"It is not a legend to shoot the sun and break the moon and collapse mountains and rivers with one arrow."
“…”
Qingge seemed to have been bewitched, but she was moved.
Her spiritual sense penetrated into the divine wood space and came to the place where the evil seal was buried, intending to take out the sealed evil seal and occupy it again.
When the heaven and earth sway formation cracks again, it will be the time when the Twilight City Lord reappears in the sky and sun!
She will lead the Twilight Army, thousands of resentful spirits, to fight the right path of this world to the end!
"Young Master Ye." A gentle voice sounded, like a clear spring in the mountains, suddenly dispelling the haze in Qingge's heart and all his ambitions and greed.
Qingge suddenly opened his eyes and saw He Jinnan and his sister came to her at some point. He Hui raised her head, her eyes as bright as gems.
Qingge thought of what had just happened, and she was slightly shocked. She almost became crazy.
What surprised her was that He Hui's voice was so clear that it had the effect of fighting the haze.
"Miss He, Nan Nan." Qingge nodded.
After her spiritual consciousness returned to the Qingming Festival, the Baogong Gun Spirit seemed to know that she took advantage of the situation and was ashamed and dared not speak anymore.
He Hui took out a crystal clear bottle of medicine from her cuffs, handed it to Qingge, and smiled and said, "Young Master Ye, this is the nectar brew from He's mansion. It has the effect of repairing the soul. Just now, when you released the resentful spirit under the King of Martial Emperor's Golden Drum, your soul seemed to be traumatized. You must take the medicine in time."
He Jinnan frowned.
This nectar brew is unique to He Mansion. It is specially refined for He Hui's disease. It is hard to find a fortune and is very precious.
When He Hui takes it, it is calculated by the number of drops, which shows the degree of dissipation.
This girl is so good that she gave Ye Wuhen a whole bottle of nectar!
This is a treatment that even my biological brother doesn’t have!
He Jinnan was jealous.
Qingge could sense the identity of the medicinal materials in the nectar brew through the bottle. After calculating with his fingers, he could probably guess that it was specially used for treatment.
Everyone knows that there is an old miracle doctor in the He Mansion of Qinglian, whose medical skills are comparable to those of the King of Medicine.
If you think about it carefully, it is probably the miracle doctor He Xiangguo specially invited for He Hui.
He Hui's illness is not serious, but it is definitely not easy.
The deepening of the pain can sometimes kill people.
"The nectar is very precious, please leave it to yourself.
"Qingge said: "You can't give it to someone like this precious thing."
He Hui met the young man's hot eyes, fell into it, and immediately replied softly: "Your soul is injured, very seriously injured."
Qingge narrowed his eyes and was surprised.
She thought He Hui was just concerned about her being hit by the resentful spirit. Now it seems that He Hui can feel her soul state!
Since the incident with the Regent of Qinglian, her soul has always been inserted with ten spirit needles and has become one with her.
Why can He Hui tell at a glance?
Moreover, when she was crazy, He Hui's light words could help her recover as before.
He Hui forced the nectar into Qingge's hand. When he touched the young man's white and soft palm, He Hui paused slightly.
What a delicate skin.
Like a woman.
"Have you touched enough?" the boy asked suddenly.
He Hui took his hand back like an electric shock, and his ears were getting hot. He looked at He Jinnan at a loss, and said incoherently: "Second brother, I..."
"Xiaohui, let's die of this heart. Grandpa will not agree to you."
He Jinnan said bluntly, and He Hui's face turned red and she was at a loss.
Qingge shrugged.
He Jinnan suddenly came up, winked, and asked in a deep voice: "Brother Ye, that collection of poems..."
"After the registration is over, please ask Nannanshan Demon City to give his collection of poems to Brother He." Qingge said.
A collection of poems copied from Shen Qingxiao can win over He Jinnan, which is a perfect deal.
The disciples of all races in the Swallowing Sky Square are still waiting. Not everyone can have the honor of the King of Martial Emperor's Golden Drum.
Both Qiankun stone statues were destroyed by Ye Wuhen, and the people from the Martial Arts Association had already gone to get the new Qiankun stone statues.
In the intervening moment, Qingge swallowed the nectar brew sent by He Hui in one mouthful. He Jinnan's mouth twitched violently, and it hurt so much.
I have to say that this nectar is indeed a good thing. Her soul seemed to be burning, and turned to hot, and seemed to be more stable.
Especially the place where the spirit removal needle was inserted was also cured, and it often disappeared a lot with her pain.
Suddenly, Qingge felt relaxed as if he had taken off a huge burden.
Qingge thought about it, how about
When will you visit He Mansion? You can take away a few bottles of nectar?
Soon, the new Qiankun stone statue had been transported, and the person who carried it was Grandmaster Luo who was as powerful as a ox.
Grandmaster Luo glared at Qingge fiercely as he walked by with the huge stone statue of Qiankun.
Qingge: "..." She seemed to offend an amazing big shot.
What about a great master!
Two stone statues of Qiankun were restored, and the disciples behind continued to register.
The disciples after Ye Wuhen are—
"Demon Realm, Liu Yan'er!" Grandmaster Luo shouted at the top of his throat.
Liu Yan'er looked at Qingge from afar, then walked towards the disc and came to the Qiankun stone statue.
Luo Cheng said coldly: "Put the spiritual consciousness into the Qiankun Stone Statue."
Liu Yan'er concentrated his mind and energy, as Luo Cheng said, and he explored a touch of spiritual consciousness into the stone statue of Qiankun.
Luocheng and disciples of all races are waiting for the registration result together.
The Qiankun Stone Statue was as calm as the sea. Luo Cheng's heart suddenly jumped. He stared at the Qiankun Stone Statue with wide eyes, for fear that the Qiankun Stone Statue would break again.
No matter how much gold, silver and treasures there are in the warehouse of the Martial Arts Association, they should not bring such a prodigal person.
Luo Cheng's face and facial features were squeezed together, which was even more ugly than crying.
After a while, a milky white light suddenly lit up in the stone statue of Qiankun. Luo Cheng's hanging heart finally settled back.
Then I saw a sacred and majestic voice sounded from the stone statue of Qiankun:
"Liu Yan'er, a disciple of the Demon Realm, is an early origin realm, a high-grade swordsman, and a cold-bing evil body. Art profession: Qimen escape technique!"
“…”
The disciples of all races widened their eyes.
These geniuses are a bit too arrogant.
Either choose the Qimen Shield Method or the Qimen Escape Technique.
Are you not afraid of capsizing in the gutter?
Even the grandmaster Luo Cheng was stunned for a while. It is very likely that there would be no one in Qimen magic profession in four or five years. Today, two practitioners who chose Qimen profession came directly.
Luo Cheng looked at Liu Yan'er standing in front of the Qiankun Stone Statue, widened his eyes and swallowed.
Lu Wenshan frowned and said, "The Qimen Escape Technique is as unpopular as the Qimen Shield Technique. Brother Ye, you and the disciples in the Demon Realm are both geniuses who can trigger the bloodline of the ancestors, so it shouldn't be."
Qingge did not answer Lu Wenshan's words, but smiled.