Son of the Creator of the Elf Warrior

It was exactly noon now, with the scorching sun in the sky. The two packed up and hit the road. They had to get to a nearby city before the sun set.

"By the way, brother, when I was washed into the abyss by the waves, I saw you use magic to save me! It was your space magic, that giant black hand, what's going on?"

Recalling the situation when his brother saw him falling into the abyss and losing control, Yu Wenfeng couldn't help but be a little touched and couldn't help but ask.

He actually felt a little guilty in his heart. If he hadn't been too weak, something like that wouldn't have happened, although maybe this was a good thing.

Hearing his brother ask about this, Yu Wenxuan looked proud, "I have been thinking about this issue, and I should have some clues now, but first we have to get used to the names of this world. Here they call It's called spiritual power.

To use spiritual power in this world, there must be a medium. Through this medium, people emit spiritual magnetic fields to the outside world, so that they can use spiritual magic. This medium is the props in people's hands called war spirit weapons. "

Yu Wenfeng followed his brother and nodded.

"And there happens to be a kind of magic in our world that can replace this medium, or even surpass this medium..."

Before Yuwen Xuanqi could finish speaking, Feng suddenly realized and interrupted excitedly: "It's singing magic!! Haha, brother, you are so smart!"

Yu Wenxuanqiao smiled and said: "Well, chanting magic is to condense high spiritual power mixed substances from otherworldly time and space through the chanting of incantations and words and spirits, and prop up a high-energy magic field around our bodies. Within the field, We are equivalent to regaining the right to use spiritual power."

Yu Wenxuan paused and seemed to be lost in thought, "In this world, humans have spiritual power within their bodies but cannot use magic. They can only use external objects to release their spiritual power.

But elves can use powers similar to magic. There must be some underlying reason for this. We must be careful in the future and try not to mention our magic in front of others. "

In fact, he doesn't have too much worry about this, because when the chanting magic is released, they will get a set of magic equipment to strengthen their physical skills.

The high-energy field around the body also relies on this set of magic clothing to operate, just like the younger brother's knight chant will get an armor and a long sword.

Seeing his younger brother nodding his head obediently, Yu Wenxuanqiao raised the corner of his mouth and continued, "When I saw something happened to you at that time, I was actually really scared, and then I screamed reflexively, maybe because my mind was blank at that time. Consciousness is out of control...

This caused the spiritual power in the body to go out of control, and then the call was subtly transformed into the spirit of speech by the consciousness, which supported the chanting circle. Only then did such a situation occur. "

After speaking, he raised the two apertures on his left hand, and Yuwen Xuanqiu continued his analysis: "If I guessed correctly, the reason why I was unconscious at that time was because, as Qing Lan said, we used power that did not yet belong to us.

Dark Hand is the space attribute skill I use, and now we only have two powers: wind and water. This is the blessing of the elves produced after the elves sacrificed the elves' hearts...

I used powers other than blessing, which caused my body to be overdrawn and weak.Now, look. …”

After Yuwen Xuanqiu finished speaking, he stood still, raised his left hand, and muttered a spell.

With my body, I transform into the body of the elements and guide the power of the elements.

Purple light circulated, and the purple-black robe was put on Yuwen Xuanqiao. The two rings of light on his left wrist suddenly became much brighter. The ancient book on his waist was nourished by spiritual power, and emitted golden light again, floating in the air.

  "Grandpa Fei!" When the two saw this, they exclaimed at the same time.

The pages of the book were turning rapidly. During the turning of the blank ancient book, there seemed to be patterns on some pages. Yuwen Xuanqiao saw it. They were records of spiritual methods related to the elements of wind and water. A flash of light flashed in his mind, and he seemed to understand. What.

"Dimensional magic Figuris has begun to pass on, and the inheritor is Yuwen Xuanqi." Figuris's old voice came, and the magic circle that had previously disappeared on the writing reappeared.

The golden light gradually converged, and the ancient book closed and returned to Yuwen Xuanqiao's waist.

"Is this the end?" Yu Wenfeng, who did not see the brilliant skills, looked at Yu Wenxuan Piao's waist with a disappointed expression.

Yu Wenxuanqiao smiled slightly, and removed the magic costume of chanting magic. The light faded, and he was still wearing the cool blue gown with a gray and white hat.

"Maybe Grandpa Fei hasn't recovered yet. After all, he is an ancient book created by my father, but maybe now I can use him to fight."

……

The matter seemed to have come to an end, and the two began to continue on their way. Fortunately, they both observed the surrounding environment and paid more attention when they came in, so they walked out of the depths of the forest easily.

The surrounding vegetation began to become sparse, and the sun shone brightly, shining through the jungle and shining on the earth.

Yu Wenfeng played with the two flutes in his hand and asked casually: "What should I do with these two flutes? They are very awkward to wear. You think it is not suitable for me, a knight, to carry a flute around my waist when fighting." .”

Recalling Lan Minglong's words, Yuwen Xuanqi glanced at the flute and seemed to notice something, "Give me the darker one."

Yu Wen covered himself and threw the flute away.

Yuwen Xuanqi caught the flute, held it in his hand, put it against his forehead, closed his eyes and felt the changes on it.Suddenly the blue halo of light on his left hand lit up, and deep thoughts came from the flute.

Yu Wenxuan was shocked, this is...

Holding the flute in his hand, he flicked it down. Based on the thoughts in his consciousness, a model appeared in his mind...

The flute seemed to feel something and trembled for a moment, and then a circle of blue light lit up from where Yu Wenxuanqiao was holding the flute, and the ring of light rotated downwards.

Yu Wenfeng was surprised to see that wherever the aperture passed, Dizi's body disappeared and turned into a sharp blade!

The aperture reached to the end of the flute, but had no intention of stopping. It continued downward, moved to less than two meters, gradually became smaller, and finally disappeared.

A long sword about 1.7 meters long and [-] centimeters wide suddenly appeared in Yuwen Xuanqiao's hand.

Yu Wenfeng watched the whole process of the change in stunned silence. It wasn't until his brother raised his sword in front of him like a show off that he came back to his senses, "No! I want it too, I want such a cool sword too!!!" "

As he said that, he also followed his brother's example, putting the flute against his forehead, simulating the appearance of a long sword in his mind, and then learned to swing it down.

really!Another icy blue halo appeared, and the flute turned into an ice crystal sword and was held in Yu Wenfeng's hand.

"Well, that won't get in the way! You can use one for me and you can use it in battle. Since there is such a story behind them, I will name this flute Watcher."

Yu Wenxuan's long sword had turned into a flute again and was inserted into his waist. He murmured, "Oh, I just didn't expect that the singing magic that I looked down on and ignored in the world over there became my support here."