About the story of a brave man being a potato for a thousand years and then the world was destroyed

At this point, the floor cursor on the magic elevator also reached the last grid. With the vibration brought by a wave of magic power, the elevator door slowly opened.

Gently flicking the cloak on his body, Miss raised his foot and walked out of the elevator.

Walking out of the elevator and into the door of the only banquet hall, Miss looked up at this luxurious banquet hall.

There were no dining tables and chairs, but instead there were sofas and coffee tables elegantly arranged in the huge space, beautiful reliefs decorated the walls, dazzling crystal chandeliers hung high on the ceiling, and luxurious ornaments dotted the empty spaces in the room.

On those sofas, hundreds of people in different clothes were sitting scattered around.

Some were dressed as plainly as Miss, and some were dressed in high-end robes, but without exception, these people were familiar faces to Miss.

When Miss came in, most people waved to him casually or raised their chins, which was considered a greeting.

However, there were also a few people with sullen faces, either deliberately smacking their tongues or sneering.

And these few people were guys who had a personal grudge against Miss.

It was because of them that Miss embarrassed herself in public and left in anger.

When enemies meet, they don't have a good face, and Miss naturally can't have a smile. He snorted coldly, found an empty sofa and sat down, took out the letter and looked at it again, and then put it back in his arms.

After waiting for a while, a few familiar faces came in one after another. Judging from their expressions, they seemed to have seen some people they didn't want to see.

There was a slight smile on the corner of Miss's mouth, and he casually looked at his nails to pass the time.

He knew long ago that when someone opened Pandora's box, he would never be the only victim. He didn't know what happened that day, but looking at the atmosphere, he could guess it.

The awkward and silent atmosphere lasted for a long time, and suddenly, the lights in the whole area dimmed a little.

Everyone looked up and found that all the headlights above their heads were turned off, leaving only the small lights that set off the atmosphere.

And in this dim environment, a ray of fluorescence lit up at the innermost part of the space.

Turning their heads to look in the direction of the fluorescence, they found that the source of the fluorescence was actually a staff.

A beautiful long staff with a glazed glow all over...

That was also called the key to the sanctuary, a ritual staff between the inheritance and the successive saints.

At that moment, Miss's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

His sight slowly moved down along the staff and looked at the person holding the staff.

He wanted to see who had taken the inheritance and pretended to be stupid, making himself so embarrassed.

But when he saw the man's face, he was stunned.

Or rather, everyone present was stunned.

That was a person they could not figure out no matter what.

It was a person who, in their concept, could never hold this staff...

No, that shouldn't be said. To be precise, they didn't even have the slightest idea of ​​connecting the two.

"Jon Snow? Why is it you!?" Miss immediately made a surprised sound.

"Hey, Miss," Jon Snow held the staff and looked at Miss, "Long time no see, when was the last time we met? Uh, it seems to be when you gave me the practice, I really miss it..."

Miss's breath was choked when he heard this.

Practice?

It sounds good, they were bullying him and throwing him out of the Secret Sanctuary, but now this sentence sounds weird to him.

He subconsciously wanted to get angry, but the next second, he still shut up.

If it were before, with Jon Snow's situation in the Secret Sanctuary, it would not be too easy to pull a group of people to step on him, but now the people here are already a mess.

Even if it is not a mess, Miss also knows that he is an outsider. Although he can't figure it out, the inheritance of the Secret Sanctuary is probably in Jon Snow's hands. He won't be the first to stand out. He smiled awkwardly, leaned back in the chair, and kept silent.

But just because he was insecure, it didn’t mean that everyone else was insecure as well.

Jon Snow took the inheritance, which was something almost no one expected. Naturally, no one would obey him.

"Hey! Jon Snow, how did you get the inheritance?" Someone immediately frowned and shouted, "You didn't go to the old master to feed him a drug? Or did you give the old master to..."

"Watch your words, Mahler," Jon Snow looked at the man, "You don't want your fantasy to come true. Believe me, if I can really kill the old master, I will be able to take you on your way in a while."

"Then why do you have the inheritance?" Another person said, "In terms of performance, popularity, and seniority, none of them should be your turn, right?"

"Who do you think should be the one?" Jon Snow sneered, "Kiselos, who tore off your face and stomped it into a ball of colorful lotus paste on the ground? I didn't expect that you great arcanists would be so shameless until now. Others don't take you seriously at all, and you still flatter them?"

"Did you come to us today to quarrel with him!?" A great arcanist roared.

"Oh, I don't know who is picking a fight," Jon Snow sneered, "Do you think it's so hard for you to accept that I got the inheritance? Or do you all think you are worthy of this inheritance? Aren't you afraid that you will be beaten to death by Kiselos and then surrender your position obediently?"

"Haha, listen, talking behind people's backs is tough," a great arcanist sneered, "Anyway, Kiselos is not here, so no matter how much you talk, you will be invincible. What a pity, according to your words, aren't you unworthy? Ah? Otherwise, why would you gather all of us? Isn't it because you want us to be your guns? It's so funny, Jon Snow, if you take people for granted, you should look at the target, okay?"

"Take people for granted? Haha," Jon Snow smiled, "You are the one who takes people for granted, why do you think I didn't invite Kiselos?"

"Nonsense! The content of your letter..." A great arcanist was about to refute when he heard the door slam open.

"You wrote it for me on purpose, right?" Kiselos appeared at the door, and behind him, there were more than a dozen great arcanists.

Some of them are Kiselos's close friends, some are his apprentices, and some are brothers who have fought for their lives with him. In short, they are all people who stand on his side unconditionally.

"Just as you thought," Snow smiled, "so don't take it too seriously."

"Hehe, I never took it seriously. When I intercepted these intelligence, I guessed that you deliberately let me intercept them," Kiselos sneered, "This is your purpose, isn't it? Taking advantage of the recent conflicts between me and everyone, you try to sow discord and suppress me to secure your position, but you think too much, I may have some small conflicts with everyone, but you, do you deserve this position, don't you have any points?"

"So what do you want to say?" Snow looked at him with a smile, "I hand over the inheritance to you, and then congratulate our great Mystic Sanctuary for ushering in the weakest period in history? Only, I count, twelve, thirteen, plus you, fourteen people?"

"Hehe, don't worry about it," Kiselos sneered, "For the sake of the world, I believe they will figure it out, right, everyone?"

Kiselos said, his eyes swept over all the great arcanists present.

Unfortunately, no one spoke up to agree.

Naturally, the great arcanists are the most arrogant people. They can accept being at a disadvantage, but they absolutely cannot stand being insulted.

Although they look down on Jon Snow, no one is willing to lose face and become a licker for Kiselos.

Of course, as Kiselos said, they know what they are doing. For the sake of world justice, they will return to the ranks sooner or later, but that is a story for the future. If they find a suitable step to get off the ground, they will not be called a licker and coward, but will be called a licker for the sake of world justice.

So today, no matter how the two sides fight, they will just watch coldly.

Moreover, although they are unhappy with Kiselos, they are also dissatisfied with Jon Snow. Seeing Jon Snow being defeated today is also a good show for them.

Seeing that everyone is silent, Kiselos and Jon Snow are not surprised.

It is better to say that this development was expected by both of them.

"It seems that your calculations have failed," Kiselos looked at Jon Snow, "They seem to be planning to stand by and watch."

"Why do you think I will count on them?" Jon Snow sneered, "Don't you just want this title? Well, according to the tradition of the Secret Sanctuary, the capable are superior. Let's not do anything pretentious. Fight. If you win, I will voluntarily give up my position. If you lose, you and your followers will be honest and do what you should do."

"Hehe, it's like a joke," Kiselos sneered, "Why do you compare with me? ? "

"The inheritance is in my hands, not in yours," said Jon Snow, "You won't be afraid, will you?"

"Afraid of you? Nonsense, why don't you tell me how to compete? How many games? Do you decide or do I decide?" asked Kiselos, "I hope you won't describe a farce."

"Whether it is a farce or not depends on your performance," Jon Snow folded his arms, "I won't play any fancy tricks with you, one game will decide the winner, let's duel."

Kiselos immediately raised his eyebrows and looked at Jon Snow in disbelief.

"What? Are you scared?" Snow said with disdain, "I hope you don't say such boring nonsense as one-on-one can't show your ability. You should know what kind of environment we are in. Don't expect you to convince others even if you lose. Oh, or do you think it's unfair for summoners to fight you in groups? How about we fight in groups?"

"It's ridiculous. I'm just surprised that you would make such a stupid suggestion," Kesselos smiled, and the staff in his hand appeared out of thin air. He touched the ground, and the circular corridor between the fields, which was only ten meters in radius, instantly expanded to several miles wide. However, he didn't chant a single word of spell throughout the whole process.

"Fighting with a mage who chants instantly, huh," Kesselos sneered, "It's really stupid and amazing."

281. Two-in-one Can chanting be as fast as fists? Take my punch!

No one who came today thought that they would see such a scene.

As the saying goes, there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts. When the Secret Sanctuary really considers the level of knowledge, it is actually difficult to rank them. After all, everyone has a different direction, and they are all great secret masters. Who can not have a few breakthrough results?

And since it is a breakthrough result, as long as it is made, there is no difference between high and low.

So all along, if we talk about arcane attainments, we can only talk about qualifications, and stop there. There is no obvious distinction in status. Anyway, they are all great arcanists. Instead of fighting for meaningless titles, they are more willing to invest their time in useful places.

But later, a small group headed by Kiselos appeared among the radicals. Kiselos himself gradually established a unique prestige and became the next Saint Master candidate in a sense among the radicals.

This is not because his arcane achievements and level are so outstanding. There is only one reason, that is, he can fight.

The former Secret Sanctuary did not care about the combat effectiveness of the arcanists. After all, in their view, pursuing the roots of the arcane is the best, and thinking about some battlefield skills of fighting and killing is simply a waste of time for warriors.

The great arcanists have always looked down on warriors.

Unfortunately, the times have changed.

When the Tyrant and his King Riders chased the group of great arcanists and made them run wild, they realized that actual combat ability was still very important.

After all, when the warriors came to the door, those high-end research, which relied on infinitely complicated processes to achieve the mysterious arcane effects, were useless in actual combat.

And Kiselos, who once had a very low prestige in the Secret Sanctuary, rose to prominence and his reputation became higher and higher.

The reason is that he is a leader in actual combat, a researcher in the extremely unpopular arcane direction - a great arcanist who studies instant chanting.

Instant chanting, as the name suggests, is a skill to launch arcane in an instant.

Although most arcanists can use their skills to greatly shorten their chanting time in battle, it is only a shortening. In the real fierce close combat, instant chanting with a chanting time of a few tenths of a second has an overwhelming advantage over ordinary chanting. It can be said that it is a skill direction specially born for combat.

Therefore, looking at the radicals of the entire Mystic Sanctuary, no one can beat Kiselos.

Ordinary archmages cannot complete the chant and will be defeated by him.

The world-breaking mage can attack instantly, but his moves are very open and closed, and the civil war of the archmage, without the changeable arcane, will only be played by others.

As for the summoner...

In the past, they thought that although the summoner had summoned beasts, he was weak after all. As long as he was attacked by the instant mage, he would naturally fall into a passive position, start to be exhausted from defense, and eventually be slowly dragged to death.

Yes, they all thought so in the past.

But today's scene exceeded everyone's imagination.

In the one-on-one battle with Jon Snow, Kiselos was suppressed and couldn't even fight back.

In the front, the fierce attack of Wuxiang followed like a shadow.

In the blind spot of vision, the black earth dragon launched sneak attacks from time to time.

In the sky, the white phantom dragon soared leisurely, using dragon fire to block Kisselos' counterattack, and occasionally using dragon fire to block Kisselos's movement.

And Jon Snow himself stood quietly, watching Kisselos fleeing in a panic, with a sneer on his face.

To be honest, he was actually quite scared before he came today.

After all, the instant chanting mage is known as the invincible thing in the mage civil war. If it weren't for Liu Ji and Ya Yin's cover in the dark, he really wouldn't dare to be so arrogant.

But when the fight really started, he suddenly found that Kisselos seemed to be more defeated than he thought.

Thinking about it carefully, it's right. After all, the battles between the radicals and the tyrants and others are based on large magic circles. The confrontation that is truly exposed in the open atmosphere is at best a battle of escape.

As they said, all the great arcanists who have really faced the power of the tyrant have become conservatives.

Although Kisselos said that he has strong combat power, real combat and actual combat in words are two different things after all.

"Boom!"

Accompanied by the explosion of energy, the shock wave with small power but great thrust instantly blew Wuxiang away. Kiselos turned his staff, and dazzling sparks exploded in circles around him, forcing the black and white dragons to retreat. His figure flashed, and he appeared behind Jon Snow in the next moment.

And Jon Snow seemed to have expected it, and his figure had already turned half a body.

In an instant, their eyes met.

Jon Snow saw the anger, unwillingness, disbelief, and fanatical fighting spirit in the other's eyes.

But Kiselos saw only a hint of ridicule.

He didn't understand why Jon Snow still had this expression until now. At the current distance, no matter how fast Jon Snow's summoned beast was, it would still take time to come, and this time was enough to support him to launch his own magic.

At this distance, no magic could be faster than instant chanting!

Kiselos mobilized his magic power with ruthlessness, allowing the magic to take shape at the end of his staff at the fastest speed.

However, in his astonished eyes, Jon Snow actually raised his hand.

There was no staff, no magic chanting, just an ordinary hand raising.

Then, the next second, Jon Snow's fist hit his face.

With the scream of his jaw, Kiselos flew out and hit the ground headfirst, somersaulted several times, and finally hit the wall in the distance with a bang. Although he used the staff to support the ground and stood up in the first time, his body was shaking for a while, and he was obviously a little dizzy.