Ji Yujie's bystanders unintentionally watched as Han Qian's hand rested on the crystal test stone.

Hu Xuecheng also hopes that his vision will not go wrong, and Han Qian is a girl who will not lie.

A blue gauze is vertical and has bright lines. The crystal test stone under his hand made a small beeping sound, but the color was still half-covering his face with a lute and refused to come out.

On this matter, everyone agrees and waits patiently.

******

Good things are grinding, and the crystal test stone is like an old man who reacts slowly. Little by little, it emits a gray light, and when the gray light intensifies, it finally becomes an obsidian-like color.

"Interesting~" Ji Yujie smiled lightly.

Hu Xuecheng felt that it was an incredible surprise, and when he came back from a trip down the mountain, the shallow spiritual root was transformed into a high-grade spiritual root. 8… It's really amazing to the Creator.

Zhang Junfeng and the other two brothers opened their mouths wide enough to stuff a mountain tongzi.

Ji Mo was amazed, but not optimistic. In Condor City, all immortal cultivators keep in mind an absolute taboo, sucking up all the blood of a high-level spiritual root person, there is also a chance to change the spiritual root.

This is why the occasional few high-level spirit root soul locking slaves who cannot be taken away are locked up in solitary confinement and ready to be used for research.

At this moment, Ji Mo was skeptical that Han Qian was desperate and consciously cornered, so he had already embarked on this road of no return.

"Yu Hanqian, go back to your disciple's room and wait for news." Ji Mo can't make an idea alone in this matter, and he needs to gather nine immortal masters to discuss this matter.

"Zhang Junfeng, take a good look at people!" Ji Mowei: You are asking.

Returning to the disciple's room, Han Qian's heart was full of indescribable complicated feelings. She took a deep breath and opened the window, maybe it was the rain of yesterday, and the osmanthus flowers in Xiange Mountain were not fragrant.

Gui Lu is gradually losing, and soon, Ling Shuang is coming...

Zhang Junfeng sent people to guard it tightly, but he was also kind. Before the matter was clarified, he just asked his senior brother to watch strictly from a distant place, and not put too much pressure on Yu Hanqian, who was already a lot of titles now.

Han Qian sat down at the table, the 'Immortal Pavilion' had already spread the word, she was a grinding mirror. Now, I'm afraid that whether her bloodline is still pure or not will also be rumored. The previous one is nothing more than being laughed at for being a * change. But the latter one, if it is an established fact, she still can't escape death.

If it weren't for Muxia's order, Han Qian would have had such an adventurous idea. When people are exhausted, how dare they not risk the condemnation of the world.

It's just that she's not. Now, it is possible that this will be the case.

This was a question she hadn't thought of before she went down the mountain, and it was indeed a bit of a mistake. He sighed heavily. I remembered the sentence "Life has always been so bitter?" Or was it only so bitter when I was a child? ”

And she, now is more than bitter. It's just 'living to die'

When she returned to the 'Fairy Pavilion', she still remembered bringing the peachwood sword that Blue Butterfly had given her. She touched the peachwood sword in her hand, and she didn't know if Blue Butterfly was alive or dead.

A drop of water fell from the door, transforming into a human form in mid-air.

Muxia looked at Han Qian with a pair of mournful eyes, and clenched her small hands and fists. "Yu Han shallow~"

Han Qian came back to his senses in the mood of life and death, looked at a pair of angry eyes in front of him, and could see that the owner of the eyes was trying to suppress his emotions. "What's wrong?"

"You know she's going to die?" Mucha was succinct in his words.

"Who?"

"Blue Butterfly." Mucha gritted her teeth when she said the words Blue Butterfly. It's not a name, it's not a code name. It's a fresh life.

When Mucha returned to the Immortal Pavilion, he wandered around for a while, and then he was shocked to hear such heart-wrenching news.

Han's eyes also dimmed suddenly, and just now I was still thinking about whether the blue butterfly was alive or dead. Now, someone has come to tell her. Unexpectedly, I heard it with my own ears, and I was still a little sad.

"I'm asking you." Mucha's tone was as cold as an adult's.

Han Asa stood up, "Yes, I know. Her eyes met Mucha's. The tip of the needle is on the wheat mang.

"You've let me down so much." Mucha said sadly. He didn't expect that Han Qianming knew that Blue Butterfly would die, but he watched her die without finding a way to save her. It's so indifferent, so indifferent that it's frightening.

"Really? In the future, there may be many more things that I will disappoint you. Han Qian said coldly. She never had hope for anyone, and she never said the word disappointment to others.

The cold words stabbed Mucha deeply, and he bit his lip. The sorrowful indignation turned into a drop of water, flew to the window and stuck to it, stubborn, refusing to return to the cold body.

Han Qian lowered his head and stroked the peachwood sword placed on his knee. In my heart, I said, "Blue Butterfly, cherish all the way." ”

The midday sun sprinkled the earth warmly.

Li Shuge had been sleepy since he returned to the Immortal Pavilion because he had eaten some demon beast meat in the Golden Buddha Valley in the morning. Ready to rest, the door opened. The streamer stood at the door, refusing to enter the house.

Li Shuge looked at the streamer's dark face and knew that something bad must have happened. However, it has always been a good thing for a streamer to find himself. She walked to the door.

George Streamer still didn't speak, turned around and walked to the fairy lawn outside. It is said that the partition wall has ears, and she likes to talk in the house the most.

"What's the matter?" Li Shuge asked directly.

"She's back." Streamer's face showed a look of jealousy.

"You mean... Shallow and depressed? ”

"Could it be that it's still the happy dead blue butterfly?" George said with a smile.

"What good news did she bring back?" Li Shuge guessed that it was impossible for Yu Hanqian to come back for no reason. There's got to be something special. Only the outstanding points will make the streamer so urgent.

"Top-grade high-grade spiritual root, 8...."The streamer said the word '8' heavily.

Li Shuge's face immediately changed color, as if the wind was blowing a dark cloud from somewhere. Blindfolded on her face that always seemed to be shy. This is good enough news indeed. In this way, it is true that the first-level spiritual root of the Immortal Pavilion, which originally belonged to the Immortal Pavilion Streamer, once again fell short.

It's no wonder that George Streamer hates Yu Han so much.

"I'm afraid you don't know the news from Deacon Zhang Junfeng's subordinates. It's actually Ji Yujie, a slut who is making a stumbling block from it~" George Streamer gritted his teeth and said.

"Could it be... Test mistakes before testing stones? Li Shuge asked. This kind of thing has happened once before, and it didn't happen to Yu Hanqian alone. She didn't think that Ji Yujie could help much, it couldn't be Ji Yujie who made the cold spiritual root become 8.

The streamer is not interested in knowing the origin of this matter. "You find someone to kill a soul locker who is locked up under the Immortal Song Mountain." She just wants to sit down on the matter of Han Qian sucking the blood of the Blood Soul Slave.

She wants her to go to hell forever without turning over.

Li Shuge smiled, "It's not difficult, it's just a soul slave..."