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After stopping, the master of the auditorium continued: "For a spiritual root like yours, the most suitable training method must be full attribute work or no attribute work. Such a method is indeed difficult to find, but I think your practice is very powerful. , no problem at all. The hardest thing for you is to practice resources."

"Okay, that's it." I nodded, this time I had been looking at it for a long time. If I hadn't heard the master of the hall say this today, I'm afraid he would have looked down upon his spiritual roots for the rest of his life, just like he did for the rest of his life.

"Forget that your spiritual foundation is more likely to overcome this challenge when you grow up, so your ability is absolutely powerful." The master of the hall nodded to me and added.

"Okay, tell me who your enemy is, and if I have the ability in the future, I will avenge you."

I mean, if you have the ability to help get revenge, you can't blame him if you don't have the ability to do so.

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"His name is Guild Wars, and we are brothers." The master of the hall said slowly.

"Wait a minute," I interrupted him and said, "Since you are brothers, how can you become enemies?"

One possibility immediately occurred to me. I once heard that the harmonious relationship between brothers is because they fell in love with their sisters at the same time, and even became enemies of life and death. Not the master of this hall and his brother, is it?

Sure enough, the master of the hall continued: "Our original brothers were very harmonious, but when I was drinking, I accidentally confided to him that I liked my sister."

"What!" I couldn't help but be speechless. I didn't expect it to be such a bloody conspiracy. Oh my gosh, can't I be a little new?

"Then he secretly listed you as a must-kill target and looked for an opportunity to eradicate you?" I think he could already guess what was going on with such a bloody conspiracy.

However, the owner of the hall gave a negative answer: "If it is just because of my sister, I can't let my brother kill me. This is just one reason. The relationship between our brothers is not what you can imagine."

"Oh? What's going on?" I immediately became interested. It seemed that things were not as messy as I thought.

"Starting with my master."

Before the owner of the hall could speak, I interrupted him again. "Why is your master involved again?" Is your master weird and liking you instead of your brother, and that's why he wants to bury the source of the evil? "

"Not exactly," the hall's owner replied vaguely. Without waiting for me to ask, he continued: "My master, his old man, entered the Holy Land, and before he left the holy world, he left me the highest artifact to bury God, but he left it to my brother. Just an advanced artifact."

"Bury the gods and the desert? Really?" Thinking about the desolate sand outside and the terrible name of the desert, the more I thought about it, the more likely it became.

"That's right." The owner of the hall knew exactly what I meant. "God and the death of the desert are the artifacts I will give you."

It’s hard to say whether it’s a blessing or a misfortune, but I wasn’t excited to hear that this top-notch piece of art was going to be gifted to myself. After all, someone was thinking about it.

"Is your little sister the daughter of your master? Your master gave you the death of God because your sister likes you?" After thinking about it for a long time, I feel that only such a reason can make a master Be so generous to others.

"The little sister is indeed my master's daughter, but she doesn't like me." The voice of the master of the hall suddenly sounded a little lonely. "She said she always treated me like a brother. I asked her if she liked the rage and she denied it. She said she hadn't found the one she liked."

"Okay, that's it." I was a little surprised. "Then why does your master give you the death of God?" There should be a reason for the weirdness, right? "

"My master said that I am a little stronger than my brother and a little weak." When he said the last sentence, the voice of the master of the hall was a little inaudible, as if he was ashamed to speak on this matter.

But my heart is bright, what is weak, weak is not the slightest, otherwise how can it be superior to a person?

One is an advanced work of art, and the other is a top-notch work of art. Even if it is only one word short, I know that the gap will not be even a little bit.

"Your master doesn't seem to be very smart. What you did is not enough. Did he kill you for nothing by giving you such a treasure? Why don't you at least hide it from your brother?"