The bald old man also said, "Not bad." Then there is Brother Lao Hansha, please go out of the family. ”

The skeleton old man snorted coldly again, his face extremely reluctant. But after hesitating for a moment, he still stretched out his palm, only to see a transparent ball emitting a faint glow appear in his palm.

"Boy, why don't you get a drop of blood!"

The skeleton old man shouted.

Phew!

Qingji is so smart. Seeing this situation, he didn't say a word, and directly condensed into a knife. With a flick on the middle finger of his right hand, a drop of blood sizzled out.

Immediately afterwards, the blade shattered, and the complex turned into source qi again. Wrapped in that drop of blood, it slowly flew towards the skeleton old man.

These few actions are done in one go, as if flowing water, and there is no stagnation in the middle. The elders of the four major clans couldn't help but be stunned.

The elder with long eyebrows praised: "What a subtle source qi control. In terms of skillful means, in the realm of refining gods, I am afraid that no one can do better. A small family can produce such a teenager. Rare, rare. ”

After the skeleton old man was stunned for a moment, he couldn't help but have a hint of strange color flashing on his face. But then his expression became more and more cold.

With a gesture of his hand, the cloud of source qi flew towards the transparent ball in his palm. With a bang, the source qi burst, and the drop of blood wrapped in it was falling on top of the transparent orb.

Then there was a soft buzzing sound, and the glow on the ball flickered rapidly a few times, and then suddenly it was bright and prosperous, and emitted an extremely hot breath.

It was as if there was a flame burning within the orb.

"That's right, it's really my Qing clan!"

The old man with long eyebrows and the old man with bald heads glanced at each other and said in unison.

The bald old man then flipped his palm, and a boxy and red small tripod appeared in his palm.

He said: "Brother Hansha, this young man has been verified by the 'Blood Identification Dzi' in your hand, and there is no doubt that it is my Qing clan's bloodline.

Now let's check again whether this drop of his blood contains the Yanhuang True Fire that has been almost extinct in my Qing clan for more than a thousand years. ”

As he spoke, the bald old man shook the little ding in his palm slightly. The Ding trembled, and a large puddle of flames erupted from the Ding's mouth.

The incomparably hot qi wave spread, and the elders of the four major clans were as if nothing had happened. Xie Miaomiao, Wang Susu, and Zhenshanhou and others couldn't help but take a few steps back.

And the girl in palace clothes, the bead chain around her neck, had already emitted a shining streamer on its own, enveloping her.

As for the Qingji closest to Xiaoding, he didn't move at all. Not only that, but he also faintly exuded a fiery aura, echoing the golden flames in the small ding.

Qingji secretly screamed strange in his heart. At this moment, he only felt that there seemed to be a power in the depths of his body. It's just that this force is extremely weak. It seems to be asleep, and it is difficult to wake up immediately.

The skeleton old man sensed the aura emanating from Qing Ji's body, and his expression couldn't help but change greatly. The thin palm that grasped the bead trembled uncontrollably.

At that moment, the ball in his palm snapped and flew up on its own. Rushing towards the flame Xiaoding in the bald old man's palm.

The old man didn't have time to think, and with a shake of his arm, he wanted to get the orb back. The old man with long eyebrows beside him coughed lightly, and the whole person took a slight step forward.

With a snorting sound, the skeletal old man's eagle-clawed palm just touched the half-foot distance of the old man's side with long eyebrows. It's like encountering an invisible barrier, and it's hard to get in.

The skeleton old man's body was shaken and instantly came back to his senses. Only then did he realize his gaffe, and quickly withdrew his arm, but his expression was gloomy and hideous.

In this delay, the bead had already fallen into the small ding. Suddenly, it was engulfed in flames of red gold.

A moment later, there was an extremely desolate and distant whisper from within the small ding. At the same moment, a similar voice faintly sounded in the depths of Qingji's body.

Woo-la-la!

Qingji's source qi phantom swelled uncontrollably. In the shadows, the white sun, which represented the four heavens of Tianyang, was slightly emitting an extremely strange red-gold color.

"Yanhuang blood! It's really Yanhuang blood! ”

The old man with long eyebrows and the old man with a bald head both exclaimed.

At the same time, in the southwest of the imperial capital of Dayu, there is an endless magnificent mansion against the mountains.

In the magnificent and towering hall, a circle of golden seats spirals from low to high. The seven purple and gold seats at the highest point of the center are guarded more majestic and noble.

There are seven people sitting on the seven purple gold chairs at the moment, six men and one woman.

The woman had a beautiful and bright face, a slender body, and a cold beauty who looked about thirty or so.

And the six men, there are old men with squinting eyes, bearded and strong men, thin scholars holding bamboo scrolls, and middle-aged fat men with shrewd faces like shopkeepers.

There are field farmers with black faces, ragged cloth, and dirt stains hidden between the ten fingers,

There is also a green shirt, except for the occasional flickering of his eyes, which quietly passes a little deep and desolate, the whole person looks white and red, like a young man who is only fourteen or fifteen years old.

Although the six men and one woman were very different in appearance, they sat upright each other, but they all seemed to have merged into the void.

Even if you close your eyes, it is difficult to feel the presence of these seven people.

On the golden seats below the seven people, there were more than twenty people sitting on the staggered ground. There are men and women, old and young.

The aura fluctuations faintly emanating from these people caused the surrounding void to twist, and they were obviously extremely terrifying martial arts powerhouses.

It's just that they couldn't take their eyes off at the moment, staring closely at a huge light curtain in the center of the hall.

What was shown in the light curtain was suddenly the scene of the Qing family elders testing the bloodline for Qing Ji on the Void Battle Platform.

"Yanhuang blood!"

With the changes that occurred after the flame Xiao Ding in the light curtain swallowed the "Blood Appreciation Dzi", not only did all the powerhouses on the golden seat be shocked and lose their minds.

Even on the seven purple and gold chairs, there were several people whose expressions changed, revealing extremely surprised and complicated colors.

"Everyone, this young man named Qingji is really from my Qing clan, and he has really awakened the Yanhuang bloodline. But it couldn't be better.

Since the ancestral lineage of my Qing clan has not been severed, then Qing Hengtian, an evil animal, can also die immediately. ”

The beautiful woman on the purple gold chair stared at everything that was happening in the light curtain from afar, and her face showed a look of joy. But then his expression turned cold, and a touch of cold killing intent flashed in his starry eyes, and he said lightly.

"Elder Xuefeng, that little guy in Hengtian, I have to respect you on weekdays. Why are you so ruthless?

What's more, Qingji, this young man, behaved a little weird. You may wish to think about it, just a family member, how thin is the power of bloodline inheritance? According to common sense, how could it be possible to awaken the Yanhuang ancestral vein?

Moreover, the little bit of Yanhuang blood qi that Tai'a Shending tested from his blood just now was also very weak, far less than Hengtian's strong purity, which was only a little weird. ”

On the left side of the cold beauty, the thin old man who stared at him frowned and said.

(End of chapter)