The two came out, and Hu Qing explained to his ancestor what was going to happen next.
When he heard that she had to wait for the missing weapon spirit to come back, the ancestor was deeply speechless and called out his own weapon spirit.
"Come on, come on, help me see how I can keep them away from me without even shouting back."
The ancestor's weapon spirit was a pair of twins, with big shoulders and round waists, powerful and majestic. They stood in front of Hu Qing, with one end of their arms like the Nantian Gate. They looked down at Hu Qing, and Hu Qing looked up at them.
"Ah, ah - this, this - first, you have to be the Immortal Emperor."
The two brothers screamed, and one of them said with a smile: "If he has such ability, we brothers will also be burned with incense and kowtow."
The other one said with a smile: "Go ahead and dream, there is everything in your dream."
That one: "Why don't you take pity on him? He has accomplished nothing in his old age, and he is about to die of old age and let him live like an emperor."
Another said: "You should be filial to him and leave us two brothers to you when he dies."
Hu Qing was ashamed. It turned out that other people's weapon spirits were not worried, but she was too mentally balanced.
The ancestor cursed, took the weapon spirit back, and chased Hu Qing away with a straight face.
Hu Qing was very envious: "Why are other people's weapon spirits so powerful, like divine soldiers and generals? Those of mine can fall down just by blowing on them."
His Majesty's ruthless blood-thunder dragon gave a white kiss: Who?
Hook Kiss: Just blow your breath and I promise to pull out your soul.
On the way, I talked about the teleportation array in the group and discussed: When my weapon spirit comes back, we will return to the Demon Realm. If you have anything you want me to do, please tell me.
The third sect leader leaned forward and showed Yang Tianxiao the screen of his mobile phone: "This word "hui" took quite a while. Isn't this her home anymore?"
Yang Tianxiao looked at him: "All your children and grandchildren have come to my place. I heard that you won't let them go?"
The third sect leader's face darkened: "It's not that I didn't let them go. They thought they were so powerful. They punched and kicked the Demon King in the past. They didn't know the dangers on the other side. Don't try to keep them cold on purpose.
Open the back door, I know what they are capable of."
Yang Tianxiao: "I don't care. It's enough of a headache for me just to prepare my list. We'll finalize this matter in the next few days."
The third sect leader said: "How far do you think Hu Qing's weapon spirit ran away?"
Yang Tianxiao has already made a guess: "Hu Qing's status as an emperor spans between immortals and demons. It is estimated that the scope of her weapon spirit's activities is at least within the circle of her world. This is good, her weapon spirit is trustworthy and can work for her.
Do a lot of things.”
Just like that, Shui Lingling was thinking about it.
When Hu Qing came back, Hu Jingjing, who was always thinking about her, was the first to notice, yelling for her mother, and rushed into her arms.
Hu Qing hugged her, as light as nothing, and couldn't help but push her away and squeeze her body bones: "I knew you were thin when I saw you transform before, but I didn't expect you to be so thin. Do you have any meat? Ah? Qingguang didn't give you any meat.
Do you want to eat?”
Hu Jingjing smiled and looked at her longingly: "Mom, do I look good?"
Hu Qing said: "It looks good, very good-looking."
She is not coaxing children. Hu Jingjing's appearance is another kind of beauty different from Hu Caicai. Her whole body is slender and light, and she looks thin at first glance. It is impossible to imagine that her demon body can soar up to the clouds and receive thunder and lightning. Her face shape is
He has an oblong oval face, a slightly low and full forehead, slightly long cheeks, large eyes, deep eye sockets, long and narrow eye tails, a high nose and a slightly long mouth, and thin but plump pink lips.
She is very bright and beautiful, with dark gray eyes shining softly. At first glance, she looks like a well-behaved little angel, completely different from those two rebellious girls!
Hu Qing glanced at Hu Nuan and Hu Caicai casually, thinking, there are so many children, it's time for someone to be obedient.
She took Hu Jingjing's hand and went forward to talk to everyone. Behind her, Hu Caicai and Hu Nuan rolled their eyes and curled their lips: Our mother likes to pretend to be good!
Hu Nuan couldn't agree more, and glanced at Xuan Yao: It was the same at the beginning.
Hu Huahua followed with a silent sneer.
Xuan Yao was wronged and aggrieved: How could he pretend to be good for so many years? He really listened to his mother.
Hu Zhuzhu: Only children also have troubles, and no one even winks at me.
Qing Guang stood in front of him, blocking the way. Hu Qing narrowed his eyes and shouted exaggeratedly: "Hey, who's young man is standing in front like a wall and doesn't know how to open his mouth to call people? Doesn't he have a mouth?
"
Qingguang: "..."
After not seeing each other for so many years, the senior sister didn't want to see him as before.
Still didn't open his mouth to call someone.
Just when Hu Qing was thinking that this boy's bones were hardened, he heard Qing Guang's extremely helpless spiritual voice: "Send greetings to Senior Sister. Senior Brother asked me to practice the Shunkou Chan, and I dare not disobey."
Qingguang looked at Hu Jingjing: Please explain a few words for me.
Unfortunately, Hu Jingjing only looked at the old lady's face, not his.
Hu Qing was happy and looked around: "Where is your senior brother?"
Qingguang stood away, and Hu Qing immediately saw Han Li not far ahead, entangled by a beauty. The beauty was Ah Jiu. Ah Jiu grabbed a little bit of Han Li's sleeve and chattered, but Han Li actually
He didn't turn away and listened patiently.
What is the lawsuit between these two people?
Smelling the smell of Bagua, Hu Qing's eyes lit up and she crept closer. Hu Jingjing looked at her and also moved lightly. A group of people followed suit and crept along.
Han Li black line: "Do you think I'm blind?"
Ah Jiu turned his head and didn't let go of his hand, but instead pulled it tighter.
Hu Qing laughed dryly: "What are you talking about?"
"Quietly, I discovered a martial arts prodigy!" Ah Jiu's cheeks flushed with excitement, "He is also a genius at wine tasting and brewing!"
Hu Qingqing said: "Rare talent, who is it? Let me see it."
Ah Jiu: "I'm still drunk right now. He belongs to Han Li. Qing Qing, I want him."
Uh... the person who called Han Li by name and dared to ask for Han Li - Hu Qing can be sure that Ah Jiu, who didn't know anything, was used as a gun, and someone wanted to see Han Li's show.
However, looking at Han Li's business-like attitude, even if he allowed Ah Jiu to pull his sleeves, his expression was just that of treating her as an ordinary disciple. Obviously, there would be no fun.
It's strange to say that such a lively beauty can inspire a sense of CP by leaning against anyone with such a weak and boneless body - except Han Li.
This brother was probably born alone.
Hu Qing glanced around calmly and saw several people with similar thoughts to his own on their faces, including the No. 1 canteen owner.
It’s really a case of pulling red strings randomly.
Han Li gently pulled his arm and walked towards Hu Qing with a look of surprise: "He is a new disciple. I thought he was a good young man and taught him with me. I didn't expect that Ah Jiu accidentally bumped into him while delivering wine in the cafeteria.
He is a genius who practices Drunken Gong. There is currently no one in the sect who practices Drunken Gong. I want to tell the sect leader about this. I never thought that Drunk Gong is a sideshow. It seems that everyone should give it a try."
He turned to the owner of the first canteen for advice: "This will require a lot of drinks——"
"No problem, our food department guarantees the supply, and it's guaranteed to be pure wine." He will definitely cooperate with Zongli's serious matters.