Lord Haitang was stunned, then laughed and patted Dugu Xue on the shoulder, "Brother Dugu, they are all old friends for more than 30 years. Why do you say these words? Let's see what you want to say."
Lord Haitang hooked Dugu Xue's shoulder, leaned closer, narrowed his eyes and smiled, and pretended to be mysterious in Dugu Xue's ear: "Do you want the great-grandfather of Shenyuedu and the grandfather of the Qinglian clan?" At this point, Haitang patted his chest, full of confidence, and smiled: "You are the one who is your father in the future, how about it?"
Dugu Xue's face became darker and darker.
His years of steady and indifferentness have been ruined by Lord Haitang.
...
Between the heaven and earth, there were countless scattered cultivators from all directions, and no surprise, they were all concentrated on one person.
The woman had the power of an emperor, but she was lazy and careless, so she stood casually on the back of the divine beast, and when she walked, she was not angry and powerful.
Countless people are waiting for her answer.
People in the world often do this, always caring about their own interests.
If you don’t care about yourself, you can be righteous and laugh at others’ vulgarity.
Only when interests involve themselves can they sing their teeth and claws, and have green faces and fangs.
Not long ago, they were moved by the heroic move of the Night Emperor. Now they found that the Night Emperor was likely to stage a bitter plan, and from then on, they dominated the casual cultivators and used them.
Therefore, that little bit of kindness has disappeared, and what follows is still tense.
Qingge looked at the kneeling free cultivator, and did not answer the other person's words, but looked at the young man and asked, "What's your name?"
"Let's go, Song Chuan!" Song Chuan lowered his head.
Qingge asked again: "What profession is majoring in?"
"I am a twelve-level Xuanling Master. He also knows medicine, animal tactics, and forges weapons. However, it is difficult to reach the top of the sky. They are all small families. They are majoring in... bows and arrows!"
With a click, Qingge threw a bow he had made before on the ground and "shoot an arrow."
This bow was refined in Qingge's spare time. It almost accumulated dust in the treasures in the space. There were not many archers around him, so I don't know who to give it to.
She herself also has a broken-fingered treasure bow and does not need any other bows.
Moreover, even she couldn't pull the bowstring. It was not that she was incompetent, but that the bow she refined contained the weapon soul. However, only one of the tools in the bow was chosen. Knowing that she already had a broken edge, she was unwilling to let go of the bowstring, even if Qingge cut off the bowstring.
Song
Chuan was stunned when he looked at the bow that fell in front of him.
This bow is a great bow with a transparent color and excellent texture. The bow body is shiny and shiny, with thin and tough strings. It's just too strange that the two ends of the bow are carved with fox heads, which are not the kind of fierce, but the fox face with a smile. It looks very cute, but it is inconsistent with the restrained momentum of the bow.
but!
When Song Chuan's hand trembled and touched his bow, the touch of that moment could even be described as "creepy".
He had goose bumps all over his body, and a wonderful feeling suddenly surged onto the sky spirit cover.
Song Chuan closed his eyes and held the treasure bow like a treasure protector.
"This bow...this bow..."
"How?" Qingge raised his eyebrows and looked down at the person.
"The peerless and wonderful bow is hard to exist in the world. Those who forged this bow are masters of refining weapons. If they were not a master of this generation, they would never forged such treasure bows." Song Chuan said.
"Let—" Qingge's thin lips opened gently, his tone was deep and cold. In the world, even the hurricanes in the sky seemed to condense a layer of terrible white frost due to low pressure.
"yes!"
After Song Chuan nodded, he was about to pull the bowstring when he saw the empress beside him shouting, "How many archers in this world are kneeling and pulling arrows?"
Song Chuan was stunned.
Qingge sneered and sneered: "You just said that you are strong and arrogant, and you are kneeling down to pull arrows at this moment, which is extremely contradictory. If this is the case, it would be better if I don't save your life."
"I want to be loyal to this emperor? Do you know that this emperor's command will not leave any deposed people? If it is not the ultimate talent in the world, but also wants to join this emperor and be loyal to this emperor? Wouldn't it be a fool?"
"Why, do you think of me as a garbage collector? Any garbage you have to come to my palace and the alliance empire? Ask yourself, what are the abilities you have to do with me except for the stinky hard bones?"
Every word of the song is like a knife, and every sound is like a sword. This majestic momentum is like a tide of overwhelming seas!
Lord Haitang laughed out loud, hit Dugu Xue with his elbow, and said in a low voice: "My empress's father is so sarcastic. His sarcastic ability is so amazing."
Dugu Xue looked at Lord Haitang indifferently. Somehow, she had the urge to push Lord Haitang down to the bottom of the abyss.
Tsk.
People who talk a lot probably have never died.
Looking at the casual cultivators around him, he heard Qingge's words and looked at his face
Different, some anger, some shame...
Upon hearing this, Song Chuan stood up immediately.
"What the Empress said is that as an archer, there is no reason to kneel down and shoot archery. If you want to follow the Empress, you have to let the Empress see what she is doing!"
Song Chuan stood up straight, squinted his eyes, and posed for pulling the bow and strings.
Holding the bow in his left hand, pulling the string in his right hand, aiming at a cluster of weeds on an island.
Qingge's eyes were slightly condensed and flashed gently.
No one can pull this bowstring away.
In the past three thousand generations, she even let the Shenhuang Hou Wuyou pull him, but it was still fruitless.
It is waiting, the master of life.
Qingge also had the idea of giving it a try.
Suddenly! Song Chuan slowly pulled the bowstring open. As the arc increased, a blood-colored arrow condensed into the fingertips of Song Chuan's fingertips.
Arrows are formed by light.
Glamorous, sharp.
boom!
After the blood arrow shot out, it passed through a cluster of weeds on the distant island.
Qingge looked at the island and smiled and said, "It is said that among the casual cultivators, although they are mixed with fish and dragons, they are also crouching tigers and hidden dragons. There are so many real heroes here."
Song Chuan held his bow and clasped his fists: "Song Chuan swears to follow the empress to the death. If he is under the empress, he will never have any disagreement."
"Well, let's follow me in the future." Qingge yawned. After so long, he was still a little tired.
"Empress, then this bow..."
"I'm giving it to you." Qingge waved his hand, not caring at all.
The wandering cultivators and Song Chuan were both stunned.
Song Chuan hurriedly said: "Such a peerless and good bow, and he is really a top-notch weapon. I will never dare to accept such a big gift, the empress..."
"I'm talking nonsense. If you want to accept it, you can accept it. If you don't want it, throw it into the bottom of the abyss." Qingge said coldly: "Don't question any actions that this emperor has done. Since you have told you the instructions, you just need to do the four words "obedient" and "action."
"yes……"
Song Chuan touched the treasure bow and was excited. He couldn't help but ask: "I dare to ask, which of the forging masters did this treasure bow come from?"
"A master who is as beautiful as a flower and has extraordinary talent." Qingge replied lightly.
Song Chuan's eyes lit up: "The master who wants to forge this bow must be a top figure."
Qingge touched his hair, and it seemed that it was not as thick as it was very lush.