Luo Qingyin raised his eyebrows thoughtfully: "Ten Ancient Clans? ”

"The Fengshen Clan is also one of the ten ancient clans, and there are several ...... in the Ten Ancient Clans' Trial Valley" The ink monkey scratched his buttocks, like a few family treasures, "Jimo Wuxin is the insect tribe; Guiguzi is a ghost clan, oh no, after the fall of the ghost clan, it was revitalized and renamed the ghost sect. ”

Luo Qingyin looked sideways and said: "Guiguzi was killed by me in one move, and the ten ancient clans are so level?" ”

"Stupid woman, as long as the people of the Ghost Sect are immortal, they will not die." The ink monkey looked at her with special contempt and sneered, "Guiguzi was simply sitting on the mountain watching the tiger fight that day. ”

Actually...... But she underestimated him!

The ink monkey continued to make matters worse for her: "The Insect Clan is even more ruthless, as long as there is still a piece of meat left, it can be resurrected." So, listen to the words of the master, don't have a grudge with the person surnamed Jimo. ”

Luo Qingyin stroked her forehead, should she be glad that she didn't have a grudge with Jimo?

However, she was most concerned about the Phoenix God Clan.

After all, it's related to her blood.

"What about the Phoenix God Clan? Is there anything special about the Phoenix God Clan? ”

The ink monkey scratched his head and thought about it, and was about to speak, when he caught a glimpse of her expectant face out of the corner of his eye, and suddenly he didn't want to say anything, and bared his teeth and said, "Master won't tell you." ”

Luo Qingyin: "......"

The ink monkey said with a straight face: "You know now that it is not necessarily beneficial, listen to the master, squeak." ”

Luo Qingyin was completely defeated by it.

Without going to the bottom of the issue of the Phoenix God Clan, she asked the last question in her heart: "What are the ten ancient clans?" ”

"Uh, idiot question...... It is probably the ten major forces of true immortals that appeared in ancient times, with profound heritage and inheritance, once the bloodline is returned to the ancestors, it means the emergence of a new true immortal. ”

Scratching his hairy face, the ink monkey said with a lack of interest, "It's spread like a god, and no one knows what the truth is now, squeak." ”

These things are still far away, and it is not too late to have time to study them slowly in the future.

Luo Qingyin nodded, closed his eyes again, and concentrated into a state of selfless cultivation.

The ink monkey didn't bother her either, either holding the spirit fruit to eat by herself, or wandering around the neighborhood looking for elixirs or treasures.

Something within a radius of three miles, as long as it can calculate the score, it will dig three feet into the ground and pick it out.

Three days later, it returned with a full load, and saw that Luo Qingyin did not meditate cross-legged as before, but lazily leaned against the stone wall to eat the spirit fruit, and immediately flattered: "Master ordered, we have at least 40,000 points!" Now the first place is only more than 4,000 points, squeak. ”

"No, I'm only two hundred now." Luo Qingyin's hand spit out slightly, and the core in his hand turned into powder and fell to the ground, "I don't plan to hand over the things in your stomach." ”

"Yes, these hard-earned treasures must not be cheap Xuanfeng Academy, squeak." The ink monkey subconsciously hugged his stomach, thought about it, showed a painful expression on his face, and said in a small voice, "If you really want to hand it over, you can barely contribute some worthless money." ”

"Rest assured." Luo Qingyin's lips hooked slightly, and she said calmly, "At the last moment, let's just go and rob others." ”

The ink monkey was immediately relieved.

The final exam is only halfway through, and the killing and treasure grabbing is already crazy to this extent, and in the last few days, you can imagine what kind of scene it is.

Now, there may be many people staring at her elixir.

But in the last few days, all the pills are fake, and the score is king.

Mao Dun Literature