Ryan's Sword

Chapter 131, Scene 130, Inheriting the Secret Realm (Ⅰ)

The monsoon on the east coast blows hot and humid air from the sea, and after a moment of scorching by the full power of the holy day, it will turn into a scorching air that seems to be formed after the breath of a giant dragon.Even if you hide in the house and be exposed to the sunlight coming in through the doors and windows, it will make you sweat in an instant.

This is the hot summer day in the Far East Province of the Ryan Empire.

"Ok?"

The scorching sun in the sky shines on the face through the gaps in the leaves. As the leaves sway in the summer wind, the sun and shadows move back and forth happily with them, so that the capillaries on the eyelids The color of the veins switched back and forth between bright orange and dull crimson after being hit by sunlight.

This bad experience is undoubtedly more annoying to a person who takes a nap than an alarm clock.

There is a faint fragrance from the nostrils. At first smell, it is like mint. It is refreshing in the cold, but if you linger on it carefully, it is full of refreshing floral fragrance——

It is not as fragrant as peony, nor as sweet as gardenia. It is like the fragrance that a beauty naturally exudes when she comes out of the bath. It is mysterious and elegant. The longer you smell it, the more you can't stop.

"... Xue Youlan?"

This is a rare orchid that grows in the ice and snow. Regardless of its own value, just transplanting it to the subtropical Far East province on Earth will cost a fortune in human, financial and material resources. Astronomical figures.

Ian, who was woken up from a dream by the direct sunlight, opened his eyes and saw not far away an ice crystal flower garden condensed by a magic circle, on which the carpet was covered with snow orchids with white stems and purple flowers.

"..."

After waking up, Ian suddenly felt that the phrase "treat money like dung" can be interpreted literally in the world of the rich.

Plant snow orchids in patches in the hot summer?Excuse me, do you still lack pendants on your leg hair?

However, Ian knew that now was not the time to worry about this, so he quickly mobilized the information in his vision to refresh the record, rolled around and got hungry, and then saw the prompt message he saw before he fell into a coma.

"Hint: You have found a mysterious prehistoric cave."

"Hint: You are trying to enter the cave to explore its secrets... You have touched a layer of unknown energy, do you want to move on? (Yes/No)"

"Hint: You choose to move on... You have entered an unknown secret realm and are collecting matching information to regenerate characters..."

"Reminder: You have entered the 'Phantom Sword Secret Realm'."

The reminder information came to an abrupt end here, and Ian scratched his head helplessly. He remembered that all he saw was these reminder information before his eyes turned black and he fell asleep.

"I know this is the inheritance secret realm of phantom sword art...but where is it?"

The arm that had been put down after scratching his head flashed in the corner of his vision. Ian was taken aback for a moment, then raised his hands and put them in front of his eyes——

The pair of small hands in front of him were still white and slender, but in terms of scale, they did not look like a 16-year-old boy, but a child whose body had not yet begun to develop.

"Gah..."

Ian raised his hand subconsciously to touch his face, and then looked up and down his body in a short jacket and short sleeves and his legs, which were not much thicker than a bamboo pole.

This is the body of a child.

Why is he so fat, maybe he is addicted to time travel!

"Ian, why are you hiding in the garden again!"

An immature but rather stern child's voice came to my ears, and Ian, who hadn't recovered from the shock, turned his head blankly following the voice.So, he saw a boy with black hair and black pupils, with a serious face, walked through the fence gate covered with roses, and came straight to him.

"Ian, our father and teacher have taught us that only a difficult environment can exercise a person's will," said the little boy who walked up to Ian, who was also wearing a short-sleeved shirt and shorts made of soft, sweat-absorbing fine cotton. On the feet are a pair of well-fitting and delicate cowhide shoes.

At this time, he was completely like a little teacher, pointing at Ian old-fashionedly like an adult and said: "Every time you take a break, you will hide in the most comfortable place. If you continue like this, you will never try to win!" I!"

As he said that, his dark eyes rolled around, and he added: "Let's not talk about me, even the cousin of the Pendragon family can't beat her!" The most shameful thing in this life, and because of this, he added this sentence emphatically.

"You call me Ian...so, I'm still Ian Grant?"

"Are you so sleepy that you don't even know who you are? My stupid brother!"

"...Brother? You are Phil, Phil Grant? The master of the Far East Lions?"

"..."

"Wait, cousin of the Pendragon family... Isn't Pendragon the surname of the current royal family? It turns out...the legend that the Lion family has always been married to the royal family is true!"

"..."

At the beginning of the conversation between the two brothers, the menacing Phil Grant was able to interject, but then he couldn't understand the nonsense of the idiot brother, let alone interject. .

Far East Leo Lord?What a strange title!

Annoyed that he couldn't keep up with his younger brother's thinking, Phil pulled his younger brother from the green grass with his eyes still straight, and walked towards the garden gate without any explanation.

"Hurry up, if you are late again, Teacher Aksar will punish you for slapping your palms again!"

"what?"

Ian just had a feeling of clearing his mind at this moment, but being dragged by Phil, he was immersed in new problems again.

Teacher Exa?Pull your palms?

Why, is the oriental traditional education method of slapping palms if they can't memorize it popular among the children of Weilan?

Ian's doubts were quickly answered.Phil didn't take him to a thatched cottage full of books, but pulled him to an open space evenly mixed with fine sand and soil.From the wooden frames hanging all kinds of weapons and the training straw figures and targets, it can be seen that this flat land, which is comparable in size to a football field, is a training ground.

A strong man in coarse linen clothes stood upright in the sun-exposed area with his hands behind his back. His bronze-colored skin was soaked in fine sweat, and the edges and corners of his muscles were as firm and shiny as cast iron.

At this time, due to the direction problem, Ian only saw the back of the iron tower standing in the center of the field.But without thinking about it, this one who can enter the warrior's "meditation (D)" state under the scorching sun at noon must be the instructor he is going to face.

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