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"So what's the use of some spirit stones, and Yu Hanxiao's life and death are unknown now. Even if he comes back alive, he will probably be seriously injured. You will definitely win the big competition. There are too many people who voted for you to win. Put the spirit stone upside down."

The more Qinghong talked, the more sad he felt, so he pretended to cry.

Zhuang Qiu moved aside in disgust.

"What do you mean? I'm so sad, shouldn't you express it."

"Uncle, I'm only a Nascent Soul Stage, and I don't have any spirit stones."

"You went to save the holy son of Huajian faction, they didn't do you any favors?"

"Uncle, aren't you even greedy for the disciple's pension spirit stone?"

"How could it be, Uncle Master is not that kind of person." Qinghong was so messed up by Zhuang Qiu, it was hard for her to ask for her spirit stone.

She hugged the huge Cang Luan sadly.

Cang Luan lowered his head, and rubbed Qinghong's face affectionately.

"Baby, I only have you left, you have to earn more spirit stones for me."

Cang Luan probably understood, and patted his chest directly, indicating that he would definitely support her.

Qinghong pointed out something: "My Cang Luan is better, unlike some junior who only wants to benefit from me, but refuses to help his amiable and respectable uncle who is in danger."

Zhuang Qiu's face is already very thick now, even if he hears Qinghong pointing at Sang and scolding Huai like this, he can still say calmly: "Cangluan is worthy of being the most beloved spirit beast of my uncle, it is capable."

Qinghong saw that there was no way to get the Lingshi from Zhuang Qiuli pit, so he stopped acting, waved his hands and said: "Why did you come to see me, if you have something to say yes, if you have nothing to do, hurry up, I am anxious to earn Lingshi now, I don't have time to talk to you Reminiscing about the past."

"Yes. I want to ask Master Uncle if there is any defect in the golden hook bone. If I compete with that holy son with the perfect cultivation of Yuanying, I have little chance of winning."

"It's not just that the chances of winning are not great, you have no chance of winning. The power of the golden hook is not just on the surface, it is subtle, and even the heavens are helping him."

"Is it also because of this that it is difficult for the Holy Son to die?"

"That's not true. The reason for the death of the Holy Son is because he practiced the body training technique of Shenfeng Fort in Yanyun Prefecture."

Zhuang Qiu's pupils shrank.

The art of body refining!

That's right, he has been thinking about what the white mist that suddenly appeared now has in common with the white mist at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain, and whether it was done by one person.

Qinghong's words reminded him suddenly.

Shen Xianglin also practiced the body training technique of Shenfeng Castle. This kind of body training technique is not very common. By.

Before that, he didn't know that Shengzi also practiced the body refining technique, so he didn't think in this direction. Since Shengzi and Shen Xianglin have something in common, does this white mist have something to do with Shenfeng Castle?

In the mainland of China, there are only eight real first-class forces.

They are Huzhou Taixuan Sword Sect, Jingzhou Yinyang Wuji Sect, Yanyun Prefecture Shenfeng Fort, North Muzhou Haoqi League, South Miaozhou Huajianwen Liuzong, Donglizhou Jinyuan Pavilion and Xingyunhui, and Jile Prefecture Four Belong to the Acacia sect.

Seven prefectures and eight sects, the most prosperous center of the Chinese mainland, East Lizhou, has two first-class factions, and each of the other prefectures has one.

The Huzhou Sword Sect is prosperous, because the biggest force in charge of Huzhou is the Taixuan Sword Sect, but the jurisdiction of the Taixuan Sword Sect’s jurisdiction is not strict. The establishment of a sect only needs to be registered in the Taixuan Sword Sect, and the Presbyterian Hall confirms that the sect has been established The strength of the sect can establish a sect.

Moreover, the Lingshi tax collected by the Xiaomen School under the Taixuan Sword Party is the least compared to other states, so relatively speaking, Huzhou is more free and chaotic.

The monks in the world yearn for the most, of course, is Dongli State. Businessmen all over the world go through Dongli. Those things that cannot be sold can only find buyers in Dongli.

Moreover, Dongli will hold a grand auction every ten years, and it is said that all god-level pills will be auctioned.

It's just that the price is already sky-high, and ordinary people can't even imagine it.

Yanyun Prefecture where Shenfeng Fort is located is an oasis in the desert.

In the desert, the climate is harsh, and the temperature under your feet is hot, which can steam people. If you use spiritual power to protect the soles of your feet all the time, it will be too troublesome.

After tens of thousands of years of evolution, the people of Shenfeng Castle possessed a miraculous body training technique, which allowed them to survive in the desert with harsh climate.

There are many mountains in Huzhou, so most of the sects are built on the mountains. There are three dragon veins in Huzhou, which produce millions of spiritual stones every day. These three dragon veins are the main revenue of the Taixuan Sword Sect.

The Taixuan Mountains where Zhuang Qiu and the others are located is where one of the three dragon veins is located.

"When did the Huajian faction get together with Shenfengbao? The saint son of Huajian faction also learned the body training technique of Shenfengbao."

"Who knows, I always feel that Shenfeng Castle didn't hold its fart well."

Zhuang Qiu also agrees very much.

But he suddenly thought of something wrong.

"Uncle, how do you know that Shengzi has practiced the body training technique of Shenfeng Castle?"

Qinghong's eyes flickered a few times, and finally he pretended to be calm and said: "I asked him to come to my room and gave him instructions on how to practice."

"Damn, uncle, aren't you, Yu Hanxiao is only in his twenties, can you really do it?"

"What are you talking about? How could Master Uncle be like that? I really just instructed him to practice and did nothing."

"Really." Zhuang Qiu looked at him dubiously.

"Zhuang Qiu, what do you mean? I'm your elder. Why are you so indifferent? Besides, I don't have any interest in that Yuhanxiao. He posted it. It's like a brown candy. You can throw it away. not drop."

"So you accepted it as a matter of course?"

"Have you said it all? Have you not seen Master Bai Lian for a long time and want to get in touch with it more?"

Bai Lian is Qinghong's weapon, the three-foot-long white silk, Zhuang Qiu doesn't know exactly what material it is, but the fabric is very soft and it hurts when strangled.

Zhuang Qiu smiled and waved his hands and said, "Uncle, I am joking with you, even if you do something, it is Yu Hanxiao's honor."

"Ziqiu, your face has changed faster than mine. You are now better than blue. Xiao Yi will have to scold me another day, saying that I have led you to ruin."

"How could it be, Master Uncle is teaching me the ways of the world."

"Okay, I don't know about the golden hook bone. As for the weakness, even if I say it, you will never be able to do it, so you can expect Yuhanxiao to be seriously injured."

"Why can't I do it." Zhuang Qiu looked at Qinghong puzzled.

Qinghong no longer intends to continue talking to Zhuang Qiu, and Bai Lian slowly appeared in her hands.

Zhuang Qiu's pupils shrank, and he ran away immediately.

After meeting those two fellow juniors and uncle Qinghong, Ji Qingning is the only one left now.

No matter how guilty he is, Zhuang Qiu still wants to see Ji Qingning.

He took a deep breath, returned to Wanjian Cave from Qinghong, and walked to the mountainside.

When he walked to the door of Ji Qingning's room, he felt a little more close to home.

After hesitating for a while, he finally knocked on the door.

There was no one answering the door for a long time, Zhuang Qiu pushed it suspiciously, the door was locked with a spiritual formula, and Ji Qingning went out.

Zhuang Qiu didn't know where Ji Qingning would go, he was a little disappointed, but this feeling disappeared soon.

If you haven't seen Ji Qingning, you should go to see the master, and you haven't asked the master how he went down the mountain this time.

Although Master probably didn't want to tell him these trivial things, but Zhuang Qiu wanted to know.

Arriving at Master Shantou's residence, Zhuang Qiu first took a look at Lu Xuan's residence.

The door of Lu Xuan's residence is open.

His residence is just the opposite of the simplicity of his master. Not only is his residence neatly built with spiritual power, but he is also painted with red paint and decorated with golden and bright red decorations. Even the bed where he sleeps is decorated with Put on a pink gauze.

Zhuang Qiu looked at Lu Xuan's red and gold aesthetics, and was really speechless.

Lu Xuan didn't seem to be in the room either, he should have gone out.

Zhuang Qiu passed by Lu Xuan's room and took a look, but there was no one inside.

When he walked to the door of Master's room, he found that the door of Master's room was open.

Looking inside with eyes, Ji Qingning, Lu Xuan and Shizun are all there.

Zhuang Qiu was about to knock on the door when he suddenly saw Ji Qingning smiling.

He smiled happily, not as coldly as he was to himself.

Zhuang Qiu remembered that was how Ji Qingning was described in the plot. He looked virtuous, easy to get along with, and was kind and gentle to everyone. In fact, behind this mask, all his emotions were hidden, and no one could leave. Into his heart, except for his master divine voice.

Only in front of Shenyin, Ji Qingning would laugh from the bottom of his heart.

Right now it's not just him who is laughing, Master is also laughing.

Three black lines were drawn on Lu Xuan's face. He looked very unhappy, angry, with his hips on his hips and he didn't want to talk to anyone.

Zhuang Qiu's hand that was about to knock on the door froze in mid-air.

After a while, he slowly put it down, and then took a step back without saying a word.

I could still hear Master's smiling voice.

"What did you do? You want to bet and admit defeat, Lu Xuan."

Lu Xuan said coquettishly: "It's too ugly. Look at Ji Qingning making fun of me. You don't care about him anyway. You always know to talk about me."

Ji Qingning smiled and said, "You, the tortoise, are really good at drawing."

Zhuang Qiu had already walked out of the top of the mountain and leaped over the side of the mountain. The end of the mountain was so quiet that even his breathing could be heard.

Zhuang Qiu looked at his residence.

It doesn't look like it's popular at all.

Zhuang Qiu, you are a real failure in life.

No one needs you.

He didn't want to enter his residence, so he looked up at the inscription of Master on his door.

That was the word given to him by Master when he first entered the sect.

At that time, the master only had him as a disciple, and he still cared about him.

There are only two words on the plaque.

"Follow your heart."

Master told him to follow his own will.

Look, Master also supports him.

Zhuang Qiu smiled at the plaque.

This smile looks very weird, the corners of the mouth are raised in a high arc, but the corners of the eyes are not curved.

It was as if his face had been divided into two parts, the upper one was needlessly cold, and the lower part was passionate.