Qin Ziye secretly looked to the right, and just one glance made him shiver like winter snow.

What a cold woman she is.

The eyes are not shocked, but they are deep and keen, like the dust after being washed and dyed in the world, and like the indifference that everything is under control.

The skin is like condensed snow, the pale cheeks are as pale as paper, and there is almost no trace of blood on the face, and a touch of red between the lips is just right to render the delicate and delicate of the discolored into the arrogance of the red plum in the snow.

The long hair is simply tied behind his back and tied together with a blue headband, which has a free and unrestrained meaning.

The weak and boneless body knelt on the group, Qianqiansu held her hands in front of her, her demeanor was dignified, silent and solemn, and everyone's wind overflowed its surface.

is so beautiful and picturesque, among the women I have seen, only Zhou Yuyao can compare with one or two.

"Hey, are you stupid?" Wu Baijing's words made him withdraw his gaze, covering his slightly flushed cheeks, he would never admit that he was indeed a little distracted just now, and arbitrarily attributed it to mere curiosity.

Her name is Lin Xiaoyu. The position where the woman was sitting happened to be the Tuan Pu he had just seen, so he naturally knew her name.

"Lin Xiaoyu? Wow, brother! Fellow Daoists, I am the number one love saint in the mainland, and I haven't thought of the strategy of choosing a name, but you actually have a hand! Little brother admires! Admire! Out of respect for my predecessors, such a first-class beauty will be given to you. I feel like we have a lot in common and we can communicate and exchange well. This type of girl, I attribute it to the most difficult type to control, and the most cold, the hardest to communicate, the hardest to get hands on, the most ...... of all the types I have ever encountered."

Qin Ziye had never seen such a familiar person, he obviously put on a face that no one should enter, where did this Wu Baijing see that he was in the same way as him! Where is the same way? I am not the same person as a person with a peach blossom face like you!

"Wu Baijing—" Yuan Qi said in a long voice.

Looking at the young man in front of him who was still gushing about sharing "cheats", Qin Ziye had to interrupt.

"It's your turn, call you. ”

“...... The third way is ...... Forehead...... What are you talking about?" Wu Baijing was concentrating on making plans, and he obviously didn't react to the sudden turn.

No one responded halfway, Yuan Qi's plain face was a little ugly, and he frowned slightly:

"Wu-Bai-Jing ——"

Before Qin Ziye could answer, the erhu sound that sounded like a broken string sounded, which immediately caused a gasp. He felt that the noisy and noisy sound of striking iron in the blacksmith shop was like a wonderful fairy sound. If he didn't have to pay attention to whether his name would be the next person to report to work, he would definitely block his ears.

"—— here"

Wu Baijing finally realized what was happening, hurriedly threw away the fallacies of the so-called Love Saint Eighteen Style Secret Book, and staggered onto the stone platform.

The reckless appearance caused a wave of dissatisfaction.

"Sorry, I misheard the name. ”

Nonsense had a reason that only he believed in, and walked into the battle nervously.

The moment before the light covered him, Wu Baijing was still chanting words in his mouth.

Qin Ziye swore that he was sure that he had not misread Wu Baijing's mouth shape, and what he said clearly was:

Give me a beautiful sister too!

？？？

Regarding the word "also" at the front, Qin Ziye had to think about it more, and at the same time reconsider its purpose of approaching him.

The light of the formation dissipated, and naturally there would be no sister. However, Wu Baijing had an extra folding fan in his hand.

For a spirit master, the folding fan is really not an upper-class spiritual weapon, but for Wu Baijing, it is indeed the most suitable weapon for him. Qin Ziye suspected that Wu Baijing had no fantasies about any battle scenes at all, and must be thinking about how to talk to the girl.

Well, it is said that the girl who picks up the girl does need a folding fan with Peng Xian's temperament! This set of theories comes from Wu Baijing's eighteen styles. He Qin Ziye promised that he hadn't listened to it at all, no!

"Perfect!" Wu Baijing shook the white bone silk fan and walked down leisurely. Ostentatiously raised his eyebrows at Qin Ziye.

"Cut ......" Qin Ziye disdainfully.

"Qin Ziye ......"

It was finally his turn to be the last one, and as soon as he stepped on the stone platform, he felt countless pairs of eyes staring at him, looking, curious, and disdainful.

Qin Ziye clenched his fists tightly, and then entered the array glowing with white light. From a distance, seeing that Wu Baijing gave him a cheering gesture, Qin Ziye smiled and nodded.

It doesn't seem so nervous anymore.

The white light in the formation gradually lit up, enveloping him in it.

Qin Ziye saw a dazzling light in front of him, and simply closed his eyes. The spiritual power that overflowed from the formation rose from under his feet and slowly submerged him. It flows warmly on the surface of the body and is very comfortable.

When the overflowing spiritual power soaked into the right wrist, the mark of the Horcrux suddenly appeared, and a burning sensation came through the wrist, barely bearable.

The rich spiritual power was like a rushing river, and it suddenly rushed to the place where the Horcrux was.

Qin Ziye seemed to feel the excitement and pleasure of the Horcrux, absorbing a large amount of spiritual power like a whale. Most of the spiritual power entered the Horcruxes, and only about a quarter of the spiritual power entered their own bodies.

The little spiritual power left because of the battle just now was filled up in an instant. And it's still being filled.

He felt that his body could no longer hold so much spiritual power, and the surging spiritual power felt like it had been broken.

That's right, fantasize about fighting!

Qin Ziye struggled to control himself from thinking about the pain of the explosion, fantasizing that there was an ugly demon beast on the other side and he was going to be forced to fight!

Fantasy——! fantasy ——!——!

When Qin Ziye was almost unable to bear it, the spiritual power of the inner body was withdrawn by the dantian in the lower abdomen in an instant, and all the spiritual power was condensed in the dantian, rotating around the center, and the speed was much faster than before.

He felt that his whole body was full of vitality, and according to Wu Chen's words, it seemed that he had been promoted! But to what extent he had reached, he still did not know.

While thinking about it, the spiritual power that overflowed in the formation suddenly stopped, and the shrouded white light disappeared instantly.

Qin Ziye stood in the middle of the formation sluggishly, but his hands were empty.

Something seems to be missing!

He doesn't seem to have any spiritual weapons!

Qin Ziye looked at his hands, which were empty, and then turned around and looked around him, there was nothing!

looked at Nangong Xiu blankly: How could it be?

Nangong Xiu also looked confused, and several branch deans also looked at each other, not understanding what was happening.

"Click-"

There was a crisp sound, and the formation under his feet cracked a slender gap from the center. The awakening formation that still had a glimmer of light completely dimmed.

Without the support of the formation, there was darkness all around. The people in the temple were in a panic. Discussions, exclamations rang out.

"Silence!" suddenly a loud roar resounded throughout the hall. Countless bright flames suddenly emerged from the darkness, and the flames floated into the air, and dozens, dozens, and hundreds of flames were suspended, illuminating the entire Spirit Sacrifice Hall.

Nangong Xiu didn't know when he summoned his staff, a golden wooden scepter. He raised his staff aloft and flames shot out from the tip of his staff.

The noisy voice quieted down, and everyone looked at Nangong Xiu.

"Obviously, there was something wrong with the formation, and the ceremony was interrupted. ”