"Empress, come here and do your best to fight me!"
The old man once again stood in the square formation, drawing circles with his hands, and the spiritual power was brewing from the thunder nest. A pair of turbid eyes that shone with cold light looked directly at Qingge.
He couldn't wait to fight Qing Ge and have a happy battle that belonged to a spiritual master.
Qingge looked at the old man, her eyes trembled slightly, and finally she lowered her head and nodded: "I'm sorry, senior, my soul has been traumatized and I can't regain my mental strength."
"trauma?
What trauma?”
The old man was surprised.
Qingge smiled and said: "It's just a broken soul..." The old man's eyes widened in surprise: "How could it be so?"
"It's okay."
Qingge took out a pot of Mengzu lake water and handed it to the old man, "It is the regret of the younger generation that he cannot have a hearty battle with the senior. This bottle of wine is the apology of the younger generation."
She could tell that the old man's spiritual talent had been stagnant for nearly ten years. If he took the Dream Lake water, he could break through the bottleneck and reach a higher level.
Qing Ge was full of respect for the old man who was dedicated to cultivation, and even when he was yelled at in public, he never complained.
The old man took the jug and placed it as a space treasure, and sighed: "That's how it is... your soul is shattered... what kind of suffering did you, a kid, have to face at such a young age?
What do your father and husband do for food?
Let a little girl like you bear this kind of disaster."
"My father and husband are very good, but I was careless. If one day, the junior can gather his energy again, he will definitely go to the mountains to discuss with the senior."
Qingge was full of respect.
The old man looked at Qing Ge, and the more he liked it, the more people said that the Eastern Emperor was a monster, a white-eyed wolf that turned against the Lord of Gods, but he felt that he was well-informed, reasonable, and had a good temperament.
"I have a way to heal your soul wounds. Can I stay in Dongzhou temporarily to heal your wounds?"
the old man asked.
Qingge smiled: "I am extremely happy, this is the honor of this junior."
"Since the soul has been shattered, don't use your mental power anymore. Let me see the extent of the soul's trauma after the heaven-sacrifice ceremony is over. I met several spiritual masters whose souls were traumatized in the early years, and they were all cured."
The senior is a man who cherishes his talents. It is a pity to see Qingge no longer able to use his spiritual power. He has lived to one hundred and fifty years old and gradually feels powerless. He only hopes to cultivate a few more spiritual geniuses for the realm of the gods.
Spread the spirit all over the world.
"If it can be cured, I will be very grateful."
Qing Ge laughed.
"Empress, continue. I'll take my leave."
The old man withdrew from the phalanx, stood in the crowd, took out the wine bottle that Qingge had just handed him, and drank it as an ordinary drink.
As soon as the drink was in his mouth, the old man's eyes lit up, and he immediately noticed something was wrong. This was not the taste of the drink... The lake water entered his belly, and Lei Chao's spirit took on a new look. The old man's spiritual power, which had been stagnant for ten years and had not made progress for ten years, had a faint breakthrough!
This is... The old man held the wine bottle and looked at Qingge in the square formation in surprise. Qingge smiled softly at him and nodded.
The old man suddenly realized that he had no idea that a visit to Mingyuan Villa would bring such a treasure! Immediately, like a child, the old man roared and laughed, leaving the five square array and found a deserted place, intending to feel at ease.
breakthrough.
He has survived the thunder tribulation, but his mental strength has been slow to keep up. This pot of wine has solved the problem that he had faced for many years.
The old man was as excited as a child, jumping up and down, whistling as he walked... Everyone blinked, wondering why the old man was so happy... Seeing this, Qing Ge felt relieved and blessed to the heart.
That joy was derived from it.
Giving a rose as a gift leaves a lingering fragrance in your hands, it's nothing more than that.
She has never been a stingy person, and a pot of Dream Lake water to help a spiritual master achieve breakthrough is considered to be worth every penny.
After the old man left, another casual cultivator came into Qingge's square formation. The casual cultivator's eyes were gleaming and sharp. He had his upper body exposed and was covered with a piece of red cloth.
The casual cultivator has wheat-colored skin that shines under the scorching sun. His right arm has been broken, and he holds a broken sword in his left hand, smiling and singing softly.
This person, known as Broken Arm Erlang in the world, is an elite fifth-level Xuanling master among casual cultivators! Qingge's seven sect phantoms, against fifth-order Xuanlings, the difficulty goes up several levels! This Broken-Arm Erlang,
Far from comparable to the four Xuan Ling brothers.
"I have long heard that the Eastern Emperor is extremely talented and powerful in fighting in Yue Duan. Today I am here to ask for advice.
The four heroes of the Xuanling were all defeated at the hands of the Eastern Emperor, so I want to see how the Eastern Emperor can win in the realm of phantom spirits!"
The broken-armed Erlang swung the broken sword, and the broken sword flew through the air. Purple light flashed, creating a totem of a fierce dragon crossing the river. The dragon on the river opened its mouth and roared loudly, and then disappeared like a rain of light.
Broken Arm Erlang was very decisive. He directly deployed the momentum of the fifth-level Xuanling, held the broken sword that fell from the air, and pointed at Qingge: "Since we are all swordsmen, let's fight."
"disturb."
Qing Ge responded with all his strength and drew the King Ming Sword.
Facing Broken Arm Erlang, Qingge had no intention of underestimating the enemy. For Qingge, this was a challenge.
After entering Xuan Ming Pavilion and meeting thirty-two powerful men, Qingge wanted to improve her cultivation level. However, she had been stagnant in the Seven Phantom Spirits for a long time.
The battle with the fifth-level Xuanling Master can also stimulate her potential and cultivation power.
Almost at the same time, Qing Ge and Broken Arm Erlang flew off the ground at the same time and flew into the air. When the blades collided, they both dodged with strange figures and did not collide again in the blink of an eye.
There are many afterimages, the light of the sword and the shadow of the sword. For a swordsman, practicing swordsmanship is a lifelong mission.
Everyone looked up at the sky and saw the light of the swords flashing. In the square formation, the swords were awe-inspiring, and the sword fields spread out, shocking the world.
It is unbelievable that the empress can still handle the fifth-level Xuanling strongman with ease! Broken Arm Erlang shot a dragon across the river, his sword skills were extraordinary, and the light entered the rainbow.
Qing Ge slashed with his sword, and the Ancient Ming King roared behind him. When the two swords collided, Qing Ge and Broken Arm Erlang all retreated to the edge of the square formation.
The broken-armed Erlang knelt on one knee, his sword slightly cracked.
Qing Ge turned his back to Erlang Broken Arm, his mouth was numb, and there was fresh blood at the corner of his mouth.
Qingge looked back, raised her eyebrows and smiled heartily, "Have a great time!"
Broken Arm Erlang's eyes shone, "As expected of the empress, you and I are seven levels apart, and my skill as a swordsman is superior to yours, so we can actually fight equally.
It’s hard to imagine how powerful you will be when you break through to the Xuanling level.”
Broken Arm Erlang stood up and threw the broken sword on the ground, "The broken sword has been destroyed, and a new one must be found. Empress, Dongzhou can welcome me, a down-and-out casual cultivator."
"Extremely happy."
Qingge put away the King Ming's sword and said, "If you come to Dongzhou, you will be a distinguished guest. You are my distinguished guest in Dongzhou!"
"No..." Broken Arm Erlang shook his head: "I don't want to be a distinguished guest of Dongzhou, I want to become... a Dongzhou person!"
Silence... Silence... This was different from the phalanx challenges they had seen before... The senior spiritual master and Broken Arm Erlang did not belong to any strength, but they were also the targets of olive branches from various families.
People like them will never enter any influence.
However, in just a short moment, he has become a Dongzhou native?