The Poison King let go of Qi Mei's arm and snatched the scissors away, maintaining his slow and flat speech rate, making people drowsy and lacking the will to fight.
"There are only a handful of swordsmen in the Sword Intent realm. Even the head of the martial arts faction, not many can reach it. The Refining God Casting Society has invited many masters, but only four swordsmen have such attainments. Man. Right now, this is the fifth one I found with great difficulty, how can I let it go?"
"Even so, what does it have to do with me destroying her face?"
"Although she has been injured before, it is fortunate that she has cultivated well during this time. If you hurt her appearance, it is very likely to cause a reaction of corrupting the essence and blood, and her blood will not be able to join the army. If you insist on hurting her, you must find the first person. Five people pay for it."
The Poison King was a guest invited by Aples. Even Aples was treated with courtesy. Qi Mei has always been in awe of him, and since he was strictly stopped, he simply gave up.
Charm murmured.
"What kind of sword is Luojian Villa trying to forge? In addition to the blood of your heart, what kind of sword heart and sword gallbladder do you need, I have seen a lot of magic weapons. I have never heard of such an outrageous forging method. "
The Poison King glanced at her and sneered.
"What is truly qualified to be called a magical weapon is something that your little girl can imagine. The sword heart and sword gallbladder are essential things. The supreme weapon of Luojian Villa, one yin and one yang, complement each other. There are often people Thinking that these two swords are sharp treasures, and they are two magic weapons to be used separately, wouldn’t it be better? I don’t know that the two swords’ sword hearts and gallbladders are originally in pairs, and they are closely linked, and they can only be restored into a pair. Only then can it exert its great power. The art of casting soldiers used by Luojian Villa is not ordinary. It is a real masterpiece."
Shen Yi said in a heartbeat: This Wan Gu Poison King is widely known and widely known, and is by no means a simple person. Why did you come together with the ghosts? Even Luo Siming doesn't seem to understand the details of the Luo Family's Divine Refinement Casting Club. Why is he, an outsider, clear? There must be something that outsiders don't know...
Shen Yiren thought about it silently.
But I heard the Poison King say: "The deployment is complete."
"What are you with?"
"Soul Soul Pill." The Poison King stretched out his hand, and the jagged monster held a blue pill in his hand.
"This pill cooperates with your soulless evil art, which can increase the power of your soulless puppet. If you don't obey, your evil luck will cause her to die. This woman has a strong will, even if you practice it into a puppet. She must be obedient. With this pill, she cannot resist."
Qi Mei was overjoyed, took the pill, and stuffed it into the sleeping Shen Yi's mouth.
Mo Mei sneered: "Hmph, I want you to be my puppet, always obey me!"
Before he finished speaking, he felt an irresistible aura descend from the sky, filling the entire space.
Heaven and earth suddenly congealed, and everything was still, as if time had also stopped. Qi Mei and the Poison King were in the middle of it, and they couldn't detect the changes in the space, as if they were frozen and motionless.
The door was gently opened.
wow, the door is open...
Chapter 70 The Heavenly Fairy: The Cowherd and Weaver Girl Room (Part 2)
Ming Feizhen stepped on the street and landed silently. Everyone around was also silent, even motionless. For a moment earlier, the liveliness of this place seemed to be an unknown illusion, and it never happened at all.
Between heaven and earth, the wind blows, objects move, and people move, all still, like a landscape painting. Ming Feizhen seems to be the only living creature. Move freely between people and things.
He followed the fragrance to this place, but only reached the center of the street and stopped abruptly.
The unique smell drifted to this point, and it seemed that he finally taught people to discover and told him to block the source of the divergence.
Ming Fei really wrapped his arms around him, and in his eyes, he seemed to be able to see a faint pink smoke being pulled over. This is the only smell left on the street today, and all of it is absorbed by him and only a little bit. But the scope is not very broad. This smell was dispelled on the street, proving that the murderer of the kidnapping was going to enter the hiding place when he arrived here, and when he checked again, he found a slight aroma left, so he dispelled it.
Such a slight aroma has been a long way from the Luo Family Courtyard, and it has been lost a lot. He can also find it and drive it away with one palm, which is obviously very unusual.
Mingfei's eyes seemed to have flames, but his mind was unusually calm. When he came all the way, he couldn't stop using energy to absorb the aroma, and a lot of it accumulated in the palm of his hand.
When he rubbed the palm of his hand, the small, invisible, faint aroma melted into the palm of his hand, and merged with the original aroma and shrunk into a ball. The smoke, which was originally an invisible gas, has now become a red ball that can be discerned by the naked eye. Ming Feizhen threw the ball up slightly with his wrists, and suddenly the bottom of his hand was raised. The invisible spider silk thread in his sleeve created an extremely strong airflow, like a monster python, ferociously drilling out from the bottom of his sleeve. .
"Demon King Line Kill."
The silk thread was stabbed in the aroma-concentrated ball. The ball is small, but the true energy that can flow into the ball is thousands of times thinner than the spider silk. The red sphere seemed to be a human body pierced by thousands of sharp knives, and blood mist was scattered all over the body. The Demon King Line disintegrated the scent ball into thousands of pieces, and the smoke scattered into a circle and floated away, and it could slowly reach far away.
Ming Feizhen had a hood behind his trench coat, and he wore it expressionlessly.
At this moment, the surrounding space seems to finally have time to flow in, people continue to walk and talk, talking about the topics that have just stopped, the wind continues to blow, the sun is down, and everything is working as usual. No one noticed another person on the street lit by the winter sun. It seems that he has been here all the time, without compromising.
The fact that he could not be discovered by everyone was not because he used the 'Suo Fang ignorance' in the realm of supernatural powers, which made it impossible to identify him. But another terrible secret.
This kind of practice that seems to pass through the time gap, and only oneself stays in the time, making the surrounding things still, has already surpassed the scope of Qinggong. There are still three people in the world who can master the Spring Breeze Night Rain magic, but he is the only one who has learned this martial art.
That day, when there was a battle against the cliffs, he was intercepted by the white horse and led people to intercept the foot of the mountain. This martial art was used when he broke through the siege.
Since Ximen blew the lantern and died, he has not performed this skill for several years. It's all because to carry out this practice, there must be a murderous surge, and it can't be controlled.
After a lapse of five years, with his current cultivation, he could still maintain a killing intent after the blood red in his eyes subsided. The cultivation of the mind is also enough to maintain calm, and there is no need to kill people immediately to vent their anger.
Ming Fei really stayed silent, letting the aroma that was scattered by him drift away. This time, the aroma that was condensed and then smashed by him can be dispersed to a radius of five miles under his powerful operation. Ordinary people can't smell it at all. And the murderer who can disperse it with one palm will definitely be able to smell it.
Then he just needs to wait for the person whose True Qi is abnormal in his body because he smells this fragrance.
Ming Feizhen went to the door of the restaurant and sat down, like an old hunter waiting for his prey, listening to the actions of all aspects within a radius of five miles, analyzing them one by one, and never letting go.
Someone from behind scolded angrily: "Where is the beggar, sitting at the door of other people's door to block business."
The voice was familiar, and the man pulled Ming Fei really hard, but unexpectedly he fell out without being able to pull it. The two were exactly on the same face.
"It's you!"
Actually, he came to the Longfeng restaurant to test his Qian boss a few days ago. What kind of restaurant is this restaurant? A big sign - Chunyan does not return to the pavilion, is clearly written by Boss Qian's new opening.
That day, Boss Qian was yelled at by Mingfei's real anger, and he has not recovered from his anger when he returned home. Who knew that he would see him again in front of his store today. Boss Qian was naturally very annoyed: "You are making trouble again!"
Mingfei really didn't have time to mess around with him, so he said coldly, "Farewell."
Boss Qian looked at him like this, and he didn't look like a rich boy back then. I heard that Mr. Li has recently come to the Longfeng store. He is very pompous, and everyone listens to his words. But he didn't hear the name of Young Master Zhong very much. Could it be that he lost in the infighting and was kicked out? He smiled at the moment.
"Young man, you should suffer more. Since you have nowhere to go, you will come to me in the future. The master will reward you for being a turtle..."
Meeting Ming Feizhen's eyes, he suddenly felt a sudden shock in his heart, and he couldn't help but feel cold. This feeling only passed for a moment, and he was already apprehensive. Fortunately, Ming Fei really did not deliberately target it, otherwise his cold problem would not be cured for three days, and he would have to be seriously ill.
Boss Qian was deeply aware of evil, but he himself had a stubborn temper and did not believe in evil.
"I said, Mr. Zhong, that day at the Longfeng store, you and I competed with the routines in the brothel. My old man was not well prepared, and you took advantage of the land. The old man capsized the boat in the gutter, but it is not true that you are not as good as you. You have Don't have the guts to compare with me again?"
Ming Fei really didn't intend to mess with him, but this place was in the middle of the five-mile radius.
"Casual."
"good!"
Boss Qian thinks that you are homeless at the moment, and everything is in chaos, so I have to take a test that must be concentrated.
"We are all in the business of daughters, and we can't have a slight deviation in our ability to appreciate beautiful women. Why don't we compare our eyesight?"
Boss Qian gave three high-fives: "come here."
Chunyan did not return to the pavilion, Yingying and Yanyan filed out in a row, and suddenly ten young and young girls came. Although it was winter, they still didn't wear much. Boss Qian called them in a whisper for a while, and the girls ran back. After a while, everyone wrapped a white cloth and ran out with a smile.