"And he always has a cold face, as if he owes him, eight hundred small cakes."

Whether someone owes him a small cake, Qinghui doesn't know.

Anyway, someone probably owes her 800 small cakes, and she estimated that with that expression, she would have to cut people.

The more Qinghui spoke, the more irritated he became.

Finally, he kicked the other person again.

Horse's.

"Can't you, learn like a little?"

Can't you be a little more dedicated???

Angry, irritable.

And you don't have to fight yet.

Qinghui said, still frowning his delicate little brow.

"That's not right...... Why, do I blame him for knowing him? ”

As soon as that guy came out just now, he felt that something was wrong at a glance, and after listening to two more words, he felt impatient.

It's not what he says, it's said in his voice, how you think it's wrong.

No matter, it must be Lord Spirit Sword who knows everything anyway, and this guy is too weak.

"You, who the hell are you?!"

The person who created the illusion was exposed to his identity as a person from the upper realm, and he was trampled under his feet like this, which was panicked and threatened.

Qinghui's train of thought was interrupted, and the force under his feet became a little heavier.

The white and soft little face was expressionless, and a pair of big eyes were decadent and lazy, unable to raise interest, but said in his mouth, "I am your ancestor." ”

"You...... Ahhh ”

I heard a crisp sound, what seemed to be the sound of the spirit bones breaking.

It's too unscrupulous.

Qinghui raised his foot and kicked her aside at will, and then approached again, bowing his head slightly, his voice was still soft and good, "Hum." ”

The spirit struggled to raise its eyes.

Seeing that Qinghui's face did not change at all, the spiritual power in her hand slowly condensed, and the powerful, and some familiar spiritual power made her eyes widen in horror, "Qinghui, Qinghui??!! ”

This is not the strongest sword in the upper realm...... Strength?

Qinghui completely ignored the fact that he was recognized.

Just tilted his head, stared at her, and said in a low voice, "If you want to be a hunter, do you have that ability?" ”

Just like you, isn't it a waste of Lord Spirit Sword's time to come out?

What a disappointment.

Qinghui's feet were used again, and the surrounding aura was as sharp as a sword, instantly cutting the surrounding illusion into pieces.

The spirit was hit hard, screaming miserably, seeing that even though Qinghui recognized that she was sent by the upper realm, he didn't play cards according to the routine at all, and he didn't mean to ask her what was going on in the lower realm, and he immediately panicked.

Especially since the other party is obviously the sword of the Immortal Venerable in the Nether, why doesn't he care about the other party's affairs at all?

I couldn't help but shout again and again.

"Lord Qinghui, can I tell you that I came to the Nether to do ...... to that adult"

Before he finished speaking, Qinghui's cold aura had already swept through all the surroundings, and the illusion disappeared completely, and there was a click on the top of the cave, and a turquoise bead that had broken into several petals fell to the ground.

The bewitching spirit that came out of the bead also screamed in an instant, and completely dissipated.

Qinghui raised his foot casually, kicked aside the fragment of the bead that was in the way, seemed to be dissatisfied and muttered in a low voice, turned his head to look inside, there were patches of Mengying grass inside, but under the Mengying grass were large pieces of corpses, and some of them seemed to have just died not long ago.

Obviously, the spirit of this illusion is hiding its hands here by taking advantage of the characteristics of Dream Grass.

Obviously, there is also a problem in the Sword Sect, otherwise this kind of task would not be deliberately released.

Qianjia watched it for a long time, and was silent for a long time: "Lord Qinghui, can we let people finish ......talking next time?"

Aren't you driving to death obsessive-compulsive disorder?