Ryan's Sword

Chapter 200 No.20 Act White Hair
Although he didn't know what kind of romantic affairs his cheap father had when he was young, Ian could vaguely guess that since the potential of his own blood was judged by the system to be comparable to the full basic attributes, it would not just be It's as simple as a family tradition.

From this point of view, this unknown power of blood probably came from his mother whom he had never met.

Thinking of this, Ian's logic gradually became clear.As the head of the contemporary lion family, his father's strength is beyond anyone's guess.With such a noble status and a strong foundation of strength, the opposite sex who can be chosen by him as a partner will never be inferior.

You know, among the intermarriage objects of the Lion family, there are existences at the level of the imperial family.

"So, is this a gift from my mother..."

An inexplicable sigh rose in Ian's heart, but it was followed by an inexplicable trust and firmness - just because of the simple word mother.

This natural emotional change did not surprise Ian. As the saying goes, blood is thicker than water, and every child will trust their parents unconditionally, even if he is the second generation, he is no exception.

He chose the place almost without thinking, and suddenly, the dazzling list of talents disappeared without a sound, and the attribute corresponding to his talent bar changed from "unknown" to the rare talent of "bloodline refinement".

Based on Ian's current level, he had a total of four chances to refine bloodlines.With his original personality, he doesn't like this kind of random events like gambling very much.

However, since he has made his choice, Ian has no intention of regretting it——

One of the instincts of human beings is to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, and he knew that the willfulness at this moment was just the result of instinct.

Furthermore, Ian believed that his deduction was correct. In that case, the blood power endowed by his direct blood relatives would definitely not have the problem of insufficient concentration causing backlash, and it would even bring him unexpected benefits.

However, the ruined cemetery is not a good place to refine blood.After entering the iron level, the sharper senses told Ian that the long roar during the previous promotion had already caused a lot of restlessness in the vicinity - the sound wave would not travel far due to the suppression of the breath of the dead, but it was full of life. The breath is also enough to attract more undead monsters.

The purpose of this trip has been achieved, and Ian is not going to pay attention to those rioting undead.An invisible fighting spirit quickly surged to the soles of his feet, and in the blink of an eye, his figure had already passed by the group of undead monsters that began to surround him from a distance, and disappeared at the end of the ruins.

After advancing to the Iron Rank, the idle undead couldn't keep up with Ian's burst of fighting speed. Even if one or two happened to block his way, it was only a matter of a few sword strikes.

After a cup of tea, Ian rushed out of the exit on the side of the ruins like the wind.At this moment, he felt as if some kind of heavy burden had been lifted from his body, and his whole body was much more relaxed, and even the world he perceived became full of vitality.

Looking up at the sky at noon, the holy day no longer had the cold feeling like a gray veil before, and the warm sunlight fell on the body, and it seemed that even the recovery speed of the fighting spirit had increased by three points.

It is true that the atmosphere of the dead world shrouded in the ruined cemetery is not enough to pollute the well-regulated main material plane of Azure, but except for a few professionals who practice negative energy elements such as the power of death, human beings are still not suitable for staying in such an environment for a long time among.This is life's spontaneous rejection of the rules of the dead world, and no one can be an exception.

At this time, Ian was like a fish returning to the ocean, as if he could feel the vitality and beauty around him by closing his eyes.However, a hoarse voice full of resentment sounded out of season, breaking the peace at this moment in one fell swoop.

"It was he who killed my two teammates! Eliza, help me kill him!"

A voice full of malice fell into his ears, and Ian turned his eyes, and saw a short adventurer covering his body with a haemostatic bandage, looking at him with red eyes as if they were about to burst into flames, and facing the side A young adventurer in white said viciously.

Ian smiled kindly against the other party's eyes that seemed to be eating people, and said, "It's a fate that he didn't die!" With a venomous tongue, Ian turned his gaze aside and was moved by Theodore on the rescuers.

"White……"

The young man who caught Ian's eyes had pure white hair, not only the color of his hair, but his whole body, including his underwear, shoes, socks and slim light armor, was completely white.

His eyes stopped suddenly on the sword hilt wrapped in white cloth in the young man's hand, Ian dismissed the idea of ​​complaining about whether the other party had white obsessive-compulsive disorder, and blurted out:
"Thunder Sword Elisa? Mr. Ai?"

Ian's heart was no longer at peace. If he hadn't admitted his mistake, then the white-haired boy in front of him, who didn't look like a weak crown, should be the second famous hero he met since his time travel.

The first one, of course, is the knight commander under the emperor's command, Ms. Blood Rose Angelica.

Although the young man's face looked as full of youthful youthfulness as his own, Ian still matched his immature and soft facial contours with the white-haired swordsman in his memory——

Thunder Sword Elisa, this is Ryan's youngest Juggernaut.

"Do you know my name?" Hearing Ian's exclamation, Elisa frowned slightly, and there was a trace of doubt on his handsome and serious face, "However, Lei Jian, President Ai? What do they mean?"

"Uh……"

Ian recovered from the shock, and only then did he perceive that the level of aura exuded by the other party was also in the early stage of the iron level like himself.Obviously, the Thunder Sword Saint at this time is just a fledgling adventurer, far from the strength he had when he was famous for Rui En.

"What are you doing listening to his nonsense, Eliza!" Before Ian could answer, Theodore roared impatiently: "Stop talking nonsense with him, kill him quickly!"

As soon as this remark came out, the young man's already frowning brows furrowed even more deeply.

"First of all, I'm not your subordinate, and I won't get involved in your hatred, so you don't have the right to command me." Elisa's speech was not fast, but it was like an ice wind blowing down from a recessed mountain, full of anger. There was a chill down the spine, "Second, I promised to help you because you helped me before, but after this incident, we will settle the matter."

"This..." The crazy Theodore lost his voice as if he had been poured with a basin of cold water, but then he gritted his teeth and said fiercely: "Okay, it's clear! As long as you help me kill him , whatever you want!"

"..."

There was no positive answer to Theodore's furious gnashing of teeth. The young man paused for a moment with his right hand on the hilt of the white cloth sword, and then shook his head imperceptibly.

"I can't guarantee that."

(End of this chapter)