The heart rate continues to rise, and it's getting faster and faster, one hundred and seventy-two, one hundred and seventy-five, one hundred and seventy-seven..."

Liang Yali bit her thin lip and said. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info "Search for his location at once and send someone to fetch him back!" Qiu Yan's secret must not be known to anyone! ”

At this moment, another staff member shouted. "Oh no, it's broken through two hundred, and the instrument has reached the maximum load value..."

'Boom! Before the staff could finish speaking, all the instruments suddenly sparked at the same time, and then wisps of green smoke came out, and a thick stench of burning filled the room.

Everyone stared in amazement at the burned row of instruments in front of them.

It took a long time for the woman from before to come back to her senses and say with a sad face. "Sister Liang, Qiu Yan's heart rate value has reached the highest load, not only the remote control equipment on our side, but even the monitoring equipment in his body has been burned."

"Bring Qiu Yan back immediately! I want to know what happened to him! Liang Yali swallowed her throat, and her face was a little pale.

"Where is the nearest search and rescue team has set off!"

Liang Yali nodded, and her gloomy face was no longer silent. Then, with a worried look on his face, he clasped his palms together, as if he was praying for Qiu Yan.

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"Uncle Clan, is he still saved?" The woman frowned and asked as she looked at the gradually cold figure on the ground.

"Fortunately, it didn't hurt the vital point, but this kind of injury is really not light, even if he is strong, he has lost too much blood and entered the realm of suspended animation, and he must not be careless, otherwise he may fall into a serious disease, lifelong weakness and asthma."

Fortunately, the clan uncle had temporarily treated his wounds, chewed the old medicine planted in the mausoleum, and applied it to it. Then he took out a jade jar from his bosom, poured out two fragrant brown-red pills, crushed one and applied it to the wound, and let him hold the other in his mouth.

"Uncle Clan, why did you save this person?"

"Xiao Li, according to the death of my Wang Immortal, how many years is the limit?" Although the clan uncle has long had to be white, he is still full of energy. The hair was combed very carefully, without a trace of messiness. In the slightly sunken eye sockets, a pair of dark brown eyes quietly tell the vicissitudes of time.

"Xiao Li, don't dare to talk nonsense." Xiao Li's eyes flashed with a different color, and he said in a panic.

"It's okay, but it's okay." In the eyes of the clan uncle, which were deeply buried by the vicissitudes of time, there seemed to be a flash of brilliance, and the brilliance flowed, as if recalling the past.

"According to the ancestral records, it has been more than 1,800 years since the death of my king immortal." Xiao Li said softly.

Uncle Clan's hair was all open, and he sighed if he was stunned. "yes, it's been more than 1,800 years... Our people have guarded this mausoleum for generations, and they have long been isolated from the world, and they have never even seen a white cloud and blue sky. ”

"For as long as I can remember, it has been 80 years since the coffins of this mausoleum were happy to be together. Over the years, I have imagined countless things about what the scenery beyond this mausoleum would look like. Is there such as the record in the ancestral book, clear water streams, moss smoke and rain, three or two clear sounds, just like a beautiful picture, beautiful. ”

"I ask myself, my people have paid too much, loyalty, righteousness and filial piety, and they have already been benevolent and righteous. Descendants can no longer be allowed to hide in this dark prison and intrude on the freedom and tyranny of our people for generations, and someone should break this shackle..."

"Uncle Clan.." Xiao Li changed color when he heard this, and a pair of small hands unnaturally touched his lips, trembling a little.

However, at this moment, a wind suddenly sounded from behind, and the clan uncle's earlobe trembled slightly, and they all raised their palms and swept back, but the other party did not show weakness, very tough,-for-tat.

"Old fellow, you're strong."

Before his fists and feet had the upper hand, the clan uncle quickly retreated, squinting slightly at the man. He is full of silver hair, fair and handsome, and his gestures are full of evil smell. There was not the slightest wave in his eyes, and the cold was terrible.

"Uncle Clan!" Xiao Li was shocked.

"I'm fine, this little cub is not simple, it feels very bad, and his breath is much stronger than before." The clan uncle whispered, and immediately waved his plain robe. "Young man, if you don't wake up again, you will be worried about your life."

"Oh? Life.. Worried? Qiu Yan lowered his eyes, muttered, and laughed loudly.

At the same time, suddenly a strong wind rushed to the throat of the clan uncle, and the cold and faint cold light seemed to come from the underworld, which was breathtaking.

It was too sudden, this terrifying power and speed was unguardable, and the clan uncle's pupils were extremely constricted and reacted quickly, and he quickly turned sideways.

Dangerous and dangerous, the cold light grazed his neck, bringing up a string of blood splashes past, and the skin was cut by the cold light, and it almost pierced his throat.

The scene was silent, and the clan uncle touched a piece of skin that had been wiped off his neck, and the cold light flashed in his eyes, and he was almost killed by a knife.

In the distance, Qiu Yan stood with a knife in his hand, his expression was cold, the cold light in his red eyes flashed, staring here, licking the corners of his mouth and smiling evilly. "Oh hey, old fellow, he actually dodged it, who just said that he was worried about his life?"

"What a young man, what a posterity!" Uncle Clan showed a shocked face, and the beam of light in his eyes burst out like two bolts of lightning, and immediately, he made a strange movement on the spot. "You also try the Fist of Our Race."

Uncle Clan's mouth was soft, his movements were natural, he rushed into a few meters in an instant, and he was about to get close in the blink of an eye, and he was like a golden-winged roc between the ups and downs, and his momentum was extraordinary.

"Bang" Qiu Yan blocked with his left arm, and made a dull loud noise, shaking the nearby dust, like an autumn wind sweeping.

Qiu Yan's body was slender, and he swung his legs violently, sweeping over like a piece of iron stake, and the terrifying wind was roaring, like a behemoth crashing.

Uncle Clan regressed, he grew up in this mausoleum since he was a child, although he had less actual combat experience, but he knew a lot, avoided its edge, and retreated a few meters away in one jump.

However, Qiu Yan's body instinct has rich experience in actual combat, so he will naturally know how to keep the lead and gain the upper hand. His body jumped up in the air, and it was several meters away at once, his right leg rotated, like an iron rod, it was unstoppable, and the wind on his leg hurt on his face, and the killing moves were connected.

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