The moment the old voice sounded, Qingge's back stiffened, her limbs tensed, and the softest place in her heart seemed to be hit hard.
In an instant, all her copper and iron walls were reduced to nothing. She was fragile and exhausted under the rain of swords, guns, and blood, and she seemed to have a harbor to return to.
She trembled, raised her face, and looked towards the sunset sky.
On top of the huge flying sword, the strong wind was swaying, and the old man in gray robe stood with his hands behind his back, looking like an immortal.
Suddenly, when he saw the injuries on Qingge's body, his cloudy eyes suddenly tightened, and boundless anger filled the wilderness.
When the Queen of the Far North launched an attack on Qingge's back, Ye Qingtian jumped down from her sword, dropped from the sky, took out a spiritual weapon, and barely blocked the Queen of the Far North's attack.
If you look closely, you will find that this spiritual weapon was the betrothal gift given by Mei Qingchen when she married Qing Ge.
Ever since Mei Qingchen escaped from marriage, Ye Qingtian has been thinking about the whereabouts of this spiritual weapon and how to throw it away to vent his anger. Therefore, the spiritual weapon is still in Ye Qingtian's hands now.
When the Queen of the Far North saw Ye Qingtian, her eyes jumped a few times and she murmured, "Second Sword Spiritual Master?"
Yes, that time in Nanming, after Qing Ge revealed his feelings for Ji Yue in front of Ye Qingtian, Ye Qingtian calmed down and chatted with his friends for a few words, and the state of mind that had been at a bottleneck actually broke through.
Sword Spirit Master.
At this time, the Flying Sword glided down, and Ye Wuhen and Beihuang walked down from the spiritual weapon.
"Qingge!" Ye Wuhen's heart was tugged when he saw the injuries all over Qingge's body.
When Qingge left Beiyue and went to Jialan, it was so beautiful, but now she is suffering a lot in this desolate land.
He thought she would spread her wings and fly across the boundless world, but little did he know that every day and night, she was betting on life and death.
Qingge lowered her hands and looked back. When she saw Ye Wuhen and Beihuang, the iceberg melted, leaving only warmth.
Beihuang was dressed in a purple robe, standing elegantly and gracefully, with the desolate Mobei in the background. His amber eyes looked deeply at the woman who was embarrassed but still cold.
After not seeing each other for many days, she became more and more charming, but she no longer held Qin in her arms.
Beihuang stiffly approached Ye Qingcheng. Finally, he walked in front of Ye Qingcheng. He lowered his head slightly and looked at Ye Qingcheng gently and deeply.
Ye Qingcheng frowned and wanted to retreat, but there was a huge boulder behind him and there was no way to retreat.
Beihuang grabbed Ye Qingcheng's wrist and saw Ye Qingcheng's bloody hands.
Beihuang Xilongyan was furious. He took out the healing powder from his space bag and wanted to sprinkle it on the wounds on Ye Qingcheng's hands.
Ye Qingcheng seemed to dislike other people's touch and wanted to take her hand back, but the man's strength was so strong that Ye Qingcheng couldn't move and could only watch him meticulously apply the medicine to her.
Ye Qingcheng was embarrassed and turned her head to look away.
The wound was filled with medicinal powder, and surprisingly the injury healed quickly.d
Beihuang smiled bitterly, "I have been collecting the medicine, but I didn't expect that it would actually be used."
When a small country, one of the hundred countries, went to Beiyue to pay tribute to the medicine for treating sword wounds, Beihuang immediately thought of the bleeding hands that were playing the piano crazily, and hid it carefully like a treasure.
Qingge took a few steps to the side and glanced at Ye Qingcheng and Beihuang from the corner of his eye.
When Ye Qingcheng headed to the far north that night, she knew that Beihuang had arrived after she left.
Beihuang's emotions were delicate and careful. Even if he was cautious, it was still exposed in his words and deeds.
Later, she deposed Bei Yue Emperor and Bei Huanghui stood on her side, all because of Ye Qingcheng.
She understood, but Luo Hua was ruthless and Ye Qingcheng had never longed for divine love. She was just a stubborn paranoid.
Ye Qingcheng raised her eyes and fell deeply into the man's pure gaze.
After finishing his move, Ye Qingcheng walked to the side with an expressionless face, deliberately keeping a distance from Bei Huang.
There was a blood-stained veil on the woman's face. Although this veil was vulnerable to such a shocking battle, it still survived.
"Qing Ge, I built a cellar in Ye's house and stored plum wine in it. You can drink enough when you get home." Ye Wuhen said softly.
He stretched out his slender jade-like hand, smoothed out Qingge's messy hair, and said, "Look at you, you are still as reckless and cute as before."
The tip of Qingge's nose felt sore and she wanted to cry, but her eyes were dry to death.
"No one can drink it. I'll open it when I get home." Qing Ge said with a choked voice, holding back the sourness.
Ye Wuhen smiled and rubbed Qing Ge's head, "With my brother here, no one dares to touch my girl's wine."
Qing Ge turned to look at Ye Wuhen, a smile filled her eyes.
She looked towards the old figure, Ye Qingtian and the Queen of the Far North were confronting each other.
"Ye Qingge's grandfather, Ye Qingtian?"
The Queen of the Far North said in a sharp voice, "It's really surprising. There are actually spiritual masters in the empire who have broken through the two swords. But you just broke through, right? The aura in your dantian is not calm enough. Besides, old man, you are like this."
You’re already old, so don’t go out and embarrass yourself. Do you think that you, a two-sword spiritual master who just broke through, can defeat me?”
Qingge clenched her hands tightly.
She didn't want this old man to come forward for her at this time.
As the Queen of the Far North said, she hoped that Ye Qingtian could live a long life in the North Moon.
Ye Qingtian's face remained normal and he was about to speak, but another old man's voice sounded from the distant dome, "King of Jibei, the Second Sword Spiritualist is not your opponent, so may I ask, this old man who is the Four Sword Spiritual Master, if I can
Shouldn’t you come out and embarrass yourself?”
There seemed to be a sudden surge of powerful spiritual energy.
The Queen of the Far North was shocked. She looked up and saw two figures standing on top of the blue-eyed flame-breathing beast. The old man standing in front had frosty eyebrows and snow-haired hair, and he was majestic.
Safe travel!
The Queen of the Far North frowned. It was not that she didn't know the power of An Suyou's Four Swords Spirit Master, nor had she not considered it, but she never thought that An Suyou would actually come to the Far North for a Ye Qingge.
Please note that if you offend her, Jialan students who come to the Far North to practice in the future will only die, and the Far North is the best way for college students to practice.
An Suyou shouldn't be so stupid as to come to the far north alone just for a night of singing.
Now, not only An Suyou is here, but Wu Yu is also here.
On top of the blue-eyed flame-breathing beast, Wuyu looked down at the Queen of Jibei indifferently, "Ye Qingge is my student of Jialan, King of Jibei, you are doing this to fight against me, Jialan?"
"Dean An, Elder Wu Yu, do you think Jibei Society is afraid of you, Jialan?"
When the Queen of the Far North glanced at the dying Xia Su, she felt sad and furious, but she saw her angrily shouting at An Suyou and the other two.
"So, Jibei, are you afraid of our Mercenary Association?"