Cheng Qianxun smiled bitterly: "Sure enough, if you read too many martial arts novels, you can't find a way to protect the surface of your stomach and prevent it from absorbing the wine.
Then you can just spit it out all at once, which also saves mana."
When Gordon heard this, he didn't like it: "It's such an embarrassing situation.
We are also a race of gods now.
If the elves see us vomiting, it doesn't matter."
She burst out laughing and looked sideways at Gordon: "It's just a race of gods like us."
"Who stipulates that the gods can't relax sometimes?"
Gordon looked sideways at the other side.
"Haha, I won.
Come and come, no one is allowed to escape.
We agreed to kiss each one."
Reger looked more like he had drunk too much.
He was playing bending over the pole.
With his figure, those women The elf thought that he would not reach such a low height, but Regel relied on his previous foundation and was now chasing those female elves who were covering their cheeks and eating their tofu.
Well, Gordon is much better in comparison.
No wonder in many legends and myths, many gods have personalities and various bad habits.
Rudolph came over: "What did the Elf King ask you to do this afternoon?"
Just as they were about to chat, something happened, and it was Thanhill who came.
He was still wearing the same clothes he had in the afternoon, with a dark green robe underneath and a floor-length silver-black cardigan robe.
When he walked over, he looked so beautiful and regal.
His magnanimity was like the most intoxicating wine.
The elves moved out of the way and bowed their heads in salute.
And Thurnhill seemed to be targeting them, walking straight ahead.
Even Rudolf forgot to say anything for a moment, looking at this king who was so beautiful that he could rival the gods.
He walked over with a slight smile on his lips.
Standing in front of the three people, Thernhill stopped and said to them: "Tonight is the moon feast.
At this time, the natural tree that maintains the elves begins to bear fruit.
You can feel that the fruits are growing on the top of the tree and then mature. , the seeds float down and take root on the ground, what a wonderful thing it is.
I hope you have a good time."
What else can you say if you make a polite opening statement to your guests.
Just smile and say thank you.
"Well done."
Thernhill said to Alelas who came over.
Then he tilted his head slightly and greeted him in the unique way of the elves and him: "I'm sorry to excuse you."
Rudolf's immediate response: "Thanks for the treat."
The corners of Thurnhill's mouth turned upward.
Turn around gracefully and go somewhere else.
This is not an event, it is simply an inspection by the king.
Rudolf lowered his voice next to her: "No, he looks at you in the wrong way."
"What's wrong?"
doesn't seem to be any different.
But I always felt like something was wrong.
Rudolph said softly: "I don't know.
I can't tell."
At this time, Elleras came to invite everyone to participate in the event: "There will be a winner in each competition here, and a crown made of branches will be awarded."
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Seeing Rudolf roll his eyes, he quickly added: "Are you interested in participating in the wooden sword competition?
My father specially took out a sword as a reward.
This sword cuts iron like cheese.
Same."
They are not interested, even if it is one of the famous swords, they cannot take it away, and it will be useless if they win.
Unless this sword is a mission.
Even if it is the sword in the stone that symbolizes the king, we must try our best to pull it out. . .
Thought of this.
She remembered the sword she had drawn that afternoon, whether it was long or short.
Whose sword is this?
What is the dark powder that seals the sword from its sheath?
"No, the gods generally rely on magic, and swordsmanship is rarely used.
Since you can have weapons that are more effective than swordsmanship, why bother working so hard?"
Rudolf declined.
Even if he admitted that his skills were inferior to others, at least he didn't have to get into this muddy water. .
So what if they win in swordsmanship, that's not it.
Being competitive is not their style.
It seemed that many people's eyes were focused on one place, and many people who were playing began to gather there.
An elf ran over: "Oh no, Omrod is having a sword fight with Cheng's fiancé."
Elleras was quite happy: "Obviously not all the gods are not interested in swordsmanship."
What this elf said almost made her and her two teammates jump: "They used real swords."
Cheng Qianxun trotted over in a hurry, peeling away the layers of onlookers in front of him.
Sure enough, Sneijder and Omrod were competing with real swords.
Seeing Reger standing in front and watching, he got angry and cursed: "What's going on, you didn't stop me."
"Can you stop it?
Omrod has made a declaration of war.
If it were me, I would have no choice but to draw my sword."
Regel calmly comforted him with a smile: "It's okay.
The Elf King is watching from the side.
This kid is not They will fight for you.
I am very touched.
I didn’t expect Sneijder’s swordsmanship to be very good.
Did he learn fencing and keep his skills?”
Even if she had never learned it before, after so much training, her body's flexibility and coordination were already different from ordinary people.
Even she picked up the sword as if she had specially practiced it.
"I'm so touched."
She was so angry that she cursed.
It was a real sword.
The sword had no eyes.
What if it hurt Sneed?
Even if it hurt Omrod, this would cause unnecessary trouble on someone else's territory. .
Elleras, who followed, also comforted him: "It's just a test.
Even if it's a duel, the elves will not kill their kind or friends easily.
The swords of the elves will only be aimed at the enemy."
She asked without thinking: "Are they including love rivals?"
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Elleras was stunned and hesitated: "Well, it seems that there has never been a duel for love..."
I was just not sure that I had to stop them.
I turned my head and saw that Thurnhill was not far away, standing and watching.
So she continued to push away the onlookers and walked towards Thurnhill.
"Your Majesty, please tell Omrod to stop.
They are using real swords.
This is no longer a game."
She requested with an unquestionable tone.
But Thernhill looked at Omrod and Sneijder on the field with a smile.
You were slashing me fiercely.
His slender fingers slightly covered his thin red lips: "Don't be nervous.
In the jungle castle, you can still do it."
No one died in the duel.
At least, your fiancé doesn't have to climb the tree.
Anyway, Omrod has never let go of you, so let him solve it in his own way."
She exhaled and asked: "Sneijder wins.
He can give up."
"No."
Thurnhill covered his smiling lips with his hand: "But at least you know that your fiancé is stronger than him and more suitable to take care of you.
He will wait for another partner who is more suitable for him to appear, or work hard Become stronger, or wait until Sneijder leaves you.
But don't worry, the elf won't wait too long.
It will take up to five hundred years to figure it out even if nothing is done successfully. of."
Does the old elf speak in such a special way?
The corners of her mouth were cramped.
Since that's what it says, let them fight.
Men have their own way of solving problems.
No matter whether Sneijder wins or loses, at least Omrod's resentment has a way to resolve it.
I really don’t know what got Omrod crazy.
Why do you think of going to a duel?
At this time, Elleras came over: "Father, let them not use real swords.
Sneed is Cheng's fiancé, and Omrod is my good friend.
I don't want either party to be injured.
If you want to compete, it's better to change Wooden sword."
Thernhill put down his hand and said to his son: "I can't stop it.
This is voluntary for both of them, whether it is a competition or a duel.
Even the king can only bear witness."
"Not even the king can stop it."
She frowned slightly.
"That's natural."
Thurnhill replied with a smile: "I'm not even afraid of death anymore.
It doesn't matter whose order it is."
"According to the rules of the elves, no one can go.
This is their business."
He said immediately when he saw Gordon about to go up.
Two guards took a step toward Gordon, seeming to be blocking him.
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"I'm sorry, the rules are the rules, no one can disturb her."
He turned to face her with a half-smile on his lips: "But it doesn't mean that everyone here can't stop it."
"What do you mean?"
She was stunned.
Thurnhill smiled but did not answer, raised his head, and continued to watch the duel on the field.
Sneijder's swordsmanship is naturally not as good as Ormrod's.
The elves have a long lifespan, reaching adulthood at three hundred years.
Ormrod should have lived at least three hundred years.
The nobles usually spend their free time learning musical instruments, practicing martial arts, and going to the jungle to kill spiders to gain experience upgrades and the like.
And Sneijder is only less than thirty years old.
Even though he has learned a lot along the way and has strong physical coordination, he is still not as good as the young elf uncle who is hundreds of years old.
When using spells, you should try not to be seen by others.
It is not good to cheat too obviously.
Sneijder had no choice but to secretly transfer spells to his sword and block Omrod's fierce attack with all his strength.
It seemed that he hoped that Omrod would get tired of cutting and give up, so that it would be a draw without losing or losing.
But Omrod seems to have endless strength.
Sneed's magic is exhausted even now, but he shows no sign of getting tired yet.
The power of love is indeed endless.
Then the only way to stop them was to stop the Elf King.
Elleras said: "According to the rules of the elves, you cannot interfere during a duel.
But if the cause of the duel is against another elf, then this elf can go out."
Stop them and oppose the two dueling for him."
So that's it, don't go into the rules.
Sneijder is running out of energy.
After all, they are still human beings, and they are not as durable as the elves who are gifted and condensed with the energy of the gods.
The elves can jump three to four meters high and ten meters away, and they can only rely on magic power.
She couldn't wait any longer and looked around.
The other elves were looking at her, waiting for her reaction.
In fact, this feeling of dueling for her is really bad.
If I just use my fists, it would be okay.
Now I use real swords with sharp blades.
I am worried but I don't feel smug at all.
"Stop it" she yelled.
But this still couldn't stop Omrod's crazy attack.
If this continues, no matter how good-tempered Sneijder is, he will get angry.
When the anger rises, he will be unable to hold back a big explosion.
He will use the remaining mana, plus a small universe explosion and the like, to stab Omrod with a sword.
Even if he can't die, he will still be seriously injured, and he will be the laughing stock of others for hundreds of years, laughing at him for overestimating his abilities in a duel with the gods.
It is definitely not a good thing for Omrod to be injured.
You must know that he is a noble.
There must be elves who laugh at him and there must be elves who speak for him.
The enemy cannot be raised before the mission is completed, and the Elf King is obviously looking at their performance.
Maybe he was thinking about whether they were worth helping.
If Omrod was injured, he could use this to delay time.
Wait until he was healed and the two of them were more team-spirited before climbing the tree.
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They have to wait at least a month.
They don't know how much time the heaven will give them, and they don't know if they have the life to climb out by then.
They may have been overturned and their souls will return to the heaven to become four-winged angels.
Then go and stop him.
She raised her magic power and jumped over, preparing to jump in front of Sneijder and pull him back.
With her blocking him, Omrod would probably not continue to fight forcefully.
Omrod must be riding a tiger now, struggling for a long time with no results.
He has no choice but to continue until his strength is exhausted.
"Cheng, be careful!"
Rudolf shouted at the right time, also reminding the two guys to be careful that she had passed.
Omrod and Sneed heard the shouting, and sure enough their movements slowed down.
Omrod turned his head to look, and when he saw her leaping over, he shouted: "Leave quickly."
But it was too late, the sword itself lit up, and then emitted a dazzling light, flying towards her. . .
She was immediately frightened, and she suddenly raised all her magic power and pulled her body upwards, trying to avoid the light.
But strangely, this light actually had a sense of heat.
It followed her and formed an arc in mid-air.
She jumped very high, but still did not avoid the sword light.
She felt a sharp pain in her calf, and then her energy dissipated and she fell from the air.
"Cheng" Omrod's cry sounded.
But when she fell, she didn't hit the ground.
Someone was holding her up below.
When he saw who it was, he was stunned.
It was Thurnhill.
Thernhill held her in one hand and held a long sword in the other, blocking the second sword light.
When this light hit Thernhill's sword, it immediately turned into pieces and dissipated.
Thernhill hugged her waist and turned around, facing away from Omrod who was in a daze not far away.
Elleras had already jumped to Omrod, grabbed the sword, put it into its sheath, and cursed: "What kind of sword are you using?
With this sword, I don't know that some of Cheng's magic power is repelled by this kind of sword." "?"
"It's okay."
Thernhill said to her and to her teammates who were coming: "This sword will track and attack the demons.
As long as there are elves in front of it and the sword is sheathed, it will be fine."
Omrod also jumped over, with a nervous and apologetic look on his face: "I'm sorry, this sword is inherited from the family.
Legend has it that it can exorcise demons.
I didn't expect that it would emit sword light with just a shake."
"I can't blame you.
The demons were sealed a thousand years ago.
But the sword has been put away.
As long as Cheng is in the jungle, don't take it out again."
Thernhill is like a loving father, and that's right.
Logically speaking, people didn't know there would be such consequences
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