This time, the immortal soldiers guarding the gate did not ask Wang Qiang's origin again, and they all unanimously asked Wang Qiang to enter the city gate. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoThis is the truth that money can make the devil grind, it doesn't matter who you are? Wang Qiang has the fairy herb elixir, for the immortals, everything else is not important, how to find a way to get the fairy herb elixir in Wang Qiang's hands is the most important thing. If Wang Qiang is turned away, doesn't it mean that the fairy herb magic medicine is turned away?

Wang Qiangcai rode his horse across the city gate tower and was intercepted by dozens of immortal-level soldiers who were not weak.

In this extraordinary period of the Holy Dragon Empire, now the guards of the gate also have to use immortal-level soldiers.

After several soldiers in golden helmets and armor and swords at their waists intercepted Wang Qiang, the soldiers led by them said: "Little doll, you have to cooperate with us to investigate your identity before letting you enter the city." ”

Without waiting for Wang Qiang to speak, the old man who immediately ran from outside the city gate was wet, still holding a purple-gold ginseng in his hand, and shouted: "My old man's good son, you bastards dare to investigate? Don't you want to live? Do you know who my old man is? My old man is your emperor's wife, grandmother, grandfather, that is, your wife, wife, and emperor." ”

As he spoke, the old man exuded a powerful divine momentum, and directly oppressed dozens of immortal-level soldiers to their knees, one by one in horror.

Lao Yimei ran to Wang Qiang's side, and while eating the purple-gold ginseng in his hand as a carrot, he looked at the purple-red lingzhi in Wang Qiang's right hand with bright eyes.

Wang Qiang looked at the crazy old man and said coldly: "Old thing, it's not feasible to pretend to be crazy and stupid in front of me." I now have the protection of the immortals of the Holy Dragon Empire, and if you dare to snatch my things, you will break the rules of the Holy Dragon Empire, and you will be the enemy of the entire Holy Dragon Empire. ”

After eating a huge ginseng plant in a few bites, Lao Yimei rubbed his hands, wiped his forehead, raised his foot and kicked a frightened immortal-level soldier next to him to the side, walked closer to Wang Qiang's side, shook his head and said: "Lao Tzu asked his son for food, it is justified! Even the code of the Holy Dragon Empire is also determined." I said you're my son, and it's okay if you don't admit it. Now in front of these grandsons, we will have a blood confession to prove that you are my own son. ”

As he spoke, the old man grabbed the void, grabbed a golden basin, and filled half a basin of clear water, and put it on the ground in front of him.

The old eyebrow took his right index finger and scratched the teeth in his mouth, cut the skin on his finger, and squeezed it vigorously on his right index finger with his left hand, and it took a while to squeeze out a small drop of dark red blood and drip into the basin.

Afraid that he had wasted the extra blood, he hurriedly put his right index finger in his mouth and sucked it a few times, until his right index finger could not see a trace of blood at all, and then he stopped sucking.

After doing these things, Lao Yimei stretched out his left hand and grabbed Wang Qiang's right hand holding Lingzhi; Lao Yimei's right arm took out a large kitchen knife from behind his back and slashed at the front of Wang Qiang's right hand with blood-colored gauze, almost cutting Wang Qiang's right hand artery pipe.

saw that after the big kitchen knife slashed through Wang Qiang's right wrist, bright red blood spurted out like a column of water, and directly put a large amount of blood from the wrist into the golden basin, and he didn't stop.

Only dozens of immortal-level soldiers were shocked, this crazy old man treated this so-called son so ruthlessly, this is also called his own son? If it was not his own son, wouldn't he have been directly chopped to death? Looking at the white handkerchief with blood tied to the vein and wrist of this so-called son's right hand, it seems that this kind of bloody recognition has not been done once.

Wang Qiang took out a woodcutter from the back basket with his left hand and slashed the old eyebrow, which frightened the old eyebrow so much that he let go of Wang Qiang's right hand and dodged to the side.

Wang Qiang threw away the woodcutter, stretched out his left hand to cover the blood-spraying pulse wrist in his right hand, quickly stopped the bleeding, and then used his left hand to grasp the purple-red lingzhi into fragmented energy, and integrated it into the right hand pulse wrist to replenish the lost energy of the right hand pulse wrist. With the treatment of the Ganoderma lucidum fairy herb, the wound on the wrist of the pulse healed quickly.

This right hand pulse wrist was forced to bleed once when he was treating the wounded mortals in Mountain Town, and the wound wrapped in the white handkerchief was long gone, but the blood-stained white handkerchief had not been removed. Now he was bloodied by Lao Yimei again, and used the Ganoderma lucidum fairy herb medicine to make treatment, although there was no need to wrap it in a white handkerchief, but, in order to show the authenticity of the injury, Wang Qiang still moved the white handkerchief that was stained with blood for the second time to the place where the wound was newly scratched.

This gives people the impression that the right wrist has been severely injured, and just by looking at the white handkerchief is about to be dyed into a red handkerchief, you know that the injury to the right wrist is serious.

After Wang Qiang treated the wound on his right hand and wrist, he looked at the situation in the golden basin and saw that the blood in the small half basin was his own, sinking to the bottom of the water, where could he still see the dark red blood bead of the old eyebrow?

The old man squatted on the edge of the golden basin, proudly wiped the eyebrows on his forehead, and said with a strange smile: "Good son, my old man's words are the truth." You see, we have confessed our blood and blood has fused together. This proves that we are father and son who are related by blood. ”

Wang Qiang said hatefully: "Old thing, you'd better pray not to fall into my hands, I will return to you a thousand times the humiliation you have inflicted on me." ”

The old man stood up, looked at the frightened dozens of kneeling immortal-level immortal soldiers, and asked, "You say, is it unsuccessful for my old man and his son to confess their relatives by dripping blood?"

Dozens of kneeling Heavenly Immortal-level Immortal Soldiers were now oppressed by the divine power of the old Yimei, who dared not follow the words of the old Yimei? All of them shouted in unison, hoarsely: "Success!"

The old man controlled by the Emperor of Time and Space succeeded in his treacherous plan, picked up the golden basin of blood to recognize his relatives, and drank the water and blood in the golden basin in one go.

Dozens of kneeling immortal-level immortal soldiers can only sympathize with Wang Qiang now, when they encounter such a god-god, or a god-god-old man with extremely strong ability, it is not easy to get out of his clutches.

Lao Yimei threw the golden basin, put away the divine power exerted on dozens of kneeling immortal-level immortal soldiers, and laughed: "My old man is called Lao Yimei, and my son is Xiao Yimei." From then on, no one could stop my old man from asking my son for food and drink. ”

"Good son, give me enough wine to drink your wine. ”

Wang Qiang was helpless, so he had to reach out and take out the wine gourd from the back basket and throw it to Lao Yimei, watching Lao Yimei open the lid of the wine gourd, and immediately drank the wine.

After a few sips of wine, the old man fell to the ground drunk and fell asleep.

Wang Qiang looked at the drunk old man's eyebrows, stretched out his left hand to grab the firewood knife thrown on the ground, put it back in the back basket, and said hatefully: "Old thing, you have been against me again and again, everything is your trouble for me." You'd better not tell me to break the net with you. ”

With that, he rode his horse to the official road in the north.

Dozens of kneeling immortal-level immortal soldiers were about to stand up, when they saw the sleeping old man open his eyes again, took a wine gourd and poured a few sips of wine, and said with a smile: "Good son, my old man has good wine, and I can't treat you badly, Lao Tzu sent you to play in the gentle township." ”

After that, he directly used his magical powers to envelop Wang Qiang.

Wang Qiangcai rode his horse and galloped for a distance of less than a mile, and suddenly felt that the space around his body was locked by an invisible supernatural power, and his whole body was wrapped in an invisible force and flew up, flying to the void in the north, directly crossing the space, and arriving in a golden palace, and then being directly swept into a hot spring pool inside the palace by the invisible force.

It doesn't matter if she is thrown into the hot spring pool, the key thing is that there is a beautiful girl soaking in this hot spring pool, and she is the most sacred saint of the Holy Dragon Empire who presides over the Holy Dragon Temple.

Wang Qiang thought of a countermeasure with his soul's powerful computing power, and found that in this case, there was no other way than to pretend to be dead. If you don't pretend to be dead, you will be caught and beaten to death. Offending the Holy Maiden of the Holy Dragon Empire's Holy Dragon Temple is an insult to the entire Holy Dragon Empire, an unforgivable capital crime, and an enemy of the entire Holy Dragon Empire.

At the moment when Wang Qiang was thrown into the hot spring pool, the blood and blood energy of his body contracted, causing his body to be emaciated into the appearance of skin and flesh, his breathing became like a gossamer, almost nothing, and his heartbeat was even slower to almost stop, and just like that, he pretended to be dead at the bottom of the hot spring pool.

When Wang Qiang was swept into the hot spring pool, the holy woman of the Holy Dragon Temple, who was bathing in the hot spring pool, flashed out of the hot spring pool, and quickly picked up the colorful fairy clothes on the hanger and wrapped them around her body.

Immediately afterwards, four maids flew in from outside the hall, and flew to the holy maiden of the Holy Dragon Temple together, and asked with concern: "Your Highness the Holy Maiden, what happened?"

Immediately afterwards, a powerful divine power shrouded in, it was the divine power issued by the guardian holy dragon in the Holy Dragon Temple, and at the same time, the guardian holy dragon conveyed an oracle to the holy woman of the Holy Dragon Temple with his mind: "This matter must not be made public, it must be handled properly." ”

The holy maiden of the Holy Dragon Temple received the oracle, quickly calmed down, and waved to the four maids: "All retreat." ”

The four maids, each holding their swords and clenching their fists, quickly withdrew from the palace.

After the holy maiden of the Holy Dragon Temple rearranged her appearance and dressed neatly, she stretched out her hand to grab the picture at the bottom of the hot spring pool, and grabbed Wang Qiang, who was drenched in water, out of the edge of the hot spring pool.

When Wang Qiang's appearance was seen clearly, a coarse linen dress was dyed by the juice of flowers and plants and turned into colorful clothes; a wattle medicine basket was carried on his body, exuding an unusually strong medicinal fragrance; his skinny face was dead gray, as if he was a dead man; because there was still a faint heartbeat, the breath of dying, showing that this person was still alive; in his right hand, he was holding a long-handled medicine hoe until death, as if he was fighting desperately with people to the end.