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He was wrapped tightly in a black robe, only a small white chin was exposed under the hood.

He didn't stay in the market any longer, but returned to the door of the pharmacy, stood quietly, wrapped his black robe and waited for Mr. Nanfeng and Mr. Nanfeng, his eyes calmly took in the passing monks.

——I don't know who gave him this impression, saying that there are no ugly people in the cultivation world.

In fact, there are not many ugly people, but strange-looking people can be seen everywhere.When Hua Song looked down from the Happy Building, he only saw the head of Hei Suosuo and the man wrapped in black robe.

Now that I was in the mood to look at it, I was occupied by a sentence that came out of nowhere.

Some of the monks who passed by were taller than ordinary people, almost over two meters tall, even more burly and majestic, full of fierceness; some monks had slightly colored hair and eyes, and some The face is blue or yellow; some monks have strange sores on their faces...

There are only a few monks facing the wind from the jade tree, with correct facial features and fluttering like immortals.

As soon as Hua Song's mind moved, he knew why.

If a person wants to cultivate immortality, he must first have a spiritual root, and secondly, he must obtain a kung fu so that he can operate according to the kung fu and absorb external spiritual power.

However, there are good and bad spiritual roots, and there are also high and low quality skills.The way a good kung fu works in the human body is different from the number of cycles it circulates, so it can absorb more aura, and some rare kung fu methods not only absorb aura strongly, but also carry the power of law, which contains Supernatural powers and spells allow people to improve their realm extremely quickly after practicing, and supernatural powers and spells are even more powerful.

But one's own cultivation does not only depend on one's own aptitude and the level of exercises, one's own comprehension and the selection of exercises that match one's aptitude are also extremely important.

If you are greedy for merit, ambitious, lack of comprehension, poor aptitude and low luck, it is easy to cause such a situation: the spiritual power is forcibly sucked into the body, but the meridians and flesh of the body cannot withstand such a powerful spiritual power, which is extremely bad. Some people get a body explosion and die, good spiritual power attributes are obvious on the surface, and they are not skilled in using their own spiritual power, which can easily cause spiritual disorder.

In addition, if the cultivation method is improper, it is very likely to cause disfigurement and explosion.

Hua Song watched, and realized something in his heart.

He couldn't help thinking in his heart that he had seen the world before he could know the truth, and today he had really gained a lot.

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The hustle and bustle in the pharmacy disappeared, only the vigorous voice of a young son remained, "Hahaha, I am the son of the Shui family in the Southern Region, and you guys want to compete with me in financial resources, and you are beyond your control!"

An old monk next to him had a puzzled brow, and tried to say something several times, but was blocked by the impatient wave of the young master's hand.

After he finished speaking, he laughed haha, and walked away arrogantly with a dozen or so guards behind him.

The old Xiexian sat in the darkest part of the medicine shop, leaning on a cane in his hand, watching the monks crazy for his medicine with eyes like dry wells, and even the uncontrollable greed in his eyes, the corners of his mouth twitched Weird lines.

The young son-in-law disappeared with his grand pomp, and the pharmacy was quiet for a moment, leaving behind the gloomy side-eyed eyes of all the monks, with the hoods on their heads covered, they walked out of the pharmacy and disappeared in all directions.

Mr. Nanfeng stood at the door, suddenly chuckled, and the dim light in his lowered eyes quickly gathered.

Wang Yuzheng showed a hint of charm between his brows, put his hand on his waist, and said meaningfully: "Let's go."

They went out hand in hand, stopped Hua Song, and walked to a low building on the right together.

On the way, the coldness on Mr. Nanfeng's face dissipated, and he became smiling again, with burning eyes. He tilted his head and asked Hua Song, "Is it fun to play outside?"

Hua Song walked behind them, and he was keenly aware that the King of Wandering Jade didn't like him, so he quietly reduced his sense of existence, and when he heard the question, he raised his head weakly, and said briefly that it was okay.

The hood covered his head, and this cold voice sounded like perfunctory.

Mr. Nan Feng's footsteps stopped, the smile in his eyes disappeared again, and he sneered with trembling heart again, and said "Oh?" slowly.

There is no more text.

King Luyu raised his eyebrows and glanced at Hua Song.

The three of them entered a dark room together. King Wang Yuzhen stepped forward and shook a bell hanging on the wall. In just a moment, Hua Song felt a chill all over his body, and then a wall that fit very naturally in front of them It opened quietly.

At the same time, the two tokens fell into the hands of Young Master Nanfeng and Zhenwang Wangyu.

Hua Song couldn't help looking up at this strange space curiously.

Mr. Nanfeng squinted his eyes, and patted his head, "Let's go, I'll take you to see the world."

Hua Song heard him talking to herself, and then let go of the breath she secretly mentioned.

They walked in along a passageway with flickering lights, until at the end, they saw a thick stone door.

The moment they approached the stone gate, Mr. Nanfeng hugged Hua Song with one hand, and the stone gate glowed like a fluorescent light, and a few bright red rays of light fell on the token, and at the same time, the stone gate opened wide.

Inside the stone gate was a very ordinary stone room, neither small nor big. At this time, there were about twenty monks sitting in it, all wrapped in black robes, sitting quietly, no one spoke.

Mr. Nan Feng immediately let go of Hua Song, flicked his robe with a wave, only felt that warm body temperature was still wrapped around his chest, lingering.

He closed his eyes lightly, and the three of them walked in, also sitting quietly aside.

Hua Song sat upright with his eyes wide open, waiting to see the first auction in the cultivation world.

But reality always hits people.

The auction was very quiet from beginning to end.At the beginning, a ghost-like monk with a mask on his face appeared from some corner. He came up to preside over the auction, his voice was the same as his own, flickering, long breaths and short breaths.

Hua Song felt very uncomfortable hearing it.

But he still didn't relax, staring at the stone platform in front of him with shining eyes.

The masked monk lifted the black cloth covering the treasure, and immediately, the first item in the auction was revealed, which was an ordinary long sword.

Hua Song stared at it for a long time, but didn't find anything out of the ordinary.

At this time, the masked monk briefly introduced: "The blessed sword is made of hard black gold, and it contains thousands of Buddha's thoughts from the powerful Buddha's cultivation. The base price is 100 million low-grade spirit stones."

He didn't explain much, and the monks didn't ask for it. This sword is not very special, as long as anyone with experience and eyesight can see it.

The True King Wang Yu raised his eyebrows, moved uncomfortably, and finally let everyone bid.

Soon, the sword was sold for 800 million low-grade spirit stones.

The author has something to say: ——The protagonist is kept in a closed captivity, and he doesn’t know anything about the outside world. It’s unrealistic to run away as soon as he comes out, and he definitely can’t escape.Besides, the protagonist has his hole cards. There is still some time before he officially becomes the furnace in the Joy Building, and he has not suffered any strange torture during this time, so why not use this time to collect some materials and information, and prepare to escape completely? ?

He can escape, but he must be careful to prepare for his safety after escaping.

Escaping is easy, but survival is difficult. I think I have made it clear enough in the article.

Also, this article is a bit long, so it will be written in a bit of detail. The anxious girl calms down, calms down, and we accompany the protagonist with a long stream of water, how about a comfortable and peaceful cultivation of immortality?

Chapter 32

Bright light shone overhead, there was a faint wind, and the air was a little humid. Hua Song stood at the street corner, took a deep breath, and felt better.

The auction was held in a cold underground, not only was the environment cold, but there was no atmosphere at all. Hua Song didn't like that kind of closed environment. Now that he came out, he felt that the whole world was bright.

Although I saw many rare treasures, the explanation given by Tongtian Stone Pillar was more detailed, and I lost interest after a while.

They were standing diagonally across from the Baizhan Hall at this moment, and all the monks who came in and out showed murderous aura, and a sense of solemnity filled the air.

Hua Song turned his head to look at Mr. Nanfeng, seeing that he and Zhenwang Wangyu were talking about something with a guard, he squeezed the flower tightly in his hand, and closed the black robe.

At this time, a strong smell of blood floated into the air. Hua Song raised his eyes in surprise, and saw an unusually tall man covered in black bandages slowly coming out of Baizhan Hall, step by step. Very slow, but firm.

The blood was wet and then dried, the man's figure was crumbling, the monk passing by glanced at him indifferently, and walked past without changing his expression, he was lucky not to think he was an eyesore and threw him out, Hua Song looked at it, wrinkled wrinkled his nose.

While he was hesitating, the man's head, which was wrapped so invisible, moved, and then seemed to sense something, a pair of eyes caught off guard and stared at Hua Song.

The moment their eyes met, Hua Song was startled, and his whole body froze in place.The man's appearance was horribly wrapped up, but those purple eyes were extremely stunning and bewitching, and could easily make people fall.

Qi Ling shouted in the void, "Dangerous! Run! What are you doing, stupid!".

Hua Song also wanted to move, but his eyes seemed to be attracted by magnets, and he couldn't move at all.

At this moment, the seriously injured man rushed towards him at such a speed that only an afterimage remained.

Hua Song is like a puppet being pulled by a string. Before the panic in his eyes overflows, the man is already close to him. His waist is instantly embraced by an iron arm, and his head is gently sniffed between his lips. , the two breath intertwined.

The soul is like being entangled by a flexible snake, a strange feeling comes from the deepest part, the skull trembles numbly, a thin groan comes out of Hua Song's mouth, and the body falls limp and weak.

The man was like a glimpse of the lake, he approached Hua Song in a few moments, hurried his steps, and ran a long way with him in his arms.Because he was just a mortal, there was no spiritual fluctuation in this movement, and the guards hidden in the dark had no time to stop it in an instant.

When Mr. Nanfeng realized something was wrong and turned back, Hua Song had already been captured far away. His pupils trembled violently, and he was furious for a moment. Before he could say anything, his figure disappeared, and his long hair fluttered with a murderous look.

The man hugged Hua Song, his eyes half-closed and charming, but the crimson blood in his eyes was quietly dissipating, and his pupils returned to ice-cold, with a strange and lazy look after satisfaction.

Mr. Nan Feng had arrived suddenly, seeing his movements, he smiled coldly, and the blood-red long whip was like a spirit snake, and it was handed over to his neck.

The man reacted very quickly. He stepped on the stone bench by the side of the street and narrowly missed it. However, he was also affected by the aftermath of gravity like a thousand pieces of gold. He was thrown high into the sky and was about to fall.

A dark light flashed in his eyes, he twisted his waist, moved his arms, and placed the flower song on him, and the two of them fell to the ground with a bang.

The man snorted, held Hua Song's face with both hands, breathed on his neck, and then bit down on Hua Song's collarbone until blood overflowed.

Hua Song frowned in the dimness of consciousness, Mr. Nan Feng couldn't do anything due to this situation, but he held the blood whip in his hand more and more tightly, showing a creepy smile.

The man squeezed Hua Song's wrist, and with a force on his waist, he turned over out of thin air, took a few steps back quickly, and threw Hua Song.

Mr. Nanfeng caught him, and when he raised his eyes, he smiled bloodthirsty.

The man leaned on the door frame, looked at Mr. Nan Feng with a pair of indifferent and cold eyes, and then fell on Hua Song with an unclear expression, and then the door was gently closed.

This is the small courtyard of the Poison Immortal.

Several guards from the Happy Building approached cautiously, and asked hesitantly, "Mr. Nanfeng?"

Mr. Nan Feng stared at the small courtyard for a long time without blinking, his eyes were full of chills, and he said two words lightly, "Trash!"

Standing in the distance, True King Luyu raised his eyebrows, "Nan Feng?"

Mr. Nan Feng took a deep breath.

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When Hua Song was sober, he felt a feeling of drunkenness, a tingling pain in his head, and a dizziness that penetrated into his soul.

If he had to describe it, he felt like a man whose energy had been sucked by a goblin.

Hua Song looked sleepy, no matter whether he closed his eyes or did anything, there was always a pair of purple eyes following him, as if they were going to be forcibly imprinted in his heart.

For two days he lay in bed dejected.

Young Master Nan Feng didn't send him back in person, Hua Song opened his eyes in a daze, and after regaining consciousness, he realized that he had been lying on the bed for a whole day, and he only saw Young Master Nan Feng in the evening of the next day.

The man dressed in red came from the door, as if he was carrying the burning sunset glow from the sky, his figure had not faded, his eyebrows were burning like a thrush, and he raised his eyebrows as soon as he came in: "Are you awake?"

Hua Song raised his head slightly, "Young Master Nanfeng."

He got up together, the snow-white singlet was pulled, and a large part of the collar was spread out, revealing a transparent white skin, and a crimson tooth mark on the collarbone was very obvious.

Mr. Nan Feng's eyes were captivatingly fixed on it, his eyes were condensed, and he said coldly: "Why hasn't that thing disappeared?"

Hua Song straightened up, closed his collar, and shook his head when he heard the words, he also had some doubts in his heart, "I don't know why."

Mr. Nan Feng moved his fingers, but he stopped in place after what he was about to do. He was abruptly silent, looking at Hua Song with low eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

He didn't speak, and the room fell silent.

Hua Song is also used to his character of being happy and sometimes angry, so he let him stare at him like this, his eyes quietly fell on the embroidery of the thin quilt, and continued to sort out the interrupted thoughts.

His hair was pitch-black and his skin was as snowy as snow. He quietly lowered his eyes, his whole body was clear, wrapped in a silky thin quilt, leaning on the big carved bed, just watching quietly, he felt a sense of tranquility of time. .

Mr. Nan Feng's raging anger disappeared from nowhere. He curled his lips in self-deprecating manner, but he couldn't help thinking how amazing it would be if the high-spirited and unrestrained young master of the Nan family in Ningcheng met such a person back then. appearance?

It's a pity that God's will tricks people.

I have already rotted into this appearance, why would there be such a person, making him give birth to so much unwillingness when he clearly let go of everything and put all his eggs in one basket.

The dark light in his eyes froze and gathered, his red lips raised, Mr. Nan Feng looked at the man again, his eyes flashed with sadness, and finally he clenched his fists, all emotions disappeared, only a strange look flashed.

He approached Hua Song closely, his long and narrow eyes were the same as the half-smile when he first saw him, and he uttered a word softly, and invisible sound waves came into his ears.

Hua Song tilted his head, his eyes widened in surprise for a moment, and he regained his composure after a while.

-

Hua Song took out her own storage bags, there were four, one was issued by Happy Valley, and the other was brought by Manager Qin as a reward. Two of them, one from Mr. Nanfeng, and the other from Wen Ran.

The study is quiet, only the wind blows in from the window, making the pages on the desk rustle, the fragrance of ink is faint, elegant and quiet.

Qi Ling in the black robe sat cross-legged on Hua Song's shoulder, looking at the storage bag he took out with disdain, "You are the only one who regards this thing as a treasure, you don't need the huge space in the void, you idiot!"

Hua Song stopped summarizing the items, and raised his eyebrows lightly. There was a gray space in the void. Where is there a place to put things? He asked, "Where?"

Qi Ling raised the corner of her mouth, "Look for yourself."

As soon as the words fell, Hua Song felt a vibration in the void. He twitched the corner of his mouth and watched the surface of the inverted triangle meteorite sink a piece, revealing the interior of the triangle meteorite.

It was a space that made people feel comfortable at first glance, with soft light and a lotus flower floating in the middle, shining with light.

Qi Ling said: "In the future, you will cultivate all living creatures here."

Hua Song glanced at it, but said nothing.

Qi Ling waited for a while, and saw that he was arranging his things with his head down, raised his eyebrows, and floated in front of Hua Song, "Hey, why don't you talk?"

Hua Song chuckled, "What are you talking about?"

Qi Ling froze, thinking that Hua Song hadn't agreed to cultivate the life of all things, and pulled her hair anxiously. Hua Song didn't compromise, and it couldn't let go of the pleading, so irritable that its hair flew up.

Hua Song continued to organize things calmly.

It couldn't help but ask: "Why don't you practice all living things?"

Hua Song said indifferently: "It doesn't do much good for me to be born to all things. Why should I practice, let alone for a spiritual cultivation that doesn't care about masters and partners."

The black-robed weapon spirit: "...", it stared irritably.

Hua Song continued to organize the things in the storage bag. He took out a map and put it on the other side, and then poured out some miscellaneous things.

Although hundreds of spirit stones were spent on the young man, it was worth it specifically. Hua Song poured out a variety of things, which must be useful when escaping.

Anthelmintics can keep away some common poisonous insects; the urine of the fourth-order Panshan Beast can be used to scatter urine around the habitat, which can deter some Jindan stage monsters from approaching.But this only works for some monsters who are quite aura and know what to be afraid of. If you encounter some ferocious monsters, you can ask for blessings. Death, trapping a monk at the Foundation Establishment Stage; concealer, smeared on the face, below the Golden Core Stage, the true face cannot be seen...

Many items are miscellaneous and messy together.

Hua Song put all the things into the void, and clicked on the remaining spirit stones.

The storage bag Mr. Nan Feng gave him contained 150 million, while the storage bag Wen Ran gave him contained 500 million. Now counting all of them, there are only...more than one million left.

Hua Song thought about these two huge sums of money, and his heart was complicated, but he didn't allow himself to think too much.

Xiao Qi Ling blinked at him, pulled his hair, and waited for him to pack up and talk, but watched him put the things into the void, and then reached for the map beside him, pursing his lips.

It sat on the map, folded its hands, looked at Hua Song with a serious expression, and said word by word: "How do you want to practice?"

Without even thinking about it, Hua Song said: "Of course you don't get angry with me, and you only want to compete with each other, and you don't want to compete."

The author has something to say: ——Gong Jun wears it.I don't know how I feel when I have fallen from a high status to being a test product for others?

Chapter 33

Qi Ling stared at Hua Song angrily.

Hua Song was unmoved, "I don't know anything about you. If it's not life-threatening, and you know something but don't remind me, why should I help you? No matter how powerful you are, you can help me a lot. But it's still unpleasant for you to look down on me like this."

Qi Ling's fleshy little hands grabbed at the hair, almost tearing it apart.It intends to deter him, but it is to deter him, so that the human beings in front of him will not dare to instigate it recklessly, but speaking of it now, it is not so fussy.

Human beings are so troublesome, with secretive minds and overthinking. Originally, the position is to win by strength. Whoever has the upper hand has to obey his orders, and whoever cultivates any relationship with him... It's a pity that it needs him.

Hua Song raised his eyes to see the aggrieved look in his eyes and did not bow his head, pursed his lips, and finally took a step back, "You are my weapon spirit, and I should do this for you, but you have divided everything so clearly. , wouldn’t it exclude me. Xiaoyi, you always forget that we are one, we live and die together, we share weal and woe.”

The black-robed spirit looked at him stubbornly, and at this moment was still stubborn, "Who forgot, it's obviously because you don't like it..."

Hua Song looked at him with indifferent eyes, Qi Ling choked, puffed out his cheeks and stared at him.

Hua Song raised his eyebrows and asked, "Do you still want me to practice the birth of all things?"

Qi Ling held his breath and did not speak.

Hua Song said lightly: "Let me make a promise first, I will not force you to do anything that can hurt you in the future, I will also practice what you said, but..."

He raised his eyes to stare at Qi Ling, and said in a solemn tone, "You have to be honest with me and be lenient. I need to know the internal situation of Lingbao, as well as your abilities."

"Xiaoyi, I'm not forcing you, but we each take a step back. If you can't even do this, I don't think there is any need for us to continue communicating."

Qi Ling tugged at her hair, tilted her head and hummed: "You can't even call me Xiaoyi. What's there to say about Lingbao? Isn't it just a shell that can hide and change its whereabouts, and it's a little bit resistant... the rest You also know that there is nothing special, just a pillar that shows everything, and the chaotic space..."

That's not much to say.

Hua Song shouted: "Stop, stop first, Lingbao has the function of hiding... Also, the chaotic space you are talking about is... that meteorite?"

Qi Ling gave him a strange look, "Don't you know and ask me?"

Hua Song was quite speechless, and he said weakly: "...I know and ask you, what is the function of the chaotic space?"

Qi Ling's eyes lit up, but immediately dimmed again. He pouted and said, "Naturally, it is the place where I was conceived. It is filled with the power of chaos and supports the entire inner part of the Lingbao. If you practice the birth of all things, you can practice it there." It could not be better."

Hua Song was puzzled, "Can't you absorb energy from it?"

Qi Ling said bitterly: "If it weren't for... Huh, the chaotic space can't absorb external energy, it can only use its own power. In this way, it is not enough to support the entire Lingbao. Of course, I can't absorb the life force of the Lingbao."

It was originally angry, but as it spoke, its tone became depressed.

Hua Song glanced at it, then reached out and stroked its head soothingly.

The black-robed weapon spirit dodged, but did not dodge. It only tilted its head, its eyes drifted to the other side, and its tone was low and cautious, "If it was in the past, human beings would not be able to do anything to me...but now , except for small-scale domain control, attracting the seven emotions and six desires, there is nothing else that can be done."

Being able to have your own domain and control other people's emotions is already powerful enough...Hua Song glanced at Qi Ling who seemed to be telling the truth, and would be looked down upon by others. How powerful it was at the beginning, it would feel The current self is weak?

He raised his eyebrows and asked: "In this case, tell me in detail about the use of your abilities. For example, you have been in the outside world for a quarter of an hour now, how many spirit stones do you need?"

After he finished speaking, the black robe remained silent for a while, then looked at him again, the black robe on his body gradually dissipated into spiritual energy, leaving only a small jade doll with exquisite facial features and a translucent body.

Hua Song, who has always been calm, stayed where he was.

The jade doll is as clear as a crystal carving. If you look carefully, you can see thousands of white and slender lines running through the limbs, and finally gather on the crescent mark between the eyebrows, and the warm light is condensed.

And between the wrists of the jade doll's two hands, small and round beads like pearls are strung together in a string, which is transparent and flawless.

Hua Song looked at Xiao Qiling and looked at his wrist proudly. With a swipe of his little hand, the entire study room was filled with invisible air, as if this small study room was isolated from the world.

A little bird playing on the window sill was sucked by a little hand, and a puff of blue smoke floated out of its head. At this moment, Hua Song obviously felt a wave of fear spreading from the blue smoke, and the little bird Bird was no longer as lively as before, and his eyes were dull.

Hua Song felt a kind of speechless horror at this moment, Qi Ling showed his ability, but the way of absorbing other people's emotions still made people unconsciously fear.

Hua Song took a deep breath and said calmly: "Okay, Xiaoyi, I understand, stop."

Qi Ling turned his eyes to look at him, the black glass pupils shone with a ruthless light, but only for a moment, Xiao Qi Ling clapped his hands in a boring manner, everything dissipated immediately, the pressure of the field faded, and the blue smoke floated back to Xiao Qi. the body of the bird.

The little bird with a green tail shook its head in bewilderment, flapped its wings and flew to the window sill, and continued to peck at the carvings on the window eagerly.

Xiao Qi Ling also returned to its original appearance, and said a little dissatisfied: "The domain can only spread to the space of this study, and the maintenance time is extremely short. If there is a Nascent Soul cultivator, he will be able to see through it at a glance. It is not a problem to be a monk who is famous as a foundation builder. The means of absorbing the seven emotions and six desires can only be used for monks below the foundation."

Hua Song saw that it had only used the ability for a few seconds, and the crescent moon imprint between the brows was a little dim, so he couldn't help but look sideways, "How many spirit stones can be condensed into a bead?"

Xiao Qiling: "Around ten to twenty thousand."

The low-grade spirit stones he sent into the void amounted to more than 50, so there should be 25 or six beads.

Hua Song: "What is the ability that a bead can use for you?"

Xiao Qi Ling looked at him: "My ability is the absolute domain and controlling emotions, which requires the power of the source. Like now, to hide the movement and create false appearances, before using the power of Lingbao to cover, non-powerful people can't Spy, and since you have the spirit stone, you no longer consume the power of the spirit treasure, but use its special ability, two beads can last for two quarters of an hour."

It means that there are more than 50 low-grade spirit stones and more than 20 beads, which can only last for about three hours, and this is limited to hiding the movement of the flower song, and cannot attack.

Hua Song thought to himself, then tilted his head and asked: "Then absorb the seven emotions and six desires..."

Speaking of this, Xiaoqi Ling raised his chin proudly, "This is my innate skill, and it doesn't require spiritual power at all. As long as it is within three steps higher than mine, it can't help me."

Hua Song was silent for a moment, then asked again: "You also have a level?"

Xiaoqi Ling's complacent eyes froze, and then said: "Isn't this a matter of course?", it looked at Hua Song and looked at it quietly, moved uncomfortably, and then bared its little white Tooth, muttered: "I showed you just now, why are you looking at me like this..."

As he said that, although he was reluctant, the area between his brows gradually lit up, and at the crescent moon imprint, small dots of warm yellow halo light flickered silently.

Xiao Qiling said awkwardly: "This is a lotus stamen, the growth of the lotus represents my level..."

It stared at Hua Song without blinking, "A long time ago, all the white lotuses were in full bloom."

Hua Song looked at it calmly, and there was nothing in his eyes except its shadow.

Only then did Xiao Qiling find him pleasing to the eye.

The lotus of Qi Ling has not yet bloomed, only the stamens, which means that it has returned to its original state. It is already good that it can control the emotions of the foundation-building monks.

Hua Song looked at Qi Ling in front of him. It was born proud and simple-minded. It did what it thought and never asked about the consequences. In his eyes, it was already scary enough. If it was in its heyday...

The monks either want to possess it, or they must destroy it.

He felt his heart tremble. With such a weapon spirit, it would be fine if it was weak, but once it regained its strength...it would definitely not obey his discipline.

What's more, Qi Ling is extremely disliked by humans.

Hua Song frowned secretly, teaching Xiao Qi to understand accidents and establish a correct three views is a long way to go.

Slender fingers stroked the snow-white chin, stayed on the paper and tapped, he tilted his head, with mist in his eyes, frowned slightly, and said softly: "But Xiaoyi, why am I obviously the son of Lingbao?" Master, but I still can't feel the existence of Lingbao, can't touch it, can't use it, can't feel it... logically, if Lingbao has that kind of use, I can also serve as an envoy."

Qi Ling rolled his eyes and shrugged his shoulders, "Oh...the Lingbao is seriously damaged and cannot protect the Lord by itself. If you want your envoy, you must consume a lot of spiritual power. Heed your will."

It looks at people provocatively with big eyes, it is full of eyes, look at you so weak.

"Oh?"

I thought it was the spirit of Qi, but it was not, Hua Song secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

I thought for a while quietly.

He opened his lips again, and said: "The last question is Xiaoyi, I want to know, when I fell into the lake...how did my classmates...how are they?"

He raised his eyes, the light in his eyes was soft, fragments of the light outside the window reflected in his eyes, soft enough to drown people, however, in the depths of the pupils there was a cautiousness, tenderness and nostalgia that he did not want to touch.

Soft to the depths, but a silent melancholy spread out.

Little Qi Ling was stunned, and when he looked up at the person in front of him, he was softened by the emotion in his eyes, and began to pull his hair again, saying: "How do I know... Uh, okay. I want those weak humans What's the use, if you weren't the immortal soul... I sent a few humans back to the shore..."

As it said that, its tone became disgusted, "But there are three of them who don't know the heights of the sky and the earth, and have an evil heart towards me, and want to subdue me. It's ridiculous."

Hua Song couldn't help asking: "Then them?"

Xiao Qiling said disdainfully: "Who cares about them? Anyway, I was too busy at the time. I thought I had a great opportunity, but I was begging for nothing and refused to let go. If I'm lucky, I can travel through time and space and fall into this world Come on, bad luck...huh!"

If it hadn't been for the fact that it had selected people, the situation was urgent, and it was not happy, it would have slapped several people to death long ago.

Hua Song frowned slightly, and didn't ask any more questions. He bowed his head in silence for a long time, and then gradually calmed down.

In fact, he wanted to ask this question a long time ago, but at the beginning Qi Ling was completely ignorant, and later Qi Ling became sober and had difficulty communicating, and now he seized the opportunity.

After all the communication was clear, the study room became quiet.

Qi Ling sat cross-legged on Hua Song's head, and Hua Song unfolded a very large map.

This map simply outlines the appearance of the entire Yuanling Continent, the ten ancient mountains that have stretched across the land for thousands of years; the lakes that are rich in resources and rank in the top 36; the three long rivers that traverse the land; Qifeng; also, the forces that divided the Yuanling Continent, the five emperors, the four families, one Buddha, one sword, one, one evil, and one scattered.

On the mainland, monks fight with each other, born with visions, the stars change in an instant, mountains move and seas are leveled, so very few of them can maintain their original appearance.All that can survive the transformation is a treasure land with a long inheritance.

And on the map with just a few strokes, in the lower left corner, the area next to the "capital in the cloud" of the ancient vein of the Great Desolation, has been marked densely.

Hua Song glanced at it for a few times, and remembered it again before putting away the map.

The author has something to say: ——The author is back, welcome. (???_??)? I feel guilty, so I posted a big chapter.

I won’t tell you how irritating it is for the eyes to be overwhelmed by frequent use of mobile phones. There are pimples inside, pain when opening and closing eyes, and discomfort.So, everyone, remember to protect your eyes, don't stare at the screen for a long time, look at the sky or green plants to wash your eyes.

Chapter 34

Unexpectedly today, the "capital of clouds" has a good weather. Warm and soft light permeates the clouds and spreads down, shining golden light. Even the cold wind slows down, and the humid air becomes warmer.

However, such warm air was forced to retreat several dozen meters in front of Baizhan Hall.

The hustle and bustle inside the Baizhan Hall was loud, and even the flowing air was filled with an unspeakable chill. The cold air was oppressive, and it was so sharp that it seemed to cut through the skin.

It was early in the morning, and the inside was already full of people. They glanced at each other, and then walked to the center of the lobby to stand still. A huge stone list was erected in the lobby. On the left was yesterday's leaderboard, and on the right were today's rankings for each region. Competition list.

At this time, a black-clothed monk looked at a name on the leaderboard, and said in surprise: "That black-clothed armor, how could he jump to the high-level of Qi training so quickly?"

According to the realm of the monks, the fighting area is divided into several levels, from Qi training to Nascent Soul. In addition, Doutang also divides several types of competitions, such as animal fighting, human fighting, team formation, etc. One-to-many, many-to-one...etc.

And each level is divided into high and low.

But obviously he's just an ordinary person, it's fine if he can survive one or two competitions, but take a look at the list... within a month, the rise is so high