Zhihai is tired, but there is an uncontrollable excitement in his heart. Such a grand scene, a tense and trembling atmosphere, stirred up the restless factor in the blood.

It turns out that war has never been exclusive to hot-blooded men.

Ye Qingyue tried her best to calm down, and first laid a protective formation around her, she didn't forget that the spiritual power fluctuation that led her to come has never appeared.

She raised her eyes to look at the chessboard, where the white child had turned to powder.

If only I could move this chess circle back. She gently touched the chessboard with her fingertips, only to see the chessboard collapse with a bang, turning into a cloud of rubble.

It's a one-off chess formation. Hey? What is that?

Ye Qingyue pulled out a jade slip from the rubble and glanced at it with the little divine sense she had left.

"Great Yan Xuan Shen Lu?"

This is a special exercise for the divine soul, with a divine consciousness attack method, and the grade is unknown.

The Divine Soul is the core of the Divine Consciousness, and like the Divine Consciousness, it belongs to the extremely vulnerable place of the monk. There are very few exercises that can cultivate divine consciousness or divine soul, and the method of divine consciousness attack can definitely be used as a killer weapon to ignore cultivation.

This exercise is of great use to me, and in the dark, she feels this way.

Ye Qingyue is like a treasure.

"Squeak!"

On the rock wall ahead, a stone door suddenly opened.

The sea water poured in with foam, and the salty smell filled the nose.

Ye Qingyue surfaced along the sea, and above the sea, the sky was clear and the blue waves were traceless.

"Roar! Girl, do you want the old man to send you back? It was Zhang Laohan's voice.

Ye Qingyue flew up and landed on the thin and soft sand. In the bay not far away, in the depths of the fiery red phoenix flowers, Zhang Laohan, dressed in gray cloth, sat idly on a dilapidated small wooden boat, and the dry tobacco bag in his hand slammed on the side of the boat one by one.

Beside him, there was a man in blue. The handsome and cold face is a scenery in the sea of phoenix flowers in full bloom.

The eyes that were as clear as water fell lightly on Ye Qingyue.

It's Blue Seven!

"Senpai!"

Lan Qi did not hide the momentum of his cultivation in the foundation building period, Ye Qingyue was now a cultivator in the Qi refining period, so he should be courteous.

Lan Qi nodded faintly, and the smoke wave moved slightly.

Ye Qingyue shook slightly, she seemed to read a little relief from those eyes that were not very emotional.

It must be an illusion.

She didn't think that Lan Qi would be able to recognize her true identity, and Zhang Laohan also swore that she would not spread it.

"What's it called, senior? Girl, this is the grandson of the old man. How's that, a talent, right? Zhang Laohan laughed, obviously extremely satisfied with this junior.

"Grandpa!" Lan Qi suddenly spoke, and glanced at Zhang Laohan coldly, with a hint of warning.

"Ouch! The seven boys are thin-skinned, don't say it, don't say it! Girl, are you going back to Smoky Island? Zhang Laohan quipped.

"Good! There's Lao Lao! ”

Ye Qingyue said with a smile and landed lightly on the bow of the boat. The bow of the ship sank, and layers of fine scales rose on the surface of the water.

Ye Qingyue sat on the bow of the boat and closed her eyes slightly. The emptiness and exhaustion of the depletion of divine consciousness had not completely dissipated, and in Biluo, the fire squirrel that had slept for a year woke up. It's noisy and noisy, and it doesn't stop for a moment. Ye Qingyue's eyelids jumped, she still had better invite this living ancestor out as soon as possible, so as not to disturb Ye Xiao's advancement.

She glanced at Zhang Laohan and Lan Qi embarrassedly, and moved the fire squirrel out of Biluo.

The fire squirrel slept for a year, and he didn't grow much, but his cultivation was a little advanced to the first order, and now, he is already a spirit beast in the late stage of the first order.

"Be quiet, don't shoot casually!" Ye Qingyue put the fire squirrel on her shoulder, and the voice instructed.

"Master, you have laid the foundation! Hey? Where is this? Who are they? It looks far worse than Chonghua. The fire squirrel looked at Lan Qi and Zhang Laohan vigilantly, and squeaked.

"This is Egret Continent, not Tianyin City. Remember, from now on, you are just an ordinary little squirrel, so as not to be targeted. ”

The fire squirrel wagged its tail wagged: "Got it!" ”

"Hey, girl, this squirrel is your spirit animal? What a beautiful little guy. Zhang Laohan put down the wooden oar and turned around.

The fire squirrel wagged its tail happily and squeaked twice, its dark purple eyes shining brightly.

"Of course!" Ye Qingyue heard the fire squirrel say.

"Do you understand me?"

Fire Squirrel nodded.

Ye Qingyue glared at the fire squirrel, what a guy who got carried away when he boasted.

The fire squirrel suddenly remembered that it had just promised its master that it was just an ordinary squirrel, and quickly shook its head again.

Zhang Laohan smiled.

Lan Qi also glanced at the fire squirrel, with a faint smile in his eyes, and then turned his face away and didn't speak.

Who knows, at this moment, the fire squirrel suddenly jumped up from Ye Qingyue's shoulder and pounced on Lan Qi.

"Come back!" Ye Qingyue exclaimed.

On the side of Lan Qi's body, the squirrel fell into the water with a "poof".

Ye Qingyue ran to the side of the boat, and heard a sound of water, and the fire squirrel jumped into the cabin with a whitebait not much smaller than herself in its mouth.

It shook the fur off its body, and with a "snap", threw the whitebait into the cabin.

The silverfish was still alive, struggling one by one in the cabin.

Ye Qingyue threw a green vine from her palm, tied it up by a whitebait, and threw it aside.

"Oops! Isn't this a whitebait? The little guy has neat hands and feet! This whitebait is a hard-to-catch sea fish. Zhang Laohan shouted.

Whitebait, a specialty of Huaxi Island, is said to be scarce, extremely fast in the water, slippery, and fierce by nature, extremely difficult to catch.

"Little guy, let me tell you, this whitebait tastes the best, a whitebait of this size is worth dozens of spirit stones, can you help me take a look, is there anything else around here?"

Ye Qingyue coughed, Zhang Laohan sneered, took out a wine gourd from his body, and opened it painfully: "Little squirrel, I don't want you for nothing, a silver fish, a gourd wine, okay?" ”

The fire squirrel walked into the wine gourd, sniffed it, and shook his head in disgust.

"What kind of wine is this? Far worse than what I usually drink! It squeaked.

Ye Qingyue felt a little headache, and just wanted to call the fire squirrel back, she saw the fire squirrel's tail curl and plunge into the water again.

And then, one, two, three......

By the time the fire squirrel came ashore again, there were already a dozen or so live whitebait in the hold.

The fire squirrel blinked proudly, and Ye Qingyue's eyelids jumped again.

"Master, raw, not delicious." The fire squirrel squeaked twice.

Who taught it all this? Ye Qingyue muttered in her heart.

"Chonghuajiao!" The fire squirrel squeaked twice. It threw out a few packets of spices from the storage bag and stared at Ye Qingyue expectantly.

It has entered into an equal contract with its master, and its hearts are in touch at this time.

It's so well prepared! Zhang Laohan is surprised.

"Put it away and go back and deal with it." Ye Qingyue said.

The fire squirrel answered, and the whitebait in the cabin disappeared in an instant.

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"Open!"

With a soft shout, the small stones floating in the air suddenly cracked, and the rubble fell to the ground.

This is the attack technique of concentrating the divine consciousness as a blade in the Great Yan Divine Record. Those small stones were directly shattered by the blade of divine consciousness.

If you attack with spiritual power, this little trick is really nothing. But the monk's knowledge of the sea is the most vulnerable, like Ye Qingyue, who dares to fight with a stone, and can also shatter the other party, it is already amazingly strong.

Nine days later, Ye Qingyue stared at the broken stones with satisfaction and stood up.

These days, she has been studying the practice of the Great Yan Divine Record, and in the dark, there is a feeling urging her to do so.

The monks' instincts are often related to the number of days, and they rarely go against them.

Ye Qingyue did not forget that today was the day to make an appointment with Qing Luofeng to go to the mangrove forest.