Chanel picked up two wooden sticks and took a piece of red charcoal from the campfire and handed it to the tiger. Deliberately pretending to be kind, he said, "Come, open your mouth -"
"Ah, hahahaha, don't open this kind of joke." The tiger shrank back halfway and continued to drink his stew.
"It's so hot." Saifei also woke up and was blowing broth while blowing. The cat's tongue is really hot, so you can't swallow without blowing the broth.
"After eating, we are about to leave." Paramitis urged, and looked at the sky at the same time.
Sunrise.