Qin Yu, who can't eat, is refining at this time. The 3,000-year-old sea blue flower that Hai Lao gave him has amazing medicinal effects! I thought to myself, maybe I misestimated its value, and if I really made a deal, two million spirit stones might not be enough.
Snapped-
The last touch of blue on the sea blue flower disappeared, and the withered flower shattered, turning into a piece of powder in the palm of your hand.
Qin Yu took away the powder, and before leaving the Sea Clan's capital, he could not leave any suspected flaws.
Just like this powder.
After silently counting the time, the night was coming again, Qin Yu thought about whether to take out the conker or continue to bathe under the little blue lamp all night.
The little blue light has a powerful promotion effect on Hailing beyond imagination!
This, Qin Yu knew before entering Hailing Pavilion.
If it is said that the acceleration of the little blue lamp to the ordinary spiritual plant is one, then the acceleration of the sea spirit is at least ten.
That's right, it's so powerful and unreasonable!
After hesitating again and again, Qin Yu decided to let the conkers continue to stay in the storage bag for one night. After all, that ruthless president Fan's Jingguanjin was a disciple of Master Wu Zetian. It's always good to be careful. Full of self-confidence, he finally got slapped in the face. Qin Yu didn't want this kind of bridge to happen to himself.
Turning his hands, he took out a soul-enhancing thing that Wu Da's steward ordered to buy from other big cities in the sea, and Qin Yu closed his eyes and refined it. One night, it's almost time to let the soul improve a little bit, and it can't be wasted like this.
But what he didn't know was that his decision would make our ruthless president, Jing Guanjin, persecuted, and what a tragic end.
One is full of confidence, laughing at the other party's self-control, while the one who is laughed at is closing his eyes and refining and trying to improve his soul.
If someone sees this scene, they will definitely not help laughing, because this is really a scene full of laughter.
But the next story is very sad:
When night falls, the coral follows the instinct of hundreds of millions of years, and a certain enzyme inside changes, so that the last touch of red turns into blue.
As a result, a foot of blue ocean quietly bloomed in the storage ring.
Therefore, what appeared in front of the top ten purple cards in the palace hall was that the sensing treasure representing the sea spirit in Qin Yu's hand began to run wild again.
That's right, such a strong and continuous energy infusion, in their opinion, can be described as berserk, and it is considered ironing.
Master Wu Zetian, who finally learned to behave well, this time, his performance was very calm, and he didn't speak cynicism and sarcasm.
Damn, who is the surname Ning, who is so difficult to deal with!
He widened his eyes and stared at the sensing treasure, which radiated light and gradually became stronger, and the speed... seemed to be faster than yesterday.
It just doesn't make sense!
I said earlier about the improvement of Hailing's energy, the difficulty increases with the increase of energy value, but what Master Wu Zetian didn't know is that this horse chestnut was adapted to the power of the little blue lamp yesterday, so it can absorb more today. Boost faster.
Suddenly, the Tremor Sensing Treasure suddenly stopped, and then in all the shocked eyes, the light suddenly converged and turned into a faint purple.
Breakthrough.
No preparation, no need to rush, just rampage like this, pushing Hailing to a higher quality all the way.
With such a style, the purple cards who looked at them grinned.
The junior is fierce!
Master Wu Zetian seemed to be choked on saliva, coughed violently, and used the sound of coughing and body tremors to cover up his actions at this time.
Inside the sleeve of the robe, the fingers quickly tapped the Lingbei.
Jingguanjin sat cross-legged, and even though he rested for a long time, his face was still pale. After all, what he took is not for his own use, and for him to drive the power of the heavenly spirit, he needs to consume a lot of demon power.
Suddenly, he suddenly opened his eyes, took out the Lingbei and stared at it, listening to the rapid tapping sound of "da da da", his face full of anger.
The first thought was, impossible!
He drives the power of the heavenly spirit to help Hailing improve its quality within two days. What is the surname of Ning, how can he do this
But it was still ringing, and the sound of beating was getting more and more urgent, but it clearly reminded him that this was the truth, and Wu Zetian couldn't eat too much to play with him.
He knocked the Lingbei hard, and Grandmaster Wu Zetian, who was far away from the palace, seemed to be able to clearly feel the anger of his disciple, so the sound of knocking stopped abruptly.
Taking a deep breath, he calmed down his thoughts, and put the Lingbei aside. Jing Guanjin's face returned to grimness again, and that arrogant attitude was indeed a perfect president fan.
Fight with me, you surnamed Ning is delusional!
boom-
The majestic demon power in the body circulates, driving the power of the heavenly spirit, which is silent in the dantian sea, to slowly overflow along the meridians, and inject the sea spirit through the fingertips. It can be clearly sensed that as the power of the heavenly spirit enters it, this sea spirit is cheering and growing stronger.
With every breath, the power is increasing!
An hour later, I felt a little dizzy in my head, and Jing Guanjin's other hand struck the Lingbei four times in a row.
Da-da-da-
This is asking, how is it now
Soon, Lingbei sounded.
Da da-
Twice.
It means... no.
Jing Guanjin narrowed his eyes, took a deep breath, and gritted his teeth to clear his mind from the dizziness.
The surname is Ning, it's really difficult to deal with, but even if you have all means, you will lose today!
The power of the heavenly spirit, continue to infuse me, continue to continue!
rumbling—
Demon power surges in the body.
Another hour.
Da-da-da-
Da da-
Not yet!
The third hour.
Jing Guanjin's face was pale, and his eyes were faintly red.
Fourth hour.
Jingguanjin was shaky, grabbed the workbench with both hands, and insisted desperately.
He is very clear that his father has many children, and the reason why he values him so much is because of today's events. If the goal is successfully achieved, then there is no doubt that he will receive all the attention and favor of his father, and he is destined to ascend to the top of the sky in the future.
But if it fails...
After preparing for so long, paying countless prices, and even bestowing the extremely precious power of the heavenly spirit on him, Jingguanjin did not dare to think about the consequences.
So he can only desperately!
Fifth hour.
Jingguanjin tapped the Lingbei with trembling fingers. His hair was disheveled and his eyes were bloodshot. His luxurious robes were soaked with sweat.
Master Wu Zetian responded quickly.
Da da-
no.
Da-da-da-
Boost.
Da-da-da-da-
This kid is stronger than you!
A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Jingguanjin slammed onto the workbench. When his forehead collided with the Lingbei, he had already passed out. Fortunately, he was immune to the stinging pain when his head broke, and then his whole body slid softly to the ground.
In the palace, the Lingbei in his hand almost jumped up, startling Grandmaster Wu Zetian, and hurriedly a violent cough came to cover it up, and his heart was calm.
Judging from the strength of hitting Lingbei, Jingguanjin should be in good condition now. Although it is behind for the time being, there is still a possibility of catching up.
Looking up, Master Wu Zetian frowned, representing the Jingguan Jin sensory treasure, and fell silent at this moment. His thoughts turned sharply, and he secretly rejoiced. Could it be that Jingguanjin still has some hidden cards in his hands
That's right, it must be like this, he stopped now, he is accumulating energy - zooming in!
As expected, the most beloved descendant of that big man is astoundingly powerful. If it wasn't for the encounter, the pervert with the surname Ning, Jingguanjin would have already won. Even without anyone sneaking an attack on the old Hailingdu, he can win the purple card position with his own strength.
Master Wu Zetian has a prudent attitude, waiting for his disciples to turn the tide at a critical moment and scare these old things out of their eyes. To the glances that come from time to time, there is no expression on his face, and he keeps sneering in his heart. Wait, you people, the game isn't over yet!
The two purple-brand sea spiritists who had made good friends with Wu Zetian and received a lot of benefits and authorized him to start the assessment could not help but be curious.
"Brother Wu, your disciple hasn't shot for a long time, is it okay?"
Wu Zetian's face was unpredictable, "Don't worry, Jingguan Jin is very good."
Still able to hit Lingbei so hard, even after such a distance, I can feel that firmness and strength, of course, the state is so good.
After a while.
"Brother Wu, it's still not moving."
"rest assured."
"Cough, brother Wu, it's almost dawn."
"rest assured."
"Brother Wu, the game is about to end."
"rest assured."
"Brother Wu, the game is over."
"fart!"
Master Wu Zetian jumped, "Yesterday started in the middle of the morning, there are at least two hours left in the game time, how can it end!"
Friendship is good, but everyone is a purple-brand sea spiritist, and they are all top-notch figures. Of course, their faces are not good-looking when they are scolded, and said indifferently: "Your Majesty's personal edict, that's it, let's compete again. Go down and die..."
The decree was sent just now, and Master Wu Zetian was so absorbed in it that he didn't notice it.
The rest of the purple cards looked at him with a strange look.
Grandmaster Wu Zetian shuddered, suddenly came back to his senses, and rushed out.
His Majesty said that people would die if the game continued, obviously referring to both sides of the game.
And Jingguanjin seems to have been silent for a long time...
Rushing out of the gate of the palace, rushing out of the palace, standing under the bell of unknown age, Master Wu Zetian looked distraught, watching his disciple, who was full of confidence just a moment ago, being carried from the altar on a stretcher. up and down.
Almost all of Jingguanjin's robes were soaked with blood. The dazzling red color seemed to have ignited all the grievances and anger in Master Wu Zetian's chest.
"Who is it! Who is the disciple who hurt the old man! In a big audience, in the finals of the competition, he actually dared to hurt someone, how audacious!"
The roaring master instantly attracted countless attention, and the sea clan spectators who had waited for two days in a dull manner were immediately provoked, one by one roaring in solidarity with the master, asking the competition committee to give an explanation.
The competition committee responded very quickly. As soon as Master Wu Zetian roared, several committee members appeared with embarrassed faces, and the leader was Guidra committee member. No way, everyone knows that he was born in the tortoise clan, and his tortoise armor is amazing for defense. Of course, at such a time, he will be able to protect himself if he is beaten.
Greeting all the female family members of the committee members, especially the righteous-looking Chairman Xu, Member Guidra shrank his head and said, "Master Wu, please be patient, we have found out that no one secretly attacked the disciple's injury. , but... he hit it himself."