After the rebirth, the concubine of the blackened world broke her waist

Bai Liruo was not in a hurry, with a calm demeanor, and even played with the little colorful sparrow in the cage with her fingertips.

Xiao Qihan said nothing, but glanced at Murong Qinghai.

Bai Liruo's lips raised slightly, "If he doesn't accept you as his disciple, I will kill him."

He was going to die anyway, she was just giving him one more ride.

Her words were obviously meant for Xiao Qihan.

Xiao Qihan responded gently, "Okay."

Although he is not interested in whether this person accepts him as his apprentice or not.

But he likes Bai Liruo's current appearance very much.

The arrogance made him happy.

He also liked the way she spoke for him.

Murong Qinghai looked at the young couple in front of him in silence.

He didn't know why, but he always felt that he had offended a couple he shouldn't have.

Although these two people are young, they are both abnormal and ruthless characters.

Although it made him feel a little strange, he also felt a little more curious and interested in the young couple.

At this moment, Murong Qinghai flew down from the eaves.

Yan Qing and the others immediately went on alert.

But Murong Qinghai just released a powerful force that made it difficult for their bodies to move.

Xiao Qi stared at him with cold eyes.

Murong Qinghai looked him over, his eyes lingering on his limbs and bones for a moment.

Soon the look in his eyes turned into surprise.

Bai Liruo just sat there and watched quietly.

As the saying goes, a skinny camel is bigger than a horse.

Although this old guy is dying, he is still a great master.

You know, there are only a handful of great masters in the entire continent.

And there is almost no younger generation.

Those who can reach the level of a great master are basically half dead.

Since you can catch a great master, you must make the best use of it.

Since she was able to become a great master in her previous life, she has no shortage of martial arts skills and cultivation methods.

It's just that it's too late for my body to practice martial arts. No matter how hard I practice, it will be difficult to achieve the martial arts I practiced since childhood by practicing martial arts again.

She can only cultivate her inner strength.

And she only needs internal strength.

Instead, she wanted to see what Xiao Qihan would become if he got the guidance of the Grand Master.

"Boy, you actually have such good bones..." Murong Qinghai said in surprise, with a look of surprise and shock.

He hadn't looked carefully before, but now that he looked carefully, he realized that this boy had such good bones!

This is excellent martial arts practice material!

Even if you start practicing from now on, you will still have the strength to stand on the top of the continent!

Only then did he realize that in terms of physical fitness, that girl was really not as good as this boy.

Bai Liruo was not surprised as she watched Murong Qinghai look at Xiao Qihan.

"Okay, okay! Boy, you will be my disciple from now on! I also have a successor!"

Murong Qinghai laughed loudly, as if he had completely forgotten that his life was still in Bai Liruo's hands, and he also forgot about the threat he had just encountered.

Xiao Qihan glanced at Murong Qinghai lightly, and then his eyes fell on Bai Liruo's face.

Bai Liruo also looked at him, the corners of her lips slightly curved.

Why do you like looking at her so much?

Another day, she wanted to ask.

Therefore, Murong Qinghai, a great master, became Xiao Qihan's master with great satisfaction under Bai Liruo's threat.

He will temporarily live in the palace, teaching Xiao Qi Hanwu and also treating Bai Liruo's illness.

But he was a restless person. Although he lived in the palace, except when he was teaching Xiao Qihan and treating diseases, he didn't know where he went the rest of the time.

Bai Liruo already knew Murong Qinghai's identity.

Even if he only said his name.

The Blood Pen Scholar is a demon who once killed people in the world and was famous for piercing his throat with a pen.

He suddenly disappeared into seclusion fifty years ago, and no trace of him has been seen since.