"No!" Song Qingwen replied simply and directly.

The reason why he does not explain is because he understands very well that there is no point in explaining.

The more explanations fell on Mo Tingyuan's ears, the more empty he became.

Sometimes you don't have to explain to a stupid person because the other person doesn't necessarily understand. They don't explain to smart people because they don't necessarily believe and understand, they have their own opinions.

So to whom is the explanation addressed?

"That's good! We and the Blood Demon Palace are brothers' alliances, although they are not from the same sect, they are barely of the same origin, even if we can't help each other, we must not stab each other in the back, and ruin the harmony between the two sects. You should know that we are with the Blood Demon Palace, which is a brother sect that is connected with each other. Mo Tingyuan said in the style of a sect master.

Song Qingwen naturally claimed to be.

The two great devils of the Ten Demon Sect completed a wave of confrontation without the slightest bit of fireworks.

As for the victory or defeat, it is not at this time, not at this moment.

Ke Xiaoliang listened to the conversation between the two throughout the whole process, because he did not have enough information about reality and could not fully interpret their deep meaning.

"But it doesn't matter, I can use the 'Contemplation Trace' on them, this supernatural power is similar to his mental power, but when using it, if the realm is not at least two levels higher than the person being cast, it will be detected by the other party. If you are at the same level, you may fail, and if you are at the next level, you will not succeed at all. Speaking of which, in reality, although it is not a chicken rib, it may not be very powerful. ”

"Of course, it's the same as the word of the heart, but it can be called a divine skill in the Huzhong realm. Ke Xiaoliang thought to himself.

After all, in the Huzhong realm, Ke Xiaoliang's identity is the creator, the creator, and the way of heaven.

His realm was at least tens of thousands of layers higher than the creatures in the Huzhong realm, so much so that these small supernatural powers had instead become traceless powers.

Ke Xiaoliang first used the Guanxin Trace on Mo Tingyuan.

"Song Qingwen killed the Great Elder of the Demon Wind Palace, unstoppable is the trend of the times, I should push the boat with the flow and give personal favors. But... He probably didn't expect that five of his disciples had been secretly recruited by me, and his servant Jin Armor Corpse was also controlled by me, but in fact it was under my control. Looking at Song Qingwen's movements, he should not have obtained the blood of the ancient gods, and the blood of the ancient gods should have fallen into the hands of Gu Tailang, which is also what the Great Elder of the Demon Wind Hall has been planning. And the relationship between Gu Tailang and his master is somewhat mysterious, maybe he can use this level of relationship to amplify the hatred between Song Qingwen and the Great Elder of the Demon Wind Palace, and try to see if he can lead Gu Tailang to come forward. The Blood Demon Palace has already shown a trend of decline, but the rotten ship still has three catties of nails, so first encourage some people who are not willing to die to test more. If it really can't support the shelf, then the Blood Demon Palace's territory close to Cangzhou's 10,000 miles of territory, my Ten Demon Sect will accept it unceremoniously. ”

Ke Xiaoliang looked at Mo Tingyuan with disdain across the world.

This old boy looked decent, full of words for the sect, for peace, and for friendship, but he didn't expect that what he was thinking about in his stomach was these fancy intestines.

Ke Xiaoliang then went to see Song Qingwen with his contemplation of the heart.

"The fluid is continuous, which emphasizes that it does not contain voids that form interiors, for example, dissolved gas bubbles, and that it does not contain the aggregation of misty particles. Another necessary assumption is that all the fields involved are differentiable, e.g. pressure P, velocity v, density ρ, temperature Q, and so on. The equation is derived from the basic principles of conservation of mass, momentum, and energy. In this regard, it is sometimes necessary to consider a finite arbitrary volume, called a control volume, on which these principles are easily applied. This finite volume is denoted as ω, while its surface is denoted as ω. This control volume can be fixed in space or may move with the fluid. ”

Ke Xiaoliang's expression can be made into a moving picture at this moment.

Every word in this paragraph, Ke Xiaoliang understands it very well.

But put together... I don't understand it at all.

Although he created the world, it is the way of heaven and the creator, but no one stipulates that the creator must understand physics!

That's right... This passage is about physics, right?

Probably... ！

Ke Xiaoliang didn't know at all how Song Qingwen did it, on the surface he was intriguing with Mo Tingyuan, secretly thinking about scientific laws in his heart, and continuing to study some of his own ... It's not scientific... I don't cultivate immortals.

"I don't believe it! Ke Xiaoliang once again launched a contemplation of Song Qingwen.

Different answers, similar results.

Ke Xiaoliang still obtained a bunch of content and words that he couldn't understand.

"He did it on purpose!"

"He's been guarding against something, so he's deliberately laying a wall of his heart. ”

"He's hiding his true thoughts. Is it because of my habit of being a spy, or is it really suspicious of me?" Ke Xiaoliang could not know the answer.

But he also had a few more thoughts about the previous conversation between Mo Tingyuan and Song Qingwen.

Don't take it lightly.

Perhaps Mo Tingyuan's purpose is relatively clear.

But Song Qingwen's purpose... Unknown.

On the surface, he was competing with Mo Tingyuan, but in fact, he was not necessarily, and his words were not necessarily just for Mo Tingyuan.

"It's also possible... That's what I said. Ke Xiaoliang didn't find it scary, but found it more interesting.

He is no longer the fragile boy he used to be, even if he has a golden finger on his side, it is difficult to control his own destiny.

There are all kinds of calculations in this world, and there are too many smart people.

But there is still one force to break it, and violence to break ten thousand laws!

In Phoenix, in a lit bar.

The lonely singer holds the guitar and sings on stage.

The bleeding and wounded crowd in the audience, the fighting demon sealers, the ravaging monsters, and the collapsed walls all embellished the song even more comical.

I will carry my anger.

I will trample on the light.

In the darkness my minions, tear your heart and flesh apart.

Tear your bright red lips.

The last one gets you.

With a shrill scream, and the manic sound of a guitar, the singer stood up, then kicked a bottle flying and smashed it on the head of a monk who rushed to the stage.

"Hey, Leo, you should do something, like smash these bastards' heads, send them back, and wait a hundred days, then shove their heads into their asses!" said the barkeeper with the magic gun in his hand, holding his still bleeding shoulders and half of his lizard face, to the singer on stage.

Leo pulled out a revolver with a large barrel from under the cloak behind him.

Sound effects in the mouth.

Boom!

Along with the sound exploded, and the chest of the monk who was rushing towards him.

"Beautiful shooting, and... I've seen this, and with a good magic pistol, it's a killer. The bar owner said to Leo.

Leo turned around, jumped off the stage, picked up his guitar, and was about to walk out into the more chaotic street.

"Leo, you're going out?"

"Are you going to defend our city?"

"You're a hero. The barmaid, who was hiding under the table, asked with a wink at the tall Leo.

Leo didn't reply, "No! it's terrible, I'm leaving." This damn place is finally going to be ruined. ”