Xin Zhao's heart skipped a beat, and he fidgeted with his hands. They all sat upright, looked around, and saw that the person coming was a familiar face, it was Xing Sheng.
Xin Zhao breathed a sigh of relief, but also regretted it.
I thought it was the young lady from Qingping's family who arrived, but I didn't expect it was this Xingsheng.
Xing Sheng approached the bed, stopped slightly, and smiled at Qing Ping: "Miss Qing, I haven't seen you for a long time. She is doing well lately. I am following the elder's order to ask Xin Zhao to come over."
Qingping raised her eyelids lightly, waved her sleeves, and said calmly: "Then please go."
For a moment, she seemed to be a different person, her behavior was dignified and steady, her face was beautiful and refined, with a touch of coldness that made people afraid to get close to her.
At this time, her pink face came close to Zhao Xin's ear and said: "Zhao Xin, let me say goodbye first. Remember to drink the soup."
At this moment, she looked like that lively elf again.
As soon as the words were spoken, the beautiful lady walked away with lotus steps and said goodbye.
There were only two people left in the room. After a while, Xing Sheng said with enthusiasm: "Zhao Xin, are you okay? I heard the news that you were assassinated, which scared my senior brother."
"Thank you for your concern, senior brother, I'm fine."
Zhao Xin responded with a smile, but couldn't help but ask: "Who are that Qingping and her young lady just now?"
He was very puzzled. As an inner disciple, Xing Sheng's attitude towards a maid just now was somewhat respectful. It was hard to imagine what the identities of master and servant Qing Ping were.
What’s the big story behind this Shenbing Xiaozhu?
Xing Sheng pondered for a while, then came over and said cautiously: "Although Qingping is a maid, her talent and cultivation are indeed comparable to those of inner disciples, and even as good as some true disciples."
Xin Zhao nodded, then how noble would his owner, the woman in white who rescued him, be?
Xingsheng paused, took a deep breath, and then said: "Qingping's owner is the owner of Shenbing Xiaozhu, and his identity is Luo Shen, one of the top ten geniuses of the Immortal Sect."
"ah!"
Xin Zhao was shocked, this identity was too amazing!
The Ten Prodigies are a group of unattainable great figures who have lived in the Heavenly Palace for a long time, overlooking the rolling world of mortals, looking down upon their peers, and standing in an invincible position.
But why would such a character take action to save himself?
Xing Sheng seemed to see through what Zhao Xinxin was thinking, and explained: "Senior Sister Luo Shen has a younger sister named Luo Yu."
"Luo Yu?"
This is a character who has crossed paths with Xin Zhao several times.
Xing Sheng continued: "You were merciful to Luo Yu earlier. This was a favor. Senior Sister Luo Shen was just repaying the favor to you on behalf of her sister."
Xin Zhao's face fell, and he was extremely regretful. It turned out that he was just trying to repay a favor. He thought...
He smiled bitterly again and put away his beautiful fantasy.
At this time, Xing Sheng's face became solemn and he said: "I came here this time mainly to attract you to meet me according to the order of Elder Wang Qiankun."
"Wang Qiankun..."
Zhao Xin's pupils suddenly shrank, unable to conceal his shock. He knew that this man was the great elder of the inner sect, who was in charge of all the punishment laws of the inner and outer sects.
…
This area is not big, with various buildings lined up and very exquisite.
It was already the depth of winter, and in a remote small hall, there were cedars standing outside the hall, the bluestone paved the ground, and a snowy plum tree standing alone in the center of the hall. This ancient decoration made Zhao Xin's eyes shine.
Following the footsteps of Xing Sheng in front, and a few steps in, Xing Sheng struggled to push open a huge bronze door. There was a slight rust on the edge of the door, adding an ancient color.
A wide corridor appeared in front of Xin Zhao's eyes. The top of the corridor was studded with luminous pearls, which were as bright as the stars in the dark night. However, these eyes were still a little dim and the light was not enough.
At the end of the corridor, there was a bright light, but it was not dazzling, giving people a gentle feeling. The young waiter beside him quietly retreated into the side hall, while Zhao Xin walked forward cautiously.
He was always worried in his heart, God knows why this elder came to him?
Before entering the main hall, Xing Sheng excused himself and allowed Xin Zhao to enter alone.
The hall was not big, and there were only some strange little flames dancing around, like elves dancing. Each flame seemed to be alive, and Zhao Xin seemed to be able to feel their joy.
Xin Zhao suddenly stopped walking. He and Elder Wang Qiankun were the only two people in the hall, so he saw each other at a glance.
This was a middle-aged man with regular facial features and an upright look on his brows. He smiled at Xin Zhao, like a gentle old man's smile, which made people get close to him.
Xin Zhao was a little less nervous, but he was still uneasy. This person's identity was too transcendent, his cultivation was world-shaking, and he was the master sent by the Chaos Heavenly Palace to take charge of everything in the lower world.
He raised his eyelids and looked at this elder again. This man was a strong man who surpassed all living beings.
One word can determine the life or death of millions of people.
In a fit of rage, millions of people lay dead and their blood flowed into rivers.
So he had to feel nervous, and there was also an innate fear coming from the depths of his soul, as if the other person was a god who wanted him to worship him.
Then, he heard three words.
"Come", "come", "come".
This is Elder Wang cheering Zhao Xin and letting him enter the hall.
Xin Zhao was stunned for a moment, then walked up to the big man's side while maintaining a polite manner.
A being whose cultivation reached the heavens, and a powerful man who could kill him thousands of times with just one thought was right in front of him. This fact made him extremely nervous.
"How's it going? You can feel the strangeness of the flames."
Wang Qiankun was sitting on the main seat of the main hall, pointing to the small flames around him, his voice was gentle and his expression was very casual.
Wang Qiankun's face was resolute, and his smile was extremely kind, as warm as the sun. It was like an elder caring for a younger generation. Zhao Xinxin's uneasiness was relieved a lot, and he still responded with some restraint: "These flames are very unusual."
"These flames come from the Tao fire left behind by an ancestor of the Immortal Sect after his death. They are called the Tao Fire of Nothingness." Wang Qiankun stretched out his hand, and the surrounding flames quickly concentrated, forming a blood-colored flame. This flame was like
The blooming flowers are natural and emit a spooky light.
"This is its true face. After countless years, this Dao fire is still immortal, generating its own spiritual wisdom and turning into the Holy Spirit."
Wang Qiankun sat quietly, with a kind and gentle face, and his eyes were full of kindness as he looked at the flame in his hand.
In Zhao Xin's surprised gaze, the small flame turned into a plump little beast, with its eyes wide open and a pair of flame wings that were constantly flapping behind it.
"puff!"
The little beast flew away from Wang Qiankun's hand and slammed into Xin Zhao's body.
The cry is so cute.
"Is this the Holy Spirit?"
Xin Zhao looked at the little beast in front of him, his cute appearance made him feel pity for it.
"He seems to like you very much." Wang Qiankun looked at this scene, showed a pleased smile, and continued: "It is transformed from the Tao fire left by one of my ancestors. The name of the mentor is Wang Juechen, and he is " The founder of "Nine Kills of the Blood Dragon"!"
Xin Zhao's body shook violently. Even though he only got a fragment of the Nine Kills of the Blood Dragon, there was such an earth-shattering killing technique as the instant kill method contained in it. How amazing would it be if it were a complete chapter?
Trying his best to suppress the thousands of thoughts in his heart, Zhao Xin's expression slowly calmed down, but his heart was surging with huge waves. He never thought that Wang Juechen was also Wang Qiankun's mentor.
Wang Qiankun's eyes slightly glanced in the direction of Xin Zhao, seemingly unaware of his abnormality. With a smile on his lips, he continued to say gently: "But I have no connection with the path of Shura, and the fire of his path is not suitable for me. ."
Raising his head slightly, Wang Qiankun's gentle eyes flickered with a little light in the depths of his eyes, and a trace of lightning emerged, and he looked at Xin Zhao.
Xin Zhao felt that a flash of lightning suddenly flashed across the entire room, covering everything, and he could not see anything. It was as if his whole body was immersed in the lightning, completely visible!
Zhao Xinxin was shocked.
"Although your qualifications are extremely poor, you are a prodigy in the way of Shura. You are born with an affinity with blood, and you can stay awake in the midst of killing. Perhaps this is why the Void Daohuo likes you."
Wang Qiankun's face remained kind.
Xin Zhao understood that all this was because he absorbed the fragments of [Crimson Reaper], and therefore the corresponding talent attributes of this hero.
He also breathed a sigh of relief, his anxious heart gradually relaxed, and his hands could not help but caress the little beast in his arms.
"I originally wanted to accept you as a disciple and teach you personally, but this is always a bit difficult, and I think you need to walk your own path!"
Wang Qiankun's tone was natural and calm.
Xin Zhao was shocked and looked at Wang Qiankun with wide eyes, an expression of disbelief on his face.