Wu was separated for a while, and then whispered four words: strange goods can live.

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Chongkui quietly returned to Chongfu's room, and no one found out that she had left, and Chongkui was also lazy and lazy before, and it was said that she loved to sleep, and Qingtong They had already gotten used to it.

She didn't bother to get along with those people, so she washed her face and changed her clothes, so she sat down at the table and slowly studied a few books on cultivation that she had bought from a stall.

Alchemists, summoners, and onmyojis all have one thing in common - strict requirements for bloodlines.

These requirements are either inherited from the family or are born out of the ordinary.

It seems that Chongkui has no genetics, and there can be no bloodline mutation.

As for the Charmers and Puppeteers, this is an even more difficult and obscure technique, and there are few records on this continent.

The words of martial arts are generally similar to what she learned in her previous life, and now if it were not for the influence of this nine-year-old child's young body, in the morning restaurant today, Xiao Shulou was knocked away with a punch.

Martial arts pay attention to strength, but also pay attention to skills, she has no strength now, only to study skills.

But...... Could it be that you can only practice martial arts?

Other high-level professions, don't they have anything to do with themselves?

On this continent, it is a troubled time now, and only those with strength will be respected.

Without strength, businessmen and tycoons like Chongjia are only the end of the three religions and nine streams.

No, no matter what method is used, she must become stronger!

Chongkui tried to condense spiritual power in his body according to the alchemist books he bought, but there was no movement at all.

Could it be that she is really such a waste of firewood, and can only cultivate martial arts?

Oh yes, God won't be playing with me!

Little master, are you awake?

Qingtong's voice sounded outside the door, Chongkui answered, and she hurriedly pushed the door in.

Looking at her face, Chongkui knew that something big had happened.

Little master, Handan's predicament has been solved, and Zhao Guo has won! Qingtong is overjoyed, we can go back to Handan!

Siege of Handan...... In the past few days, Chongkui has more or less heard the maids and servants in the house mention it.

On the continent of Kyushu today, the seven kingdoms stand side by side, among which the Qin State is the most powerful and strong, four years ago, the general of the Qin State Gongsun Qi defeated the Qin army in Changping, and killed more than 400,000 soldiers, and the vitality of the Zhao State was greatly injured.

Then, the king of Qin sent troops again to besiege Handan, the capital of Zhao, and everyone in Handan was in danger at this time.

Chongfeng was well-informed, and before the war, he moved his family out of Handan and came to live temporarily in a courtyard in the small city of Anping.

Handan has been besieged for three years, almost collapsed, and is about to be breached, how can it win?

This time, thanks to the Chu State and the Wei State, they sent troops to help, and they were able to defeat the King of the Tiger and Wolf of the Qin State, which is really commendable! Qingtong was very happy.

As soon as the siege of Handan is lifted, they will be able to return to Handan, and maybe, Ligongzi will also come back......

Qin State, is it the strongest now? Chongkui asked, holding her cheek.

Hmph, Qin is a state of tigers and wolves, kill

If people don't blink, Gongsun alone will kill 400,000 people in our Zhao Kingdom! Speaking of this, Qingtong was resentful and sad.

Chongkui glanced at her, Qingtong is from Zhao Guo, and he hates Gongsun to the core.

However, it is said that Gongsun Qi was born with evil spirits, and was born with the dual bloodline of a charmer and a summoner, and is the most famous genius on the Kyushu continent!

Every time he goes out to fight, a blood-red phoenix bird soars in the sky, hanging its wings from the sky, soaring upward, dyeing the heavens and the earth into a blood-red color!