"That's enough! Drag it on, I don't want to see this woman again. ”

The middle-aged man's voice rumbled, enveloping the earth.

Except for Qingying Shan Ye and the middle-aged man, everyone lay on the ground and didn't dare to speak.

The woman showed an unbelievable look on her face, pointed to the middle-aged man, and was about to say something, but was covered by one hand in her mouth.

The team member nodded to the team leader and dragged the woman away quickly.

Then the middle-aged man looked at Qingying.

Qingying knew what he wanted to see, took out the badge, and threw it at the middle-aged man.

After the middle-aged man caught it, he instantly understood that the badge of Qingying was real.

For the first time, a smile appeared on the middle-aged man's face, and he looked at Qingying and said: "Little brother has received humiliation, please don't blame, I am Li Yanhan, the guard of the City Lord's Mansion, please follow me into the Mansion, the City Lord should want to see you." ”

Qingying nodded, motioning for Shan Ye to follow.

Li Yanhan stopped Shan Ye with a serious expression: "I'm sorry, he's not from the Demon Hunting Society, I can't take him in." ”

Qingying expressed understanding and looked at Shan Ye.

Shan Ye waved his hand and said, "You can just go, I'll wait for you outside." ”

Qingying bowed his head and stepped into the gate of the City Lord's Mansion.

Behind him, Li Yanhan's loud voice sounded again: "Wang Jian, the captain of the Demon Hunting City City Guard, abused his power, went into the dungeon, repented with his wife, and was released after fifty years. ”

"No!" should be Wang Jian's desperate resistance.

Li Yanhan didn't look at the back, and slapped Wang Jian's back with one hand, Wang Jian's proud cultivation of the seventh layer of the Wuyuan Realm did not have the slightest resistance in front of Li Yanhan, and was directly sealed and cultivated, so that the team members who were originally subordinates dragged down.

Shan Ye stood next to the door, cold sweat on his forehead, and the star soul fluctuations released by these people's every move made his heart tremble.

The seventh-level cultivation of the Wuyuan Realm does not have the slightest power to resist, this kind of power is several times stronger than his father, is the outside world so powerful.

Having been mixed in the Black Fire Forest all year round, Shan Ye's actual combat ability far exceeded that of ordinary elementals of the same level, but because of this, he lacked knowledge and was confused by many strange abilities.

Walk through a garden full of flowers and enter the gate of the Lord's Mansion.

The steps and guardrails are all made of white stone, a kind of building material that is hard and beautiful, but the production is scarce.

Walking through the corridor, Qingying was numb, and the idea of the entire corridor was made of Xuanbai stone, this kind of arrogant pride, Qingying couldn't understand it, and there was still a trace of envy in his heart.

Turning the corridor, you enter the main hall, which is resplendent with gold and the chairs in the middle exude an air of elegance and dignity.

A chair carved from a single piece of Chill Stone.

Han Yue Stone, or Qing Ying knew from Qing Lian's memory, this strange stone is one of the important materials for many refining weapons, and its rarity is extremely rare.

The refined refiner has its own cold energy, and if it is properly refined, if it is carried around, it will have a miraculous effect on the cultivation promotion of the ice and water element.

I didn't expect the president of the Demon Hunting Club to be so extravagant......

Turning to the fact that there were not many advanced refiners in the Black Fire Continent, it was understandable for the Demon Hunter Guild President to do this...... No one will use it anyway......

glanced at the Han Yue chair with some distress, this is really ...... What a waste......

Li Yanhan looked back and saw Qingying's complicated expression, he didn't scold, he also felt that the president was too extravagant, so distressed, if this thing made a refining weapon, it would be a seventh rank, right? If it is a powerful refiner, a sixth rank or higher is fine, right?

Pass through the main hall and enter a dimly lit corridor.

Li Yanhan looked back and smiled apologetically, took fifty steps to the end of the corridor, and knocked on the wooden door facing the corridor.

The crisp voice echoed, and the two did not speak, waiting quietly.

Half an hour later, the wooden door creaked open, but it looked dark.

Li Yanhan motioned for Qingying to go in and find the president by himself, he was not qualified to go in without permission.

Qingying was helpless, stepped into the room, there was a breeze behind him, and when he looked back, the wooden door had been closed.

Qingying glanced around, this was a study, or rather a book storage room.

In front of you is a bookshelf, densely packed with books.

The bookshelf was a foot high, and there was a faint light flickering at the top, and it seemed that the bookshelf was blocking the light.

Turning around the bookshelves that were seven or eight feet long, I looked forward, and sure enough, there were rows of bookshelves.

Shaking his head and continuing to move forward, Qingying stopped after counting fifty-four bookshelves, and in the space of about twenty square meters in front of him, there was a man in red, bowing his head and writing something on the desk in front of him.

Qingying didn't say anything, standing behind, he believed that with the cultivation of the leader of the Demon Hunting Society, he should have noticed his approach a long time ago, and the next thing was to see what the president said.

The president was busy for a quarter of an hour or so, and finally turned around.

A hint of surprise flashed across Qingying's eyes.

The Poison Scythe is not as old as the name suggests, nor is it as old as everyone thinks, as far as Qingying knows, the appearance of the Poison Brake Scythe at the moment is age, and it is definitely the youngest of the known powerhouses of the Seeping Yuan Realm in the Black Fire Continent.

It looks like about thirty at most, this kind of talent, it shouldn't stay in the Black Fire Continent, right?

Qingying looked at the Poison Scythe, and the Poison Sickle was also looking at Qingying.

"How old are you?"

Qingying hesitated for a moment, but decided to tell the truth.

"It's almost fourteen. ”

The scythe tugged at the corners of his mouth, he felt a little hurt for this answer, he felt that his talent was already amazing, and he ended up running into a pervert.

The poisonous sickle stared at Qingying's eyes and said easily: "Qingying...... The inhabitants of Yeyun Town, who were wiped out by the Onetooth Gang in half a day, escaped alone......? The seventh layer of the Wuyuan Realm, right?"

Qingying's eyes were a little wary, his cultivation speed was indeed a bit abnormal, if someone asked, it would definitely involve some very troublesome things, and there were some things he couldn't say.

The Poison Scythe waved his hand and said, "Relax, I won't embarrass you." ”

The Poison Scythe pondered for a moment and said, "You just need to say, have you seen Bi Yuan Tree?"

"Bi Yuan Tree?" Qingying didn't react a little.

"That's right, it's Bi Yuanshu!" the poison scythe accentuated his tone, and Qingying felt a hint of urgency from it.

After repeatedly confirming that the Poison Scythe had no malicious intent, Qingying took out a Biyuan leaf.

The poison sickle looked at Bi Yuanye, then at Qingying, and suddenly stopped talking.

After waiting for a long time, Qingying stretched out his hand and handed Bi Yuanye to the Poison Scythe.

The expression of the Poison Scythe was very entangled, and he was thinking about whether to accept it or not.

Bi Yuanshu is very important to him, and it would be even better if there was a ready-made one. The moment he saw Bi Yuanye, he almost wanted to grab it.

Looking at the posture of the poisonous sickle that wanted to refuse and welcome, Qingying felt funny in his heart, but he didn't expect that the powerhouse of the Infiltrating Yuan Realm also had this side.

In the end, the need overcame all thoughts, and the Poison Scythe took Bi Yuanye, looked at Qingying, and asked casually, "Qingying, what do you need now?"

Qingying knows that this is to repay himself, and to stop the poisonous sickle, Qingying can learn a lot of things.

However, he really doesn't need anything now, and there are no problems with cultivation at present, if you want to talk about the enemy, Zhan Cheng is counted as one, but the other party has already shifted his attention to Wind City, and it doesn't have much to do with him.

In terms of physical rewards, he doesn't need weapons very much, and his wind blade is the strongest weapon.

Therefore, Qingying looked embarrassed, and he didn't know what he should want.

Seeing that Qingying was thinking about it, he didn't bother, turned around and a carving knife appeared in his hand, and he lay down on the table to continue carving.

Qingying thought for a moment and stepped forward, wanting to see what the Poison Scythe was doing.

The Poison Scythe muttered as he swung his carving knife and slashed through a graceful arc to mark the Dao mark on a cube of orange goldstone.

"The president is ...... Alchemist?" Qingying was a little unsure.

"That's right, I'm a seventh-rank refiner, I don't have much talent, and I'm thinking about it. The poison sickle did not shy away from it, and replied casually.

Qingying watched it for half an hour, and suddenly had a bold idea.

Closing his eyes, Qingying's virtual consciousness entered Qinglian's inheritance memory, extracting a part of the memory.

It was the memory of a seventh-rank and sixth-rank refiner.

This is the result of Qingying's careful consideration.

He didn't dare to take out all his memories, he was innocent of his guilt, he had seen too much in just a few months, not to mention that he had experienced it himself.

As for why there is no previous memory, Qingying has enough reasons to explain, as for whether it has any effect, he believes that the Poison Scythe can see it.

Yes, he wants to pass on this memory that can help the Poison Scythe break through the sixth-rank refiner to the Poison Scythe.

After a short observation, he believed that the Poison Scythe was not the kind of person who took it by force, and Qingying still had a certain self-understanding in this regard.

After working hard for a while, Qingying was sure that the memories she peeled out were only sixth-rank and seventh-rank memories, and there were no other clues that could leak the news, so she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

When I opened my eyes, I saw that the Poison Scythe was still busy.

Qingying was not in a hurry, and after waiting for another quarter of an hour, the Poison Scythe stopped the movement in his hand, turned his head and asked, "How is it, have you thought about it?"

Qingying smiled and said softly, "I wonder if the president can believe me?"

The poisonous sickle fox glanced at Qingying suspiciously, and said with a smile: "What if you believe it, what if you don't believe it?"

Qingying smiled bitterly and said, "I have something that can be given to the president of a creation." ”

"What is creation?" The Poison Scythe obviously didn't believe it, and asked rhetorically.

Qingying pointed to his head and looked confidently at the Poison Scythe.

The Poison Scythe didn't continue to speak, and fell into deep thought, he was considering the truth of Qingying's words.

Qingying was not in a hurry, and waited quietly.

After a pillar of incense, the poison sickle spoke: "Yes, but you know the consequences of failure." ”

Qingying smiled confidently: "Definitely not fail, you will know." ”

The Poison Scythe glanced at Qingying deeply, then closed his eyes and seemed to be lost in thought.

Qingying knew that he had succeeded, and after that, it was up to him to see how much the Poison Scythe could understand.

Without hesitation, Qingying closed her eyes, pulled the memories that had been stripped by herself, and left her body.

At the moment when he appeared outside the body, the blue light was shrouded, and Qingying's eyes opened at this moment were stunned, and he seemed to see Qinglian again.

Holding back the sadness in his heart, Qingying pointed his finger, and the memory light ball flew into the heart of the Poison Scythe.

The body of the poison sickle changed for a while, and his expression changed rapidly.

Qingying withdrew his fingers, what he could do was done, and it was up to him to see the final result of the Poison Scythe.

Qingguang walks on the long river, and dreams for eternity.