In the blink of an eye, Qing Tong had been in this increasingly delicately decorated small cell for more than half a month. During this period, I have been studying the talisman formation that "trapped" me, and it is not boring. Of course, it's not that this talisman formation itself is complicated, Qing Tong is mainly studying how to not be discovered after changing its aura attributes and control.

Qing Tong was a little depressed: Let's say that this Wanjun Mountain doesn't pay attention to himself, this kind of talisman level is already extremely high in Dongcang, who advocates spiritual energy cultivation; Even the people who came in to make the room directly opened the talisman and swaggered to leave a way to escape. Why are you so confident? Just by the kid at the door who is napping and doesn't have any spiritual power?

On this day, eating the food of Wanjun Mountain in vain, Qingtong finally couldn't pretend to be high.

"Hey, hey, that kid at the door, come in for a meal?"

The stupid boy who was napping woke up suddenly, and when he looked up, he saw that it was the "guest" that the big boss said was calling himself. Pointing to his pockmarked nose, he asked tentatively, "Childe, are you calling me?"

Qing Tong wanted to laugh when he saw his stupid look, but he still pretended to be serious: "Is there anyone else here?" After speaking, he quietly took another piece of rice and slowly put it in his mouth, without squinting, with a superior demeanor.

"No, no," the pock-nosed boy shook his head repeatedly, "the big boss said that I can't go in without his orders, and I can't let you out." ”

Qingtong was really amused: "Don't let me go out?" hahaha, it's really not that I'm arrogant, if I didn't think that the food was okay for half a month, and it wasn't so boring, I would be able to go in and out of this Wanjun Mountain a few times." ”

But the next sentence on the tip of the little nose almost made Qing Tong flash his waist-

"But wasn't Childe easily taken down by the second master? It's not that powerful, is it......." said, the little nose scratched his head, a little embarrassed. But he didn't mean to stop at all, and it was straightforward to make people's hearts stop:

"And the big boss explained the task to me and sighed, in these years, people of this strength can still be drugged, and they have no defense at all, and they have lived for a long time. Although Yu Kunlun's psychedelic is faint when it enters the body, it is no different from ordinary ecstasy before entering the body, and with this kind of experience in the rivers and lakes, no matter how strong the spiritual power is, it can't live for a few days outside......"

Qingtong was completely petrified......

"And with the strength of the spiritual power that Childe can regret with the three masters, the midpoint of the drug has been unconscious for so long, to be honest, it actually feels quite embarrassing. After you become conscious, you can wake up in one night at most, and you slept for a day and a night, haha......"

"I'm not!" Qing Tong is also dumb and eats Coptis chinensis! Isn't that overestimating Yu Kunlun, and wants to pretend to be a little bit like it, and save his strength by the way!

Qingtong, who was full of black lines, slapped his chopsticks, and he didn't want to be angry here anymore: "Let's go!" On tiptoe, he got up and swept directly past his little nose. The method of the talisman is like nothing, and Qing Tong's speed is extremely fast, and he will disappear in the blink of an eye.

The pupils of the little nose shrank, he was shocked, the soles of his feet kicked, and he was panicked and rose into the air at a speed that was not slower than that of Qingtong!

"What are you kidding! This kind of spiritual power has such a speed!" Qing Tong was taken aback, but he was completely angered by this little nose!

The spiritual power has skyrocketed, and Qingtong's speed has increased by a notch. Qing Tong turned his head to look behind him, the little nose staggered, and after stabilizing his body, it was on par with his own speed!

I was about to increase my speed again, but when I thought about it, if I had to rely on my strong spiritual power to defeat this little nose, it would be a real humiliation of my identity. Qingtong slowly stopped, landed and stood still, and then there was a light breeze around him, and the little nose did not have the slightest intention of stopping.

Qing Tong quietly looked at the distant back, and couldn't help but sigh at the peerless talent of this young man—doesn't it mean that heroes are born in troubled times? The Dongcang Dynasty has already destroyed the Thousand Nights Dynasty, and the overall situation of the confrontation with Fu Jin has been decided, but what kind of geniuses and monsters have he seen along the way? Even, this little nose's talent may be better than that of Taro......

However, this big boss of Wanjun Mountain is also strange, let such a kid guard himself just to report the news as quickly as possible? Wouldn't it be good to just install a few secret sentinels to send out signal flares at any time?

"What's the matter?" Qing Tong relied on speed and spiritual power the most, and this time it was the first time in his life that he ate dirt behind others, and his mood was even worse. But it was obviously not the eldest husband's work to sprinkle his anger on a small child on Xiaobitou, so his spearhead pointed directly at the high position of Wanjunshan: "The old man in power in Wanjunshan should be coming over soon?

Outside his body, the invisible spiritual power surged, and Qing Tong's spiritual power was domineering, and he looked at the environment around him fiercely.

The sound of footsteps, finally sensed the footsteps, gentle, but absolutely calm. Qing Tong turned around, and a middle-aged man dressed in black was already standing not far behind him. Qing Tong's face was pale, and he was fierce for a while, and finally leaned over:

"I don't know senior, how long has it been here?"

The person who came was dressed in a black robe, his complexion was a healthy bronz, and his face had the domineering spirit of a superior person, but with a little handsomeness, it was the kind of majestic posture that was not a mortal at first glance. The only flaw is that there is a scar on the left side of his face, which is a light red word for "sin".

"It's always been there. The person who came was faint, still looking at the young man in front of him who didn't know the origin.

This is the master of Wanjun Mountain, although he already has some respect in his heart, Qingtong has no intention of apologizing for his complaint just now. His eyes were brightened!

"I don't know if the big boss can guide the juniors?" Although the time that the middle-aged man was behind him was enough to kill him Qing Tong ten times, Qing Tong stubbornly believed that in the battle of life and death, he could definitely feel the murderous aura behind him. Speaking of pointing, Qing Tong wants to win it back!

The big boss is obviously not a person with a small belly, and he has no habit of wasting his tongue. Stretching forward with one hand, his eyes were solemn, and his voice was like a Hong Zhong saying the word "please" - he could feel that the spiritual power of the young man in front of him was not weaker than him!

Qing Tong didn't say a word, he used all his spiritual power, and just pushed it horizontally with one palm. This palm seems to be coerced by the power of the mountains and the sea!

The big boss held his breath slightly, and also took this palm firmly.

The spiritual power disintegrated, the pond in the distance was slightly wrinkled, Qing Tong took three steps back, but the middle-aged man retreated ten steps, leaning on the railing of a small bridge in the garden to stand still.

Qing Tong took his palms and breathed, although his heart was surging, he had the meaning of raising his eyebrows, and nodded to the big boss in the distance, so happy. The big boss also nodded slightly by the bridge, but he didn't care, but turned to accumulate strength, and his black clothes were slightly wrinkled, and suddenly the tiger from the mountain came with a fist. Qing Tong only felt that his face was full of wind, and he couldn't breathe at all! Compared with this punch, the palm he just had just made was completely like a child's play, how could it be lethal!

There was no way to pretend to be a master anymore, Qing Tong hurriedly crossed his hands to block, and was directly repelled ten steps, his arms were numb, and a mouthful of blood was swallowed by him alive in his throat!

The fist wind covered his eyes, and his eyes were black, and it took a long time for Qing Tong to see the upright black shadow clearly-

Not a step back!

Qing Tong was dumbfounded!

No way! No way! Master clearly said that the depth of his spiritual power is definitely the best in the world! It is impossible for anyone to surpass me in this regard! How can this be, how can such a thing happen?

The middle-aged man saw that Qing Tong had eased up from that punch, and slowly spoke, and finally had a smile on his face: "In the lower Wanjun Mountain Liu Shanling, I have been offended a lot recently, I hope the son is not to blame." asked the little boy to guard the child, just to let his speed improve under pressure, not to insult the child. ”

Qing Tong is not a stubborn person, although the whole person is still in shock, and he doesn't know the true meaning of the punch just now, but he already feels that it is not a punch that relies entirely on spiritual power, and his mind is a little settled. After listening to Liu Shanling's words, Qing Tong also understood - that little boy's talent could not only be discovered by himself. At the speed at which they let the three masters eat ashes, it is indeed very suitable to be the whetstone of the young man. For a long time, the reason why I left a way so that I could run was probably because of this?

Hey, I'm a little angry! It's not that I refuse to be a whetstone, it's just that where does this great leader of the Ten Thousand Armies get the confidence that he must have the ability to catch himself back? If he has his own Luoyun Sword in his hand, hum!

Scribbled a salute, which was regarded as thanking Liu Shanling for the punch that woke him up, Qing Tong turned around and was about to go back to the house - he didn't have a sword in his hand, and he really couldn't beat this great master of Wanjun Mountain.

Liu Shanling came back to show his goodwill: "Childe doesn't have to go back to that house again, let's be a guest in Wanjun Mountain these days!"

"No, this garden is very beautiful, and I'm used to it!"

Leaving Liu Shanling dumbfounded-that young man, stepping on the talisman again?!