A cool breeze came from nowhere, when Li Qingzhao came back to his senses, he saw that everyone next to him had already looked for his way, only Zhao Mingcheng was still rubbing beside him and never left, and he didn't know what he felt in his heart at this time, today's Zhao Mingcheng was wearing a small green hat on his head, and his appearance was also funny. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Talented girl, have you finally come back to your senses? I saw you frowning just now, what's the matter, did you encounter something troublesome? In the past two days, I have made a full-time guest appearance in the secret realm, and I have a little experience in helping people solve their doubts, or else, say it, and I will help you solve it? ”

Zhao Mingcheng just saw that Li Qingzhao didn't answer his words, turned his head to look at her, and found that this beauty actually played soul travel for nine days...... Ahem, of course, it is possible that someone will take her away, and I was thinking about how to help her return to her soul, when I saw her eyes focused on it, I was relieved.

"Alas, it's not me who has something, it's you who has something! Remember, there is no way in the world, and only by practicing the peerless Wending and becoming a super strong can you dominate the ups and downs! ”

Li Qingzhao sighed lightly, and finally revealed a trace of mystery to him, and then walked towards the front without looking back, and disappeared into the lobby in an instant.

This guy actually said that he has more Zen skills than me, what does it mean that 'it's not me who has something, it's you who has something?' 'Ahem, could it be that the beautiful woman hinted to me that she would consider marrying me because she became super strong?'

Zhao Mingcheng was so embarrassed by her Zen confession that he couldn't help but take off his hat and scratch his little bald head vigorously as he walked...... For a long time, I didn't think of a result.

"Help...... Killed ......"

A girl's cry for help broke Zhao Mingcheng, who was still understanding the meaning of Li Qingzhao's words, and he couldn't help but look up. The clouds and fog had just turned in front of me, and I couldn't see anything at all. Are you hallucinating?

"Bump!"

A gruff voice came again, but it was also fleeting. But it made Zhao Mingcheng sure that what he heard just now was definitely not an illusion.

After listening carefully for a long time again, Zhao Mingcheng finally heard the sound of someone being kicked against the wall and then falling to the ground.

This determined direction, Zhao Mingcheng was directly angry, damn! The holy place of Confucianism and the Holy Smoke Pavilion worshiped by thousands of students, how could such a violent incident occur? Do you think this is a black shop?

It must be seriously exposed!

This anger, Zhao Mingcheng's eyeballs learned from the "Dancing Tomb" directly automatic focus, and then the fog in front of him seemed to be much lighter. I followed the voice just now, but I saw that a little right in front of me, there was a gap in the secret door, and if I didn't look very carefully, I really couldn't find it.

Cautiously stepped forward a few steps, and after gently pushing the secret door, a small black spiral staircase appeared in front of him, Zhao Mingcheng listened carefully again, the top floor of the staircase. I vaguely seem to hear someone talking, if it weren't for the recent occasional adventure, my physical condition has been greatly improved, and I can't hear this kind of small voice when I put it down.

Didn't you say that the Holy Smoke Pavilion was not open to the public? How can there be anyone else? If you heard it right. Among them, the person who was being beaten should be very young, much younger than the students in the youngest class of Tai Academy. Could it be that a teacher dragged disobedient students into this secret room to play online corporal punishment games?

From the top floor, the sound of her being kicked against a wall and the sound of the girl choking and crying for help could be heard. All this proves once again that it is definitely not an illusion.

Zhao Mingcheng listened directly. The heart of justice suddenly became furious, and he instantly stepped upward. I'd like to see who is playing this kind of rough beating game in the Holy Smoke Pavilion?

The further up the spiral staircase, the denser the concentration of talent qi in the air became, and Zhao Mingcheng felt that he had only gone up to the third floor, and he actually had difficulty breathing and his feet were weak.

Barely go up to another level, the talent on it is as strong as a person walking in the water to break the ice, and from time to time from the upstairs there will suddenly blow a gust of talent, a careless, is likely to be blown downstairs, the end is extremely difficult.

Listening to the occasional crying upstairs, it seems to come from around the twelfth floor, how do you go up?

Zhao Mingcheng originally wanted to summon the strange tripod he picked up to help, but this thing said that this was the secret place of the saint, and he would be discovered as soon as he appeared, so he directly played and disappeared in his body. Zhao Mingcheng reluctantly meditated on the spot, and then slowly introduced the talent qi in the air into his body, but this method purified the qi and had little effect......

Suddenly, another strange wind blew in the air, and almost blew Zhao Mingcheng, who was sitting on the stairs, down the stairs, but fortunately, Zhao Mingcheng quickly sacrificed the Wending he had practiced, and with the gravity of Wending itself, it was not blown away.

But the yin wind seemed to have spirituality, and seeing that it didn't blow away Zhao Mingcheng, it roared again and increased its intensity.

"Insist that the green mountains are not relaxed, and the roots are in the broken rocks. Thousands of blows are still strong, and the wind blows from east to west, north and south. ”

Zhao Mingcheng reluctantly sacrificed the war poem, conjured up a large cluster of bamboo and stone in front of him, opened up the space of the poetry domain, blocked the yin wind for himself, and held the Wending in his body, taking the opportunity to go up more than a dozen steps, and about one or two floors.

When the yin wind saw that there were bamboo and stone blocking the way, it instantly became furious, and when it whistled again, it had the appearance of a vortex, and after the vortex, skeletons appeared all over the ground, directly impacting the bamboo and stone poetry space that Zhao Mingcheng conjured of.

Damn, there is still a hidden underworld battle yin wind array in the Holy Smoke Pavilion? Don't you cheat people like this, okay?

At this time, Zhao Mingcheng wanted to beat Kong Sheng!

Fortunately, he thought of a war poem again, and he didn't know if it had any effect, so he sacrificed it and said:

"The wind in the North Sea is coming, and the Ming Jun is looking at the dragon pile. The silver skulls are all pawns of the Great Wall, and the sunset battlefield is flying to ashes. ”

When the sound fell, in the space of the main poetic domain, the rich talent in the air of the Holy Smoke Pavilion suddenly automatically stirred up, and with its own close to condensation, it directly slaughtered the slowly approaching Yin Wind Skeleton into ashes.

Yin Feng didn't seem to expect the person to be so difficult, and at this time he had already roared furiously, and a strong wind was blowing out of thin air, as if he was going to destroy the person in front of him in his own poetic space.

At this time, Zhao Mingcheng already knew that his poetry domain space was likely to break into an invisible and very domineering thing, and there was absolutely no way to retreat at the moment, as if he was locked by the other party with some secret method, and he could no longer take the initiative to quit, and he could only get out when all his talents in Wending were consumed.

But if you consume your talent because of this, Wen's heart will be damaged, and it is possible that Wending will be self-destructed.

I'm really unlucky to get home today!

Of course, it is useless to sigh and cry, Zhao Mingcheng once again sacrificed the stunt 'poem in the poem' that he learned from Li Qingzhao, and immediately recited: "In the scattered wind, the end of the world cannot be collected." The pressure pine has not yet been obtained, and the stone can be left temporarily. Pavilion Jing lingers, and the journey is long. To the north of Kongtong Mountain, I have long thought of jade into a hill. ”

This is a war poem of the snow, the poem is completed, and all the verses are illusionized into small snowflakes, falling all over the sky.

The originally invisible yin wind seemed to hate snowflakes very much, and tried hard to form a whirlpool to sweep it away, but the heavens were sure to count it, and one thing was one thing.

The flowing snowflakes seem to be passionate and persistent lovers, but they are expelled by the yin wind, playing and dancing.

Zhao Mingcheng instantly judged where this thing was hiding through the snowflakes, and immediately put Wending behind him and backed Wending, so that he didn't have to worry about being blown away by the yin wind, so he took out the carving knife again from his arms and quickly carved the seal seal:

"Xuanlu Yin Wind is strong, and the ice is in the jade pot!"

Yin Cheng didn't hesitate for a while, Zhao Mingcheng immediately sacrificed the battle seal, and the battle seal immediately smashed very spiritually~ quickly towards the place where the snowflakes were twisting badly.

But seeing that the battle seal conjured up the appearance of a jade pot, he directly used the cold power of the poem to seal the colorless and invisible thing in the war seal, and then, Zhao Mingcheng quickly received this battle seal into his Wending space.

The thing couldn't prevent being stunned by the power of the seal, and when it came to its senses and found itself in a strange space, it struggled with all its might again.

Zhao Mingcheng was taken aback, this thing was received into his Wending space, and he was still so violent, he wouldn't want to break his Wending, right?

At this time, when he wanted to throw it out again, the battle seal used for the seal was broken by it in a few rounds, and at this time, it was hitting Zhao Mingcheng's Wending space hard.

Where are the monsters so fierce?

Zhao Mingcheng was almost scared to pee, the strange ding he picked up didn't show up, numb, he was going to be played by it?

Wen Ding was desperately stirred and impacted by this monster, and everything in it was stirred, and the various merits that were originally like a rainbow hanging in Wen Ding were also stirred in an instant.

Since returning from the 'True World' in Buddhism, Zhao Mingcheng only discovered at this time that in Wen Dingzhong, the merit that he had come from the Wishing Temple actually carried Sanskrit sounds.

At this time, as soon as it was stirred, all kinds of talents automatically emitted various Sanskrit sounds, and then wrapped around the invisible monster like smoke.

Sanskrit Yin was born to restrain things that contained yin qi, and as soon as that thing was entangled by the same gas-like merit qi, it roared even more violently, but at this time, in Zhao Mingcheng's ears, he knew that this thing was a strong internal attack, and it was already a grasshopper after the autumn, and it couldn't be a long time.

Sure enough, it didn't take much time for the thing to stop struggling, and it was gradually infiltrated by the qi of merit and condensed into a large piece of jade-like stone, but no matter how Zhao Mingcheng looked at it, he didn't understand that there was any difference in this thing, this stone was a stone, the only difference was that it was transparent.

Solve this thing, Zhao Mingcheng no longer pays attention to it, and after leaving here, he will find the strange ding he picked up and ask him, anyway, he will not recognize this thing.

After this battle, Zhao Mingcheng felt that he had obviously mastered a lot of the battle in the poetry space, and sure enough, 'the sword was sharpened'. Of course, Zhao Mingcheng would rather have fewer opportunities for sharpening, because if he doesn't do it well, he will really die!

Continue to go up again, this time Zhao Mingcheng directly took Wen Ding in his hand, if this staircase, and then a monster ran out, he would definitely not say anything, and directly smash it with Wen Ding.

It's just that on the corridor, there is no longer a cry, although Zhao Mingcheng is sure that what he heard just now will definitely not be an illusion, but at this moment, he can't find confidence, he just doesn't know if the little girl is still alive?

Or, is everything a trick played by evil spirits? …… (To be continued.) )