According to the agreed date, Meng Qi came to Jiangdong Building again.

Duanmu Bei led him into the previous room, and then calmly boiled water and made tea, and Meng Qi was not impatient, sitting on the chair opposite, gently rubbing the armrest, looking extremely leisurely, and did not ask about the furnace in half a sentence.

The two are engaged in a patient contest, and it seems that whoever speaks first will lose his normal heart and become eager, falling behind in the waiting trade.

The water mist curled, the fragrance of tea spread, Duanmu Bei carried a small pot, slowly poured the green water liquid into the teacup in front of him, and with a smile, the teacup flew to Meng Qi: "The water is bamboo-colored green, the buds are like miniature leaves, and the drink is clear and calm." ”

Meng Qi's right hand stretched out, unremarkable, and the teacup fell into his palm without a ripple.

"Good tea! The entrance is bitter, the aftertaste is sweet, and it is really a gentleman in tea. Meng Qi blew a breath, implying true qi, hooking heaven and earth, to check the toxicity, and then took a sip, closed his eyes and tasted it, and only after a long time did he open his mouth to praise, still not mentioning the matter of the furnace.

Duanmu Bei sighed: "I thought that you had been trapped in Bomi for nearly twenty years, and you would become anxious to improve and break through, but you are really like an old monk for many years, with a Zen heart, peaceful and casual, and you are even more calm than the old man." ”

He couldn't bear it anymore and got to the point.

"Sowing dense is difficult and dangerous, and sometimes in order to achieve a harvest, it is often necessary to wait in place for a few days, or even months, and it is a lot of experience, and patience will not be bad. Meng Qi patted the armrest, his expression uncertain.

This is the tempering of patience and will when killing the wolf king, what does it have to do with the old monk?

Duanmu Bei suddenly said: "I see, the old man has never been to broadcast secrets, and listening to others to spread false rumors will inevitably be biased." ”

After a pause, he smiled and said, "As for the matter of the furnace, the old man has asked the owner, and she said that she wants a lot of things. It is troublesome to talk back and forth, but if you are really sincere, you can have a face-to-face interview. ”

He didn't talk about the furnace at all, he just passed the word, so even if he spoke first, he wouldn't really fall behind, how could he fall behind if he didn't have it?

It's really an old fox, just now he was just pretentious, testing Meng Qi's reality!

scolded a few times, but Meng Qi's expression remained unchanged. It still feels unfathomable:

"It's best if you can have a face-to-face interview. ”

This is exactly what he really wants, and things are more smooth than expected, and the reputation of the Poison Hand Demon Lord is quite useful!

Duanmu Bei was a little disappointed that Meng Qi did not show any fluctuations, and said: "Three days later, several Zuo Dao powerhouses will meet and trade at the Red Maple Mountain Fire Lake, and she will also go, and the old man will take you there." ”

Hongfeng Mountain is located in a county under Yingcheng, with beautiful scenery. Famous for its maple trees, when the autumn season is high, the forest is dyed and the lake is red. Like a fire, it is beautiful, attracting many tourists, but now it is still spring. It has not yet reached the season when it shows its beauty and enchantment, and it is inaccessible, and the birds are singing and the mountains are secluded. Just right for the Left Side.

"Good. The old god Meng Qi was there, and he agreed with his chin, so that Duanmu Bei Zaisheng couldn't figure out his deep feelings.

He didn't even care about the few left-handed powerhouses, and he was so confident in himself?

............

Burning lakeside, inside Ci'an Temple.

In a Buddhist hall, there are more than a dozen futons, most of them sit cross-legged, the head is a fat monk, there are fat ups and downs between breaths, like layers of waves, his eyes are kind, wrinkles are deep, his hands are staggered up and down, flat in front of him, the body surface is draped in a red robe, as if it is the abbot of Ci'an Temple "Anfa".

On the futon on his left, there sat a white-clothed showman, in his thirties, with a white face and beard, a handsome appearance, a breath like a deep ancient well, and his eyes were half-open and half-closed, which seemed to be able to capture the soul, so that most of the people present did not dare to look directly.

There is a middle-aged woman sitting on the futon on the right side of the abbot of Ci'an Temple, there are no wrinkles in the corners of her eyes, and she is more mature than the beauty of her youth.

The rest of the people are extraordinary, and Shen Yue, the "Shadow Gate", is also among them.

"You said that the poisonous hand went out of the broadcast and reappeared in the rivers and lakes?"

Shen Yue nodded respectfully: "Yes, the soul chasing seniors have the same magic eye, and the juniors dare not deceive." ”

This white-clothed Xiushi is none other than Mo Tiange, the Soul Chasing Demon King, and he showed a gloomy smile when he heard this: "Old friends for many years, meeting in Jiangzuo when the flowers bloom is really gratifying." ”

The other left-handed formers frowned, the poisonous hand demon lord actually reappeared in the rivers and lakes, not afraid of the pursuit and killing of the Luo Sect, the Heaven Destroying Gate and the Beggar Gang?

What is his strength now? Is he still the same strength that he was pointing directly at the black list?

"Spreading the secret is not a good place to cultivate, after twenty years of poisonous hands, there must be a gap between you and chasing souls, this is really self-inflicted. The abbot of Ci'an Temple sighed, "In the past, he was in the limelight, and he was about to cross the first layer of the ladder, and he was expected to be a grandmaster, whether it was the right path or our left path, no one would look sideways, even if the realm and strength were much higher than him, he should also consider his potential and value......"

He regarded himself as a left-handed demon in his speech, and was incompatible with the red robe and the kind and Zen spirit.

The middle-aged beautiful woman covered her mouth and smiled: "The person whose realm and strength are much higher than him, could it be that you are the senior who ordered the fox?"

Ci'an Temple is quite famous in Jiangdong, it is a famous temple, and the abbot is actually a person in the black list, "Six Extremes True Demon" Ling Hutao!

Ling Hu Tao smiled, didn't answer this conversation, and turned to look at Shen Yue and said, "You have met with the poisonous hand, have you ever seen his depth?"

All eyes looked at Shen Yue at the same time, waiting for his answer.

Shen Yue scolded a few times and said with a restrained expression: "The junior can't see the depth of the Poisonous Hand Demon Lord, and can only roughly judge from his posture, words, and retreats, I'm afraid that he is still wandering in the Three Heavens. ”

If you don't say that, how can you stir up a fight!

And so it was. The Soul Chaser Demon Lord sighed, "Brother Poison Hand used to be beautiful, and his words and deeds had the potential of a Demon Lord, and this seat has always admired him, but unfortunately he ...... now."

Before he finished speaking, he felt a lot of regret, it seemed that the current Poison Hand Demon Lord was no longer worthy of his comparison and attention, and he was not even interested in humiliating him.

In addition to Shen Yue, other left-path demons have bowed their heads, and for generations, those who have been hiding in the secret broadcasters have rarely been able to break through and re-emerge.

As soon as the Soul Chasing Demon Lord's words fell, Ling Hu Tao suddenly unfolded his eyebrows: "The master of Duanmu Mansion is here, ...... you"

Entrance to the meditation hall. Duanmu Bei, who had a smooth face and gray hair, appeared and walked in slowly, followed by a middle-aged man in a green robe, with frosty white temples and a soft hat, his temperament was elegant and vicissitudes, his eyes were not wavering, and the whole person was so deep and introverted that it seemed to disappear.

Linghu Tao just didn't sense him, and he didn't find it until he got close, so he said "huh"!

"Poisonous Hand ......" Soul Chaser Demon Lord's eyes opened. Glowing with a strange light, it points directly to the soul of the original god.

Poisonous Demon Lord?One by one, the powerhouses of the Left Dao looked back and looked carefully.

Meng Qi bowed slightly at the Soul Chasing Demon Lord and the Six Extremes True Demon, calm and relaxed, without the slightest sense of restraint and inferiority, and even more confident.

Duanmu Bei gave a brief introduction, and took Meng Qi to sit on the empty futon.

"It turned out to be Mr. Poisoner, I heard the name many years ago, and I only saw it today. Ling Hu Tao was surprised and said with a smile. But there were some waves in his heart, because he couldn't see through the depth of the Poison Hand Demon King.

All the powerhouses of the Left Dao had similar feelings, and they were quite shocked and surprised, and the Poisonous Hand Demon Lord did not seem to be limited by the broadcast secrets. It's even more beautiful than back then, and I'm afraid that the strength is also like this!

The Soul Chaser Demon Lord closed his eyes and said with a smile: "Poisonous hand, your demeanor is still the same, and my heart is very relieved." If I can't really suppress you, it's a shame in life. ”

There was no politeness in his words, and the enemy met. It's very red-eyed!

Meng Qi sat cross-legged on the futon, the ancient well was without waves, his eyes with hidden vicissitudes of life looked at the soul chaser, and chuckled: "I think you have made a lot ......of progress in the past twenty years, who knows."

He shook his head expressionlessly, and everyone could hear the meaning of his words.

He actually looked down on the Soul Chaser Demon Lord? Who gave him so much confidence! What is his strength? One after another, the powerhouses of the Left Dao came up with similar thoughts.

At this time, Duanmu Bei interjected and said, "This is Mrs. Baihua, the person who invited you to interview." ”

In the midst of everyone's confusion about what to talk about, Mrs. Baihua smiled slightly, patted her hands, and a woman walked over from the meditation room not far away, with skin like a baby, beautiful appearance, pure temperament, conservative dress, walking like a weak willow supporting the wind, and the style was moving.

She looked at a strong man on the left, her eyes showed a sense of fear and fear, like a fawn trembling, without the slightest charm, but this kind of appearance is extraordinarily arousing the deepest desires of the human heart, wanting to ravage, wanting to conquer, and this woman herself exudes a certain inexplicable "taste" of men and women attracting, the dress is conservative, undulating, and tearing.

For a moment, there was a lot of heavy breathing in the meditation hall, and even Ling Hutao, Soul Chasing Demon Monarch, and Duanmu Bei couldn't help but follow this figure and quietly swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Waiting for the woman to hide behind her, Mrs. Baihua looked at Meng Qi: "Mr. Poisoner is unmoved, and he doesn't seem to be very satisfied with the little girl?"

Meng Qi only glanced at the woman a few times before retracting her gaze, looking straight ahead, her gaze indifferent and waveless, which looked extremely special.

Hearing this, he said with a smile: "All aspects are very good, I am very satisfied, and it can come in handy." ”

Speaking of this, he looked around at Ling Hu Tao, the Soul Chasing Demon Lord, Duanmu Bei and others, and said in a magnetic voice: "Although the beauty is moving, but the things used, why do you lose your temper? Mr. Ling Hu is old, and he is still able to understand that he is enjoying himself, you have lost your ambition to chase souls?"

His words fell into the ears of all the left-handed demons, in addition to anger, there was also an inexplicable fear, this kind of beauty in the eyes of the poisonous hand demon lord is just "things used", ruthless xù fluctuations, really cool self!

In addition to himself, no matter how beautiful and attractive other things are, they are only "used" in his eyes?

Compared to the demons who chase after the desire to kill, this is the real demon!

The frost-white vicissitudes of sideburns, elegant and introverted temperament, all set off this feeling more and more!

Before Ling Hutao and the Soul Chaser Demon Lord could speak, Mrs. Baihua smiled and said, "Mr. Poison Hand is really extraordinary, but my daughter has always been precious, and she is used to shopping around, I don't know which one here has any intentions?"

The Soul Chaser Demon Lord immediately looked at Meng Qi, and new hatred and old hatred surged into his heart.

This is a forcible test of strength...... Meng Qi sighed, his expression remained unchanged, and he still sat deep and upright. (To be continued......)