The legend of the craftsman

The speed of the fifteen silk threads was not comparable to that of Cang Qi, but in the blink of an eye, all the silk threads sank into Cang Qi's heart.

There was thunder on the field, with applause, cheers, and curses for losing money.

They shouted frantically and angrily that they wanted the "wire" to tear Cang Qi's body into thousands of pieces to vent their hatred.

"It's over." Huang Mao sighed, with unspeakable regret in his tone.

The two words of sigh fell into Du Ze's ears like thunder through the hustle and bustle of voices. In an instant, all the blood on his face faded, and even his lips turned pale.His whole body felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, frozen and stiff.

He couldn't take it anymore and closed his eyes, full of despair.

How could the stinky child disappear like this, how could it just disappear like this?Or, or can he live well in some unknown world like himself, this time he no longer has to struggle in suffering, does not need to survive in danger, but can live in happiness and peace until he grows old.

Du Ze couldn't restrain the trembling at the corner of his mouth, a crystal seeped out from the corner of his eye, he slowly raised his head, trying to force it back, he didn't want to cry, not at all, his tears would make the child go uneasy , he wanted the stinky child to live in another world without attachment.

Just when Du Ze's heart was twitching in grief, there was a burst of astonishment in the field, and Huang Mao couldn't help but scream, "Wow, where did Brother Qi go?"

Du Ze opened his eyes suddenly, he didn't have time to care about the crystal thing, his eyes were firmly fixed on the stands.

Cang Qi who was supposed to stand in front of the "steel wire" disappeared, and the "steel wire" had been pierced into the heart by his own mental power. As the mental power dissipated, fresh blood gushed out, forming a rain of blood in mid-air. Scattered on the ring.

His eyes protruded from the sockets, and his eyes were full of disbelief. He didn't go wrong until he pierced Cang Qi's heart—it wasn't the feeling of piercing the heart, but when he wanted to control his mental power again Only to find it out of control.

He could only watch helplessly as the accelerated mental power pierced through his defense and pierced his heart, and death came like this without any preparation for him.

At the moment when his consciousness dissipated, he suddenly realized soberly that Cang Qi was the latter, the latter who survived many battles, and also the most terrifying latter!

The gushing blood stimulated the atmosphere of the scene. No one felt sorry for the death of "Steel Wire". They just marveled at this shocking reversal that was worth the money. It was simply the most beautiful lore!

"Steel Wire" was killed by himself, so where is Cang Qi?

After a second of absolute silence, the people in the field yelled Cang Qi's name like crazy, "Zi Luocha! Zi Luocha! Zi Luocha!"

Du Ze quietly watched the arena, where Cang Qi slowly appeared above the arena in a frenzy.

The applause in the arena beat, and the thrill of the last moment made many people forget the fact that they lost money, and tried their best to applaud Cang Qi.

Cang Qi scanned the surroundings slowly, like an emperor scanning his territory, in this arena, he is the absolute king!

His indifferent and extremely oppressive aura permeated the air, suppressing the entire audience. At this moment, everyone wanted to surrender to him.

"Purple King!" A small voice sounded from the scene.

And this sound quickly burned the audience like a prairie fire, yes, there is no title more suitable for Cang Qi at this time, "Purple King", the well-deserved "Purple King"!

Soon, the little streams converged into the sea, into the most tidy cheer:

"Purple King!"

"Purple King!"

"Purple King!"

However, all this has nothing to do with Cang Qi, be it "Zi Luo Sha" or "Zi Wang", he just wants to find his Du Ze.

Just when he was about to land and leave the stage, the corner of his eyes caught sight of the figure he had engraved in his heart. Under the incandescent lamp, he could clearly see the two glowing tear stains, and his heart suddenly twitched.

No one will mourn his death but this man.

Du Ze stood on the high platform and looked at Cang Qi, the eyes of the two quietly intersected, this time Du Ze, whose nerves were a little twitched by the great sorrow and joy, couldn't control his tears anymore.There was a hook at the corner of the mouth, but two huge teardrops fell down—this was tears of joy!

It was also at this moment when the eyes quietly met, Du Ze suddenly remembered the scene when he saw Cang Qi for the first time. For the lion, all the sufferings and sorrows are just the necessary tribulations on the road to success.

Du Ze lowered his head and smiled, put his hands in his pockets, and walked slowly towards the aisle. Maybe this is the person who will be appointed by heaven?

Cang Qi stepped off the ring and rushed directly to the passage leading to the preparation area. He stood at the entrance of the passage with a smile on his face and waited for the slowly approaching figure.

"You're crying." Cang Qi followed Du Ze with the handle of the dagger in his hand.

Du Ze turned his head and glanced at him. The problem of the stinky child who pokes people's feet is probably irreversible, "No."

"I saw it."

"That's because there are too many people smoking, and the eyes are not very comfortable."

"that is!"

Du Ze walked quickly to Cang Qi's preparation room, he couldn't afford to argue with a boy who was in his second year of middle school.

But it is undeniable that something between the two has changed from before.

Just when Du Ze and Cang Qi were "talking happily", in Pushuleshi's Prime Minister's Mansion, a tall, thin, middle-aged man with a shrewd face hurriedly knocked on the door of the study.

Inside the door is a three-meter-long and two-meter-wide desk. Behind a black-haired man who is almost similar to Cang Qi, he is writing something. Two teenagers who are similar in age and appearance to Du Ze are tidying up the desk. on the documents.

When the man saw the middle-aged man walking in, he couldn't help but stop writing, and raised his head, "What's the matter?" His expression was quite majestic, making one subconsciously want to bow his head.

The two teenagers also stopped their work and looked at the butler who came in a hurry with doubts on their faces.

Steward Wu couldn't help lowering his head under the multiple gazes, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.Under the eyes of the man's grasping wisdom bead, he regretted his impulsiveness. This kind of thing is really a trivial matter in front of the prime minister.

Stretching out his hand to wipe the cold sweat off his forehead, he had no choice but to say truthfully: "That little bastard just won the second rank of Warsmith, and he is called the 'Purple King'."

The Prime Minister glanced at him blankly, and continued with his work.

Butler Wu's forehead was sweating even more, and he already felt that the seat under his buttocks was crumbling.

The young man who was arranging paperwork at the side said with a flat face, "Butler Wu, you must use your brain before doing things in the future."

"Yes, the young master taught you the lesson." Butler Wu hurriedly bowed his head humbly, nervously not even daring to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

The other boy continued to sort out the paperwork, snorted disdainfully, "'Purple King' is also worthy!"

The older boy looked at his younger brother with a gentle expression, "Xiao Jin, don't be angry, it's just barking casually in the three schools of thought. Isn't there a servant named 'Dog King' in our family?"

"It's just a lost dog. Calling him 'King of Dogs' is just flattering him."

Seeing this, Butler Wu bowed out of the study, closed the door, and then stood up straight and let out a long breath.His position is preserved.

If he really wants to lose his seat because of that little bastard, he has nowhere to cry!

At the same time, thousands of miles away, a man in black was kneeling on one knee, reporting Cang Qi's achievements to the man in the first seat.

The figure of the man was not in the shadows, only a white and slender hand touched the armrest in the light, and a dark green ring on the little finger gave off a chilling light.

After the report was over, the kneeling man bowed his head respectfully and waited for instructions.

In the silent space, only the sound of "Du, Du" is left, and one's heartbeat can't help but fluctuate with this syllable.

After experiencing the silence of a stick of incense, the man said in a soothing and quiet voice: "Special level obliteration, execute it immediately after leaving Huasu."

The kneeling man froze, and immediately said respectfully: "Yes!"

Cang Qi didn't know anything about what happened in these two places, even if he knew it, he couldn't shake his mind at all. Now he is happily taking his Du Ze to visit the safe zone.

Today's safe zone is surprisingly deserted. Usually, at the end of the match, there will be many boxers customizing or repairing equipment here. It's a lively time, but today there are only a few kittens in the safe zone.

Cang Qi took Du Ze to the safety zone management office. The young man with a short cut, who was yawning boredly, immediately stood up to attention when he saw Cang Qi, lowered his head, and respectfully called out, "Brother Qi."

The corner of Du Ze's mouth twitched, as if he was fighting for power, he looked like a triad brother on a tour.

"I want a booth."

"Yes, yes." The young man immediately dug out the booth map and pointed to the best place at the entrance of the city, "This, Brother Qi, are you satisfied?"

"can."

After deciding to set up a stall at night, Du Ze went to the material market located in the northwest corner of the old city during the day.

The material market almost covered the entire Zhuwang. Before entering the material market, there were already people setting up stalls at the entrance selling things that Du Ze couldn't understand at all.

People who set up stalls outside the market generally sell materials they have collected themselves. If you know the goods, it is not impossible to find good things here.

However, this probability is roughly equivalent to spending one dollar on a street stall to buy a copper coin to put on the table at home, but it turns out that it is a treasure of heavenly virtue.

Du Ze is completely ignorant of goods, so naturally he wouldn't try his luck at a small stall. With that money, he might as well buy more fusion fluid and League One.

Just as Du Ze was going around to enter the market, the cold voice in his head sounded again, 【Wait! 】