The lower back bends lower, and the back is wet and large. Luo Qingquan controlled his emotions, but the trembling in his words could not be contained no matter what.

"Thank you, young master. ”

"Thank me for what? Why don't you hurry up and get it. The girl smiled like a flower, smiling was just a habit, and she didn't even look at Luo Qingquan. The beating just now was lifted like this, and it seemed that I didn't pay attention to it at all. Come to think of it, the Hate Mountain Sect is just a western branch of the Bamboo Union Gang, one of the fifteen sects under the Blue Wolf Sect, a small sect of the Nine Grades, where can it be placed in the hearts of the girls who are like the flesh in the hearts of the old men of the Bamboo Union Gang.

Luo Qingquan hunched his waist and slowly retreated with extreme humility, until ten steps later, he bowed deeply and turned to retreat.

Walking quickly to the side hall, the humble smile on Luo Qingquan's face had not yet receded, but it was a little more ruthless out of thin air, "That's called...... Where is that White Spirit Clan's mirage?"

A servant skillfully took down a scroll from the rows of wooden shelves, and handed it to Luo Qingquan with respectful hands. These little guys are all disciples who won the "Great Test of the Remnant Clan" in previous years, and after entering the Hate Mountain Sect, they don't even have the qualifications of outer disciples after making things difficult in every way, and those who know how to please Lu can have a job of miscellaneous labor, and the rest are sold to the ends of the world of the Soul Lan Continent with the clansmen.

This little servant Luo Qingquan remembered that he was one of the winners of a "Great Test of the Bereaved Clan" thirty years ago, and he had worked diligently for so many years, without complaints, and without the slightest idea of missing his own people, it seemed that it was already a great blessing to be able to die in the Hate Mountain Sect. After so many years, he came to the inner sanctum to manage the mirage. It's also quick to do things, and you can't even find it if you want to find trouble.

Luo Qingquan had nowhere to vent his anger because of fear, snorted coldly, turned around and walked out of the inner hall with a mirage. After a long time, the little guy slowly raised up, and there was no expression on his face that had been through vicissitudes, but the hatred in his eyes flashed.

Three steps back to the soft couch, Luo Qingquan did not dare to be careless, and opened the mirage himself.

The bizarre image appeared in front of the soft couch, which was the battle between Buli and Yang Cancan on the Tianci platform. The girl on the soft couch sat up, looking at the mirage with some concentration in her cute state, and her green onion-like fingers held a green fruit, staring in mid-air.

From the first moment, Yang Cancan pounced straight up, and the girl's eyes were firmly fixed on the mirage. Soon, as if there was something wrong with the angle of the mirage, the index and middle fingers were released, and the green fruit fell on the plate. The girl's green fingers quickly unleashed a soul spell and landed on the mirage.

The mirage that had been looking at the Tianci Platform coldly from a perspective was distorted and flickered, as if it had its own life as the soul technique fell, and began to transform, like a void eye, staring closely at the figure of Bu Li. Occasionally, it would fall on Da Hei, and Yang Cancan would disappear from the mirage.

"It seems to be a very pure ancient soul technique, but it's too bad. Strange, how can this be?" said the girl to herself, her eyes not moving away from the mirage.

Luo Qingquan was shocked in his heart, once the mirage was fixed by the soul technique, it would be difficult to change it. But the common sense cognition of the past was so easily erased and changed in the hands of the young master, looking at the young master like that, as if all this was taken for granted, there was nothing abnormal. No wonder the young master is known as a genius who is rare in a thousand years in the sect, and such a powerful spell is cast, and it is as if nothing happened.

After weighing his soul technique, Luo Qingquan found that even if he cultivated for a few more decades, he probably wouldn't be able to reach this level. People are more angry than people.

Slowly raised his head, took a step forward, and said flatteringly: "This kid is indeed very powerful, he defeated Yang Cancan without using the Pattern Carving Beast." ”

"It's more than amazing. The girl pointed her finger at the mirage, and the changing brilliance on the mirage came to an abrupt end, and said with great interest: "Look here, by the shadow of the bear, he sneakily took out the arrows, as if they were in his hands." Unexpectedly, there is no trace of an axe or chisel at all, and it is smooth like a picture scroll. You see, this lad is on his toes on a rock, and he kicks a piece of gravel as he retreats, and his opponent is bound to dodge the key point a little. Not to hurt the enemy, just to delay the opponent's pressing. ”

Here, after the longarrow was released, the longbow changed hands, and he didn't want to continue shooting arrows at all, but fought back to lure the enemy and took out the sharp knife. Huh, this knife ......" The girl seemed to see something, and was not sure, so she stood up and walked straight to the mirage. Luo Qingquan hurriedly got out of the way, stumbled in a panic, and accidentally knocked down a stone bench beside him. Luo Qingquan's heart suddenly rose to his throat, for fear of annoying this little ancestor. But seeing that the girl didn't pay attention to the movement on her side, she walked to the mirage, stretched out her hand, as if she could directly touch the sharp knife in Bu Li's hand, stroked it gently, and muttered in her mouth: "Why does it look so familiar?"

The entire inner sanctum was silent, except for the occasional hissing sound in the mirage spell, which gave the silent hall a little life.

After a long time, the girl slowly returned to the soft couch, with her hands on her cheeks, and asked, "Uncle Yu, do you say that there is really a previous life in this world?"

A middle-aged man beside the girl whispered, "Miss, the young man of this relict clan is indeed very strong, but unfortunately he has passed the best cultivation time. ”

The person who was called Uncle Yu by the girl did not answer the girl's question directly, but commented on the start and left. The girl's pink little hand dragged her cheeks, looking at the bizarre images in the mirage, and gradually became a little crazy. As if he hadn't heard the middle-aged man's words, he looked at the mirage intently, looking at the majestic man in the mirage, his eyes sparkling.

This little ancestor didn't speak, and the entire inner hall of the Hate Mountain Sect was silent, and no one dared to disturb her thinking. It wasn't until the short but fierce battle was over for a long time that the little girl took a long breath and said in a crisp voice: "This person, I want to go to the Divine Relic Mountain Range to take a look." ”

"Young master, don't do it!" Luo Qingquan listened to the little girl's words, and his brain buzzed, and he almost fainted. has already dangerously provoked Luo Killing, if this little ancestor suffers some bumps in the Divine Relic Mountain Range, he will not be chopped off, and his divine soul will be refined, and he will not be able to live forever?!

"What are you afraid of, you're not afraid that I won't be able to beat these little guys, right? The little girl said with a smile, the laughter was like a silver bell, and it was heard from afar, and her voice was around, "Don't worry, I'm just going in to see this young man called Buli." The old man said, if it is available, he will stay in the Hate Mountain Sect to practice, if it is not available, I will directly remove him in the Divine Relic Mountain Range. Time is running out, and there is no room for error. ”

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