Princess Against the World

Only the high human race can afford such a heavy sword.

This also shows a problem positively-

Sanchun Lake, there really have been high races!

That child of Yan Ziyue has a place to recognize his ancestors!

but--

How could the sword of the high human race stuck in the rock?

"High human race? Is the one that San Shao said... the big man?"

Ling Luoyu explained briefly and concisely about the high races, and he also automatically drew a picture for them in his mind.

But the person on that picture is definitely not the height you see now!

"My God... how tall can the high human race be?"

Isn't an adult going to rise to the sky?

However, if you don't build a mountain, how can you use such a big sword! ?

Dingmiao approached the giant sword, his eyes were extremely complicated: "This sword... can sink so deep, you can see the strength used at that time! And..."

He dragged Feng Chenglin around the boulder half a circle, and gestured with his head sideways.

"Did you see the traces on this..."

The boulder has cracked a few holes, and the edges have weathered and become smooth.

"At first I thought it was a cracked stone, but now it seems that it's not..."

Feng Chenglin glanced at him suspiciously, leaned closer, and looked at himself, his eyes narrowed: "You didn't mean... these are all sword marks?"

"what do you say?"

"...I think... it's really a bit like!"

Otherwise, these cracks will not be so smooth.

Dingmiao looked towards Fengchenglin: "If it is a sword mark, what does it mean?"

Feng Chenglin's head scratching through the gap suddenly lifted, and he turned his head thoughtfully: "It means that someone was fighting here..."

Moreover, there will be a fierce battle.

So that no one can pull out the sword after it is inserted into the boulder.

The two had four eyes, facing each other, speechless for a while.

After half a day, Dingmiao said, "What about now? Enter, or not?"

"This arrow is on the string, I have to send..."

Feng Chenglin glanced at the giant sword, winking.

"No, the sword that should be in the stone, we have to go..."

At this point, how can they retreat? !

Besides, even if they don't go in, Ling Luoyu will come in.

If something is really happening inside, they are outside, and they talk about taking care of each other!

"Then go!" Dingmiao also settled his mind: "I want to see what is going on with this Sanchun Lake!"

After they left, several men in black appeared in front of the giant sword wearing a special cloak.

One of them squatted on the ground and checked: "Brother Zhuang, there are footprints that go in, a human race like us..."

"several?"

"Two! From the footsteps, they are two men!"

"Sure enough, I got into the cat!"

Zhuang Dashang raised his arm and stroked the bird squatting on his wrist, with a smile.

"If the cat wants to steal the fish, let them steal it... If they have the ability to catch the fish, it is their good fortune, if they can't catch it, it's their fate! Our task is to stay around. Look at them...remember, the old rules, only allowed in, not allowed out!"

With a fierce wave of his right hand in the air, he immediately waved to the surroundings.

"No matter what comes out of it, kill Wushe! Do you understand?"

"Roger that!"

Several people leaped up, drew a beautiful arc in the air, and disappeared in the fog.

The walking Feng Chenglin suddenly stopped, turned his head thoughtfully, and looked behind him.