"What kind of identity is the head of Qin, don't dare..."

"This boss is informal, it's okay!"

"Forget it..."

"You're welcome..."

On the road leading to Zhongzhou, a man in gray smiled and a girl's eyebrows danced, and the two respected each other.

...

“... Little brat, don't toast and don't eat and drink!"

"Big white face! You look down on Ben's boss?"

"Still want to take an ass?!"

"Still want to gnaw on mud?!"

On the road leading to Zhongzhou, a gray-clothed man had blue tendons on his forehead, and a girl gritted her teeth, and the two faced each other.

People sometimes turn their faces faster than they turn a book.

"No, the spirit is only an hour and a half, sit with her, won't it blow up?"

Zhang Ye's mind flowed, and Qin Meng showed snow-white tiger teeth in front of him, clenching and clicking, obviously not letting him go.

"Damn!" "Damn!" Since Zhang Ye met Qin Meng, he has already exploded twice, "I can only take one step at a time, and the soldiers will cover the water and the earth, I don't believe that I am just a little kid... That's right!"

Zhang Ye suddenly remembered something: "Little brat, how old are you?"

"Woo!

Qin Meng pounced forward, wanting to bite Zhang Ye's hand, but was deftly dodged by Zhang Ye.

"Master... Dare to ask Fang Ling..."

"It's almost twelve!"

“...”

Zhang Ye was a little confused, he had always thought that Qin Meng was just looking like a child for some reason.

"That's not Tianshan Tong's grandmother! Twelve-year-old Soul Melting Realm?"

It's not a genius, it's a god, right?!

But that's not right, this thing is a twelve-year-old melting spirit! Shaking the entire Shengyuan Continent, that's the bare minimum, right?

"You're lying! If you're only twelve years old, how can you have such a cultivation?"

Faced with Zhang Ye's questioning, Qin Meng retorted: "This head is a genius!

Zhang Ye resisted the desire to do it: "If you tell me, I'll take a car with you." ”

"Deal, get in the car first!"

...

The convoy of the Burning Heaven Sect finally accelerated, and in a carriage decorated with purple yarn at the beginning, Qin Meng and Zhang Ye sat opposite each other.

"I see..."

Zhang Ye analyzed layer by layer, and from Qin Meng's dreamy explanation, he deleted a lot of boastful rhetoric and water, and figured out the truth.

Qin Meng was an orphan who was picked up by the previous head of the Burning Heaven Sect, and all her current cultivation was poured into it by the previous head of the Burning Heaven Sect before she died!

This kind of behavior, among people in the same realm, is likely to lead to rejection and death, and luck success will also leave serious sequelae.

And Qin Meng was only six years old at the time!

The life's work of the old monster is poured into the body of a six-year-old child, like filling a well with the vast sea!

There is no rejection at all, and it will explode and die!

In fact, although there was no explosion at that time, Qin Meng did become a corpse after this.

Next is the weirdest place, when people carried Qin Meng, who was bleeding from the seven orifices and out of breath, into the coffin, Qin Meng cheated the corpse.

At that time, someone saw the western sky, and several purple rays rose to the sky, illuminating that area as bright as day. Then, Qin Meng's corpse also burst out with a purple light, and then Qin Meng sat up from the coffin.

Such a vision shook the royal family at the time, but no one can explain it later, and it is long gone today.

"At that time, I knew that the head of this family must be the chosen one, and immediately spouted the truth and turned the few ordinary people who carried the coffin into a few ordinary people..."

Qin Meng was immersed in his own world and couldn't extricate himself, shaking his head.

Zhang Ye rubbed the aching cheeks of the ponytail fan that was thrown up, and said sarcastically: "Why don't you point to the sky and the earth, and shout 'I am the only one in heaven and the world'..."

Qin Meng's big eyes sparkled: "Oh, this is good, let's use it next time!"

...

An hour and a half, whether it is long or not, whether it is short or not, can not resist Qin Meng's vexatious Zhang Ye, while telling her a story, he also figured out a way.

"This product has a bad IQ, it should be done!"

Qin Meng pouted, if she hadn't been pressed on the head by Zhang Ye, she would have bitten it: "This master orders you! Tell me what martial arts the monkey learned in the end!"

"Honestly! or spanking!"

Qin Meng put his hands behind and sat down angrily, and Zhang Ye said slowly: "Let's say that Bodhi Ancestor Dao: I have two martial arts here, one has thirty-six techniques, and the other has seventy-two methods, what do you want?"

"Of course there are more!"

"Don't interject!" Zhang Ye paused, "It's not that more is better, these two martial arts, one is heaven-level, and the other is earth-level!"

"Ahh

Qin Meng had a strong sense of substitution and was a little lost.

"However, the monkey still chose the ground-level martial art "Seventy-two Changes", because if you learn this method, you can avoid the three calamities, and the monkey hopes to seek eternal life with this..."

"And then?"

"I want to know what happens next, and listen to the next breakdown!" Zhang Ye waved his hand: "Let me ask you first, do you want to see the next seventy-two changes?"

"Eh, isn't it a story?" Qin Meng, who was about to bite someone, was instantly aroused, "Could it be that "Seventy-Two Changes" really exists?"

"The story comes from life! Do you understand? "Seventy-two Changes" not only exists, but I am also fortunate to have learned a little bit of skin..."

"Oh-" Qin Meng exclaimed, "Hurry up and cast it." ”

Zhang Ye said: "This is no problem, but there is one thing I want to say first, the trick I am using now is called 'Divine Walk', after I cast it, I will disappear into the unknown realm, and it will take a while to come back." ”

"So to be on the safe side, I'll leave this spiritual artifact on my body, the Meteorite Iron Armor, here, and you must take care of it, understand?"

Qin Meng's head was raised: "Why should the head of this sect listen to your orders!"

"Do you want to hear the story..."

"The head of this family has always cared for his disciples, a trivial matter, you start!"

Zhang Ye held his breath and began to "practice", pulling his hands up on his face.

"Big white face, what are you rubbing?"

"Don't bother me, I'm using my martial arts!"

Qin Meng complained in a low voice: "This martial technique is really weird..."

Zhang Ye silently started the countdown while doing eye exercises.

"Twelve, eleven、... Four, three, two, one!"

Zhang Yeling's body was weak, disappeared out of thin air, and returned to his main body, and a piece of silver armor fell on his seat with a thud.

Qin Meng smacked his tongue and raised his eyebrows, calling it magical.

The little kid poked his head out and looked around inside and out, but saw no trace.

"I can't feel any breath, it's really gone?"

Qin Meng muttered, but Zhang Ye was disdainful: "I want to hide it, can you sense it with a little doll?"

However, Zhang Ye soon couldn't get up, and he suddenly found a very bad situation.

"Although the duration of the spirit body has been extended, the amount of spirit power consumed has also increased, and I need to gather the spirit again now, at least... Two days?"

Before Zhang Ye, the spirit body could last for three quarters of an hour, and it was usually possible to regather the spirit after resting for a few hours, but now it is different.

"Three hours will change two days?" Zhang Ye wanted to cry without tears, "I need more Fusang wood, or rather, the Holy Calling!"