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When the monk who stepped on the thunder caught the spear that was about to catch up with them, he cursed viciously, twisted it into a twist, and then crumpled it into a ball of flowers, and threw it into the sea with ferocity.

The sea shook a thousand waves, but the loud sound did not call back the soul of the ink-dyed clothes.

She threw the habitual drawn-drawn bow, and without the fiery red spear that pulled the wind, she automatically adjusted her target and locked on the person who appeared more shockingly.

Concussive Arrows!

An arrow was fired, and the momentum was much weaker than before.

Even if her spirit is still in a state of high spirits, her body has long been overloaded, and it is already a miracle that she did not collapse.

The arrow was still three feet away from the man, so it stopped in mid-air, and said that it could not be any closer.

Mo Dye Yi suddenly felt that something in his head was bursting out, and his head was splitting, and he regained his clarity in an instant.

Just as he saw the hunter's mark break on the man, the arrow lost its target, and immediately fell into the sea.

This kind of spiritual backlash, if it is not like the collision of positive forces, the shock and tearing of the soul almost drove her crazy, but on the surface, she stood there well, but her eyes were in a trance, and she looked very inappropriate.

For the first time!

Ink dyed clothes really realize that it is not a panacea to cross the accompanying welfare system by yourself!

It's not that they won't be noticed, but they can't be perceived by those who are not strong, and when they reach that level. Whether it is deliberate or unintentional, it is effortless to mark her invisible.

And the destruction of this mental locking is extremely dangerous for her.

If it weren't for the fact that this person only scattered the mark, and did not follow the mark to attack her unprepared. Then she's definitely not just hurting now.

Experience teaches.

Why do people have memories, because of pain, because of pain. Because of the experience.

At this time, Mo Dye Yi fully understood the meaning of this sentence.

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When Zhao Qiming felt that one of the pieces of blood jade pendant connected to his heart was shattered, he immediately put down everything at hand and rushed over non-stop, and other book friends looked at it normally.

What I saw was this scene:

The grandson I just recognized. Lying crookedly in a very low-grade flying machine. Damn, it's still a white cloud style, God knows that such a girl's style is really weak.

His face was red like a monkey's buttocks, and his blood was very vigorous, but the realm was carelessly stable, and his body was full of true yuan, and he could see at a glance that his heart was broken, plus there was no body protection divine light on the body surface. The Heaven-Swallowing Purple Fire that he refined for his grandson, and the spirit sword attached to the Heaven-Swallowing Purple Fire, I'm afraid they're all gone.

Think again. What else don't you understand, this little guy is playing with his life.

All his self-cultivation and qi cultivation were thrown aside. His good grandson, most of his life has been tossed and lost, so how can he endure this breath!

Grabbed the spear that had been chasing two small things, he almost scolded his mother in disregard of his identity, what kind of thing is this, dare to print such a vicious blood talisman without dying? Is it true that Zhao Qiming is dead? I don't take their old Zhao family seriously!

It's tolerable, it's unbearable!

He gritted his teeth with hatred, twisted the straight one into a bend, still couldn't understand the hatred, crumpled it into a ball, annoyed when he looked at it, and threw this ball of broken copper and iron directly into the sea.

As for whose spear it is, he already has a spectrum in his heart, the spiritual power fluctuations on this blood seal are exactly the same as the unlucky guy who was tortured and abused by the hydra monster he met on the way here before, Zhao Qiming thought to himself, I hope that damn bastard can hold on a little longer, and let him have enough time to kill back and avenge his grandson!

Death at the hands of monsters, phew! Wouldn't that be cheaper for him!

He was still figuring out how to clean up the bastard who wanted his grandson's life, and the arrows of the ink-dyed clothes were shot, and the book fans still liked to watch:.

It made him a little stunned, to be honest, at his current realm, there are very few opportunities to do it, unlike the previous name that was killed, now this Canglan Continent is rumored to be the first person, but there are not a few opportunities to confirm this name.

Generally speaking, it is not an exaggeration to say that the two monks in the infancy stage have turned over the mountains and the sea, and the destruction of life is only a side effect.

Therefore, at their level, "self-cultivation" is sometimes really a last resort.

There are really any grudges that can't be resolved, they would rather solve them in other ways, just like those old guys who don't like him, and they just make some small moves behind their backs to calculate their old Zhao family, and they don't dare to start a war with gongs and drums in front of them, which really provokes him Zhao Qiming, and he can't help but take those old guys for a while, and it is still very easy to take the foundation that their family has worked hard for several lifetimes with a sword.

The old guys in the infancy can't move, can't those little guys still move?

Even so, everyone has this tacit understanding, when they meet each other, there is still a little temptation, what they must do when they meet is to compare with the "potential", this kind of competition is not vigorous, nor exciting and interesting, but the sinister part of it is not weaker than the real knife and real gun fight.

Locking the other party with divine consciousness is the basic skill, generally speaking, the monks in the middle stage of foundation building can master it, but if they really do it quietly, quietly, the incomparably condensed and powerful spirit to be refined, it must be the realm of the Jindan period, and some special cultivation techniques, the soul strength must be beyond the same level of the late stage of foundation building cultivators can also do it, but it has never appeared in a cultivator who only has the early stage of foundation building.

Just...... Although there are slight differences, it is true that the feeling of being locked by the divine consciousness is true.

Lightly shook the lock, and did not attack with the trend, giving the girl a fatal blow.

It's just that his eyes are staring at the past, and he looks at it a little.

But a monk in his infancy, other book friends read it normally:. It is also a sword cultivator who is known for his unstoppable determination, even if it is just a slightly scrutinizing gaze, it is like a thousand swords stabbing fiercely on the heart of the ink-dyed clothes, and it is difficult to breathe for a while, and he can't breathe.

The power of the sword cultivation in the infancy stage. You can see it!

Just a glance makes people feel the slightest bit of rebellion.

The current image of ink-dyed clothes is really not very good, to be exact, it is terrible.

She was already emaciated. If it is usual, wear such a slim silky long skirt and walk down the street. Although it is not plump. But she has soft curves, graceful posture, and her slap is big and pitiful little face, no matter how you look at it, she is a cute little beauty.

But now she is drenched all over, strands of hair are sticking to her head, her pale little face is still rolling with water droplets, and the bandeau dress with exposed shoulders is tightly attached to every inch of skin. Skinny skinny, that's all, and her movements at this time. Is...... It's so unladylike, so she swaggers on the blue giant snake. In order to reduce the impact force, the upper body fits the snake body as much as possible, and you have to twist your body and turn your head to shoot arrows...... Oh my God, where can you still see the word "beauty"!

The six-winged demon snake only received her instructions to swim quickly, and she really tried her best to move forward, not daring to relax at all, and thoroughly implemented her instructions, without the slightest hint of stealing and slippery, it would be good to be able to save a life, and you still want beauty?

Can you expect a snake to have the same aesthetic as a human?

If you catch any snake, you have to flash your star eyes, look at the six-winged demon snake with admiration and adoration, and shout: Great God, your movements are really beautiful, and your posture is really vigorous and charming......

"Put him down!" Zhao Qiming shouted.

Just looking at this moment, the miserable appearance of his grandson being bumped, he couldn't help but get angry, although this girl was well-intentioned, but if she continued to toss like this, she would be killed before Xiao Jiu died.

The ink-dyed clothes that had just come back to his senses suddenly heard him shout, and he was shocked.

"The predecessor is ......" She vaguely guessed the identity of the other party, probably from the Zhao family, but she didn't dare to recognize each other rashly, let alone let the six-winged demon snake stop, she just pretended not to know, and still moved forward quickly.

Half of them could be saviors, and half of them could be bad silver......

(Otaku: Yiyi, but this vigilance is too high, and the security system has been upgraded, right?) Yiyi raised his head and looked arrogant: Of course, our system is automatically updated, do you understand automatic updates? Residence:...... ）

"The deity is his grandfather!" Zhao Qiming shouted again, very unimpressed by the distrustful gaze of the girl in front of him, and even more dissatisfied that the other party was still "torturing" his children at this moment, and he still didn't stop.

He was so angry that he slapped it down, and the sea in front of the six-winged demon snake set off a huge wave, almost forcing them into the sea.

Only then did the ink dyeing clothes stop, gasping for breath, looking at Xuan Jiu and then at the person in front of him who was clamoring to claim to be Xuan Jiu's classmate, the legendary Qiming Shengzun, and muttered in his heart: It doesn't look like a ...... at all

If Zhao Qiming knew what Mo Dye Yi was talking about in his heart, he would definitely come to fan her away with another palm, and the one thing he was most proud of recently was that the grandson he found back was not like him, stubborn temper, and temperament, and the most important thing was that both of them were spiritual roots of the three lines, and their talents were mediocre, but they had talents that were different from ordinary people in kendo.

"Outside...... Gong ...... "is a little weak, but the words are clear, Xuan Jiuqiang supports his body, and his cold phoenix eyes reveal a rare warmth.

The voice of "dyed clothes ......" was very soft, very faint, but there was some ambiguous gentleness, but the atmosphere could not be maintained, and it was only established for a moment before it was interrupted by a long series of coughs.

Zhao Qiming raised his eyebrows.

"Xiao Jiu, don't speak, your heart is broken, don't open your mouth lightly until the injury is healed." Zhao Qiming's fingers were in the air, and a little bit of light fell on Xuan Jiu's chest, slowly seeping in.

Xuan Jiu fell asleep, and the lines on his face were rarely soft, which was completely different from the face in the memory of the ink dyeing clothes, and other book friends looked at it normally:.

She looked at his face in a daze, how stupid the ink-dyed clothes looked at at this time.

"Eat this Huiyuan Pill, and you will probably recover about sixty percent." Zhao Qiming threw over a jade bottle.

The ink-dyed clothes opened silently, fragrant, and the smell of it lifted the spirit, as if the tight string was gradually loosened.

Swallow without hesitation, close your eyes and refine.

Who is the person, the famous Qiming Holy Venerable in the Canglan Continent, she can end her life with her little fingers, where can she be cheated.

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When I opened my eyes again. It's already starry, and the night is spreading.

The island at night is lonely and lonely, with a faint smell of depression.

Island?

She stood up and looked around. It is indeed a bare island, there is nothing on the island, and it is a hundred feet in size. Only he and her sat quietly with their eyes closed.

The fingers touched the neck, the touch was as cool as jade, and the whereabouts of the six-winged demon snake were self-evident.

Look around. The whole island looks like it's in the middle of the sea. In fact, it was closed and isolated from the world, and it was thought that it was the handiwork of the Enlightened Holy Venerable.

The end of this island can be seen at a glance, and without the shadow of that holy deity, people should not be on the island.

Her gaze turned back to Xuan Jiu, Xuan Jiu in the night was not as dark as in the day, in fact, even in the daytime, the ink dyed clothes didn't think how dark this person was, and book fans still liked to watch:. That bronzed skin, every inch is shouting the word health noisily.

A strong chest, strong arms. Inverted triangular waist and abdomen, slender thighs. Sitting cross-legged at this time, the soaking and fitting robe clearly outlined the muscles of the legs bulging due to the bending of the knees......

Xuan Jiu, who is accustomed to seeing the handsome little students in the cultivation realm and has three-dimensional and tough facial features, has a visual impact on the ink dyed clothes at this moment.

She has to admit that she prefers the muscular type to the handsome type, and Xuan Jiu is definitely a masterpiece of both.

The sound of her heart beating suddenly woke her up, and her fingertips touched her cheeks, burning hot.

She hurriedly avoided her eyes, suddenly her heart jumped, and she lowered her head suddenly, and she saw the long skirt that was close to her body, and the white chest, from her own angle, she could still see some internal ups and downs.

Oh, my God!

How long has she been in this image?

Hurriedly found the matching jade silkworm yarn from the storage belt, turned over a glass mirror, and looked at it, the ink-dyed clothes almost didn't scream.

Strands of hair stuck to her face, stains on her face, and a little bit of sand, did she just fish it out from the bottom of the sea?

The ink-dyed clothes were quickly and easily cleaned up, and they were finally able to see it, neatly tied up their hair, put on the jade silkworm to wipe their foreheads, and found the jade silkworm boots and jade silkworm gloves.

The whole set of jade silkworm suit was worn on her body, the effect of the suit was activated, the dust separation circle and the constant temperature array began to operate, the dirty viscosity on her body was eliminated little by little, the slightly cool air was blocked out, and the warm breeze soothed every inch of her body, carefully caring.

My body is comfortable, and my mood is gradually improving.

She carefully recalled what happened before, and did not miss every detail, this is a habit she gradually developed, the so-called adaptability, how fast can she react quickly when it happens? Anticipate the enemy first, it is more secure and safe, and every possibility has been considered, even if you can't win, you can be firmly invincible, and book fans also like to read:.

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The silver gauze hangs down smoothly, the woman sits sideways on the ground, the long skirt can't block the slightly exposed silver boots, the gauze is hazy but not transparent, and it can't be seen really, but it shallowly traces a thin but straight back.

Slender neck, white as jade, a pool of blue surrounds it, she tilted her head slightly, her eyes were blurred and no focus, her eyebrows were slightly frowned, like Xizi holding her heart, which made people feel pity, but Xuan Jiu knew that she was definitely not a weak Qianqian, a woman who needed to be carefully cared for, she was smart, strong and decisive, and had a sassy demeanor that is rare for men in the world.

She has a little temperament, very naïve and ridiculous, and occasionally has a little temper, but it is harmless.

Stick to what she insists on, go all out when she identifies a goal, and return to the Sky Continent is far away, but she has been working hard......

Like him, she is limited by her talent and has to work harder than others.

Generally, a woman with such qualifications as her racked her brains to think about how to climb a reliable man and rely on her for the rest of her life.

But this woman has a proud backbone, self-improvement, self-esteem, and self-respect.

There is a difference between the cloud and the mud with the woman next to him!

If you like someone, no matter when and where, whether it is the front, back or side, no matter from any angle, he/she is complete and beautiful.

Xuan Jiu was probably in this state at this time, he looked at women, never looked at the surface, and when he was very young, he knew that his appearance was beautiful and charming, dignified and elegant...... Women who have won a good reputation are not necessarily good, but under their impeccable beauty, there are ugly hearts that make people disgusting, disgusting, and book lovers like to read:.

His mother once told him that a woman's beauty and ugliness do not depend on the skin, but on the heart.

He has been coldly watching him for so many years, approaching him intentionally or unintentionally, pretending to attract his ...... These women are wearing layers of masks, and he can't see their true hearts, and he doesn't know whether they are beautiful or ugly.

But he could see a rare true temperament in the ink-dyed clothes.

Despite her best efforts to cover up, she also makes a lot of bad disguises......

Thinking of this, a little smile overflowed into his eyes, the corners of his lips curled slightly, and quickly recovered to his original state with the woman's slight movements.

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"You...... Is it better? Mo Dye Yi turned to face Shang Xuanjiu's scorching gaze at her, a trace of panic flashed in her heart, and she hurriedly avoided his gaze by getting up.

She didn't know why she was so weak, or if she didn't want to think about it from the outside.

"The heart has continued, thank you!" Xuan Jiu said softly, with a little solemnity.

"I thank you, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't be standing here now." It was Xuan Jiuyi's sword that broke through the man's rain-filled cyan flying needle, giving them time to escape, otherwise even if the six-winged demon snake swam fast, it would not be useful, not to mention that the Qiming Holy Venerable suddenly appeared behind and blocked the spear that was chasing after him.

"You and I are in the same door, so you don't have to be so polite." Xuan Jiu pursed his lips and said lightly.

Ink Dye Yi smiled slightly, "The same words are for you." ”

Xuan Jiu raised his eyes, and looked at a pair of sparkling eyes, and the two looked at each other and smiled, all without saying a word...... (To be continued)