Shui Han didn't persuade either, she understood the thoughts of the two spiritual friends, no matter how deep the feelings were, no life was important to a spiritual friend. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Three clear rays of light rose up into the air, followed by three spirit shadows.

"Shui Han, they are coming". Huiyu narrowed his eyes and glanced behind him with disdain.

"Ignore them, they don't have any backbone." Yang Ying scolded, her little teeth bit her lip, and her anger condensed on her face, and she could sense the fire without looking. She has always been angry, Shui Han actually knew that the three spirit warriors had the intention of killing her, and gave them the "Blood Spirit Bead", if it was her, she would have chewed his eight generations of ancestors a long time ago.

Shui Han was silent, and he hurried away. In fact, she felt the same pain in her heart, and this team was originally the best combination, pinning her countless hopes on her. It's just because of the "Five Elements Gong" that all the greed and gore are shown in front of him.

Without the appearance of the "Blood Spirit Bead", who could stand here now, and who could follow each other?

After walking along the river for a long time, the water cold stopped at an inconspicuous waterhole outside Wangtian City. After watching the shadow in the water for a while, he took out three book skins from the spirit bag and gave them to Yang Ying and Huiyu.

The two spirit girls were stunned, and along the way, Shui Han was silent. They can understand, but this kind of behavior of Shui Han is incomprehensible. Shui Han didn't say anything, and the two of them were embarrassed to ask, so they had to learn to paste the book skin on their faces.

Wow! There are three more little old ladies in the water, if this was in the past, Yang Ying and Huiyu would have screamed a long time ago. What is this thing that can change the face.

Shui Han turned around and walked into the towering and lush ancient forest by the lake, bent over, lowered his head, and pulled the weeds under the forest.

Smack, smack, plucked a few leaves.

Yang Ying and Huiyu looked at the herb, they didn't recognize it, for the two of them, they were illiterate to collect medicine, and when they were in the Holy Domain, they would follow what others picked, as for what was the use of this herb?

"Fruit of Life"! Yan picked a leaf, this herb has no other use, that is, the smell is fragrant, and it has the wonderful use of damage prevention and maintenance.

Then picked a few kinds of herb leaves, Yan Duan and Liao Yi both stopped, judging from these herbs, they are all used for beauty and hair care, it seems that Shui Han wants to prepare a medicine. Shaking her head, what is the use of women's things, so she had to follow silently.

The water was cold and dripping with dew, and I looked for several hours. After picking dozens of grass leaves, he returned to the lake, took out a crystal bead, and inhaled the sap made from the grass blades into the bead.

Yang Ying and Huiyu didn't know what Shui Han was doing? Shui Han didn't say anything, so the two had to follow.

I have learned some pharmacology, but I can't see any way. bumped into Liao Yi, and Liao Yi was just as confused. has been in contact with Shui Han for a long time, this woman is too mysterious, and there are many things that they can't think of.

Shui Han took the green crystal bead and shook it gently. Walk to the lake, puff the water, and purify your face.

A black hair like ink, like a black waterfall pouring down from the top of the head, stirring up a splash of water, soft, charming, elegant and simple natural charm.

The three spirits all straightened their eyes, and the spirit girl bathed in hair, it was not the first time to see it, but it had never been this time, it was so clear, so beautiful, and so heartbeating.

The beautiful hair was scattered, and the waves were sparkling with golden light. The snow-white neck is bare, and after the white and tender fragrant shoulders are soaked in water, the jade skin is smooth and silky, smooth like silk, and the water is rippling with charm and flesh.

He who speaks thirstily stretches his neck. Staring at the soft and boneless jade shoulders, you can see that in the long black hair under the dense cover, the beautiful peach cheeks are condensed with a little peach, the shame is like fire, the heart is intoxicated, and the beautiful eyes are lightly .......

I don't know who swallowed the loud spittle. It was loud, but at this time, no one cared, and the eyes of the three spirits were straight. The eyes are full of snow-white and delicate ice muscles carved in pink and jade, and there are other thoughts.

A puff of white smoke fell on the black hair glowing with blue light. The three priests craned their necks in shock, and their eyes jumped. A snowy, bright white hair appeared in his eyes.

Ahh

"Is that the case"?

"yes, you let the donkey kick in your brain, it should be."

"Is it"?

Yan Yan slapped his head violently, and forgot, only remembering the first few. There is only the shadow of the twisting ass in the back.

"That's the kind of"!

Yan Yan had long eyes, his face twitched, and he couldn't remember.

"Hey, what the are you looking at! I asked you what kind of grass you were." Wu Tian gave a pestle to the end.

"Going".

Shui Han and Yang Ying and Huiyu lightly wrapped their white hair and tied a knot behind them. Packed up his belongings and walked away.

The three spirits ran to the water's edge, grabbed the white mist condensed in the air, scooped up the water, and washed it twice. I can't wait, so I rush away.

Outside the city of Wangtian, the city guards glanced at the three white-haired old spirit girls and were startled. I haven't seen it, at this age, it has to be a spirit ancestor above Lingxuan.

Hurriedly knelt in the air. "I've seen the Spirit Ancestor, welcome to Wangtian City, this city is ......."

Huiyu waved his hand to stop the long words of praise behind Lingwei and escaped into the light gate. Several old spirit people rushed in, and they didn't even hand over the spirit stones. Lingwei stared at him, there was no way, all of them were "old-fashioned", and he still had the courage to ask for spirit stones.

The arrival of the three old spirit girls instantly set off a wave of shock in the small city, and the spirits from near and far surrounded curiously.

Shui Han wondered in his heart why Wangtian City attached so much importance to the Spirit Ancestor. Looking at the kneeling spirits, Shui Han regretted it. I originally wanted to dress up like this, just to avoid the attention of the spirits. Who knows, on the contrary, it is self-defeating, attracting more wait-and-see.

When he was stunned, several old men walked up the silent street, all with crane hair and childish faces, sword eyebrows flying obliquely, and sharp black eyes like eagles in the night, staring at the cold arrogance.

Seeing Shui Han and the others, he walked over quickly. "Welcome to the Heavenly City".

Seeing this scene, Shui Han's heart felt empty. I had to deal with it head-on, and I made a slight salute, which was a response.

Seeing that Shui Han was about to leave, the old man hurriedly introduced himself. "In the Lower Spirit Sect Lelang, please invite three spiritual friends to the house to talk."

Shui Han and the others stopped, not to stop, but to stop, Lingzong? Oh my God! This is the title of the anti-heaven, which is equivalent to the spirit refining realm spirit.

"Mohan". Shui Han arched his hand and reported a fake name. Just these two words, the nervousness that I said, I mustered up a lot of courage to say it with a beating heart.

"Welcome! Welcome! I have heard the name of the Lingyou for a long time. Please". Le Lang said politely, as for what Mo Han is, he doesn't know anything about it, let alone heard it for a long time.

An old spiritual priest turned his back, took out the crystal shaft and swiped it quickly, turned around and shook his head gently. Le Lang saw it in his eyes, and his face was still full of smiles.

"Thank you! I'll wait to get back from a foreign land, and I just want to rest in the city for a while, and then I'll leave without bothering."

"No, no, the one who comes is a guest, then there is a reason to come when you say you come, and you can leave when you say you." Le Lang smiled politely, and his words were so awkward to hear.

Shui Han chuckled in his heart, could he have been recognized. "Thank you!

Le Lang smiled and pointed to the "Smoke and Rain Pavilion" not far away. "Please".

Shui Han arched his hand, and took Yang Ying and Huiyu, whose legs were already weak, to the pavilion.

Le Lang and the other spirits frowned. When the spirits go to the city, they can only walk, and it is forbidden to escape. The three old spirit girls ignored the rules of the city and walked away. Youling Ancestor's face was gloomy, he glanced at Le Lang, and forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart.

Shui Han waited for the pavilion to enter, and Le Lang and the Spirit Ancestors also followed, and they didn't talk much, standing aside with their arms in their arms.

Inside the pavilion sat an old spiritual priest with a mustache, his dark brown eyes sunk into his sockets, and his long gray hair scattered over his shoulders.

Raising his head slightly, his deep-set eyes saw Le Lang and the other Spirit Ancestors, and hurriedly stood up.

Le Lang shook his head and pouted, and his body poked at the edge of the pavilion pillar.

The spirit in the pavilion seemed to sense that the atmosphere was wrong, and slowly moved to the sides, vacating the wide pavilion passage.

Shui Han gritted his steel teeth secretly, and walked lightly to the pavilion stone table, the stakes of the soft legs, and he couldn't eat the strength when he stepped on the ground.

The pavilion owner looked at Shui Han with thin eyebrows, and the tips of his eyebrows were slightly raised.

Shui Han walked to the stone table and sat gently on the bamboo mat. "Pavilion Master, how many spirit stones are there in the mixed source essence blood."

The pavilion owner really wants to buckle his ears, this old lady's voice is so delicate. The sharp and bright eyes swept over Shui Han's face, and he scolded in his heart: "How to practice, it's hard to hang your throat every day."

"Do spiritual friends buy or sell"?

"What to buy, what to sell"

The pavilion owner is happy. "This pavilion is not secretive, it collects a hundred and sells two hundred."

I don't know how many spirits in the pavilion are scolding in their hearts.

"How many are in the kiosk"?

"This, mixed source essence blood, has no price. If you want to make a reservation, you can pay 100 spirit stones first."

What a ruthless thing!" Shui Han scolded in his heart.

"That is the case, I want to sell spiritual objects in the pavilion."

The pavilion owner's mustache was cocked. "Of course, you can, according to the market price of the second layer of commission."

"Don't say it yet, how much to mention, this thing, please set a price for the pavilion owner." Shui Han took out the "Blood Spirit Bead" and put it on the stone table.

The "Blood Spirit Bead" burst into a pearlescent light, and circles of golden light emanated from the bead's body.

"Is this ......?" The eyes of the spirit man in the pavilion were shocked, and a golden halo danced in his eyes.

Lelang, who leaned on the pavilion pillar and smiled fiercely, walked to the stone table in three steps and two steps, and stretched out his head to stare at the "Blood Spirit Bead".

The pavilion master's dark brown eyes focused on light, forgetting about Le Lang, and his mustache was shaking. Looking at the beads, and then at the water cold, his eyes were sucked back again.

"What's the name of this pearl?" Le Lang asked in a trembling voice. This pearlescent halo, Le Lang is too familiar, and I think I had to ...... it for it back then. This is the pain in his heart, he doesn't want to say it, he doesn't want to think about it.

"'Blood Spirit Bead', containing golden essence blood." Shui Han looked at the stupid Le Lang and other spirit ancestors, this sister hasn't taken out the alien blood spirit bead yet, it can scare you to death.

"He Ling's Essence Blood". Le Lang asked in a low voice.

"Terran? impossible...... It's the essence of the alien race." Shui Han deliberately teased, startling the head of the spirit in the pavilion. Seriously, no one dares to openly sell the blood of the human race in the clan. It was the posture of being beaten by the group, and when he heard the latter sentence, the spirits breathed a sigh of relief.