Blue Silver Grass Guide

The sun was still scorching in the sky and the white clouds were lingering. A wonderful and fierce battle came to an end under the eyes of everyone.

Qian Renxue took off her battle armor, wore a platinum robe, and walked out of the exit passage of the martial arts arena with a cold expression.

The moment he stepped out of the passage, the light around him turned from dark to bright. Qian Renxue's eyes narrowed slightly, and Feng Wu's wanton and carefree voice vaguely sounded in her ears again: "You are good at it, and you can perform well. I am very good at it." Satisfied~"

"It's just that your martial arts cultivation is a bit low, but it's not a big problem. With your sixth-ring soul emperor's soul master cultivation, from a high position, it is easy to integrate all your strength to step into Ming Jin, and the following dark strength is just a matter of course. ”

"I'll give you three months. When your martial arts reaches the realm of energy transformation, come over and fight with me again!"

Such a commanding tone made Qian Renxue, who had been a saint and prince for more than twenty years, feel an indescribable strange feeling.

It seems that only when she was hiding beside the real eldest prince Xue Qinghe as a maid, she was briefly ordered like this~

Just as she was thinking about it, Qian Renxue's eyes narrowed and she looked up not far in front of her. A tall figure stood there, apparently waiting for her.

"Hello~"

The visitor smiled very kindly and greeted in a soft tone: "Your name is Qian Renxue, right?"

Qian Renxue stared at the visitor, pursed her lips tightly and said nothing.

Seeing Qian Renxue's reaction, the visitor frowned slightly, then calmed down and continued to ask with a smile: "My name is Bibi Dong, your martial spirit is "angel", and you are from the Qian Family of [Martial Spirit Hall]" successor? Is your father Qian Xunji? "

Hearing the name Qian Xunji, Qian Renxue's pupils shrank suddenly, as if thinking of some bad memories, she shouted coldly: "That's enough!"

As soon as the words came out of her mouth, Qian Renxue realized instantly that this was not the original world, and the person opposite was not the person she remembered.

Thinking of this, Qian Renxue pursed her lips a few times and said with a slightly twitchy expression: "Sorry~"

"It's okay~" Bibi Dong's expression was still kind, and after a slight hesitation, she asked: "Your parents..."

"Dead~" Qian Renxue regained her composure and said calmly: "They are all dead~"

"What?!"

This time, it was Bibi Dong's turn to have mood swings. Her beautiful eyes widened with disbelief on her face: "How is that possible? Not to mention that the teacher is the Pope of [Martial Soul Palace] and has at least two titled Douluo beside him at all times." The guard, he himself is also a level ninety-five titled Douluo, how could he...?"

"Nothing is impossible~"

Qian Renxue's eyes showed a look of ridicule, and she said lightly: "People always die, some people die earlier, and some people die later."

"Okay~"

Bibi Dong nodded and did not say anything else on this topic. She could see that the little girl in front of her was hiding something and was also suppressing some emotions in her heart.

However, she was not someone who wanted to get to the bottom of things and pry into other people's privacy, so she followed the other person's words and gently revealed the matter about the teacher Qian Xunji's peer. She also did not mention that there would be the other person in Lingyun Realm. Parental peers exist.

"I also watched the battle between you and Feng Wu just now~" Bibi Dong changed the topic and said: "It can be seen that you are still a pure soul master fighting style. If in your original world, with "angel" In martial arts and the 'Angel Realm', your strength is absolutely outstanding among those at the same level, and even among soul masters who have crossed a higher realm. "

"But this is Lingyun Realm. Here, although the power of martial arts still occupies a large proportion, more and more people are beginning to regard it as an auxiliary force for practicing martial arts."

"Compared to soul masters who are limited by types of martial souls, soul rings and soul skills, everyone now prefers a martial arts path that can be fully controlled by themselves."

Listening to Bibi Dong's words, a thoughtful look appeared in Qian Renxue's eyes, and she also recalled the previous battle with Feng Wu.

It is true that as Bibi Dong said, Feng Wu was in the state of being possessed by martial arts throughout the whole process, and occasionally used the soul skills of five soul rings. However, in the battle, they were all used as auxiliary means, and the opponent mostly used one. A unique leg technique that drives the wind element between heaven and earth to move, attack, and defend.

In addition, Feng Wu's physical fitness is also terrifying. The whip-leg attack that follows him like a shadow, apart from the blessing of soul power and wind attribute elements, Qian Renxue can feel that there is also terrifying physical power in it. The three of them Added together, the attack intensity directly exceeded her fifth soul skill as a sixth-ring soul emperor!

The problem is, her fifth soul skill is a ten-thousand-year soul skill, and each time it is activated, it has a certain activation time!

Although she has long been able to integrate the timing of activating the soul ring and soul skills into the rhythm of the battle, and there will be no lag at all in the battle, Feng Wu's kicks seem to be ordinary attacks, whether they are front kicks or side kicks. , or downward slashing, etc. The power is obviously comparable to the ten-thousand-year soul skill, but the frequency of activation is frighteningly fast!

Looking at Qian Renxue who was lost in thought, Bibi Dong felt an inexplicable impulse in her heart and blurted out: "How about I teach you how to practice martial arts -"

"..."

Qian Renxue raised her head and looked at Bibi Dong's beautiful face, as beautiful as a flower, and remained silent.

"Well--"

Bibi Dong looked a little uncomfortable, and was about to say something more when she heard Qian Renxue reply in a low voice: "Okay."

"Wha...what?" Bibi Dong was startled.

"I said," Qian Renxue's eyebrows curved, a smile that could confuse all living beings appeared on her flawless face, and there was a hint of joy and excitement in her voice: "Okay -"

In fact, it was not just Bibi Dong who had an indescribable feeling of intimacy towards her. She also had an urge to get close to the woman in front of her from deep within. Especially after knowing that she is not 'her', the barrier between facing 'her' no longer exists, and this impulse loses its restraint.

…

Lingyun Tiancheng, the city lord's mansion.

A pair of slender arms climbed up to the man's neck, lit his red lips and breathed softly in the man's ear: "What are you looking at? You are smiling so strangely -"

"A rather interesting encounter~" The man raised his hand and caressed the side of the woman behind him. It was smooth and tender, and he replied with a smile.

"Meet?" The woman gently bit the man's ear with her teeth, and asked in a wet voice: "Who is it with whom? Is it a woman?"

"Hmm~" The man felt the tickling on his ears and said with an unmoved smile: "Two women."

"Female?" When the woman heard this, her jade hand that had originally been stretched out to the man's chest paused slightly. A look of curiosity appeared in her beautiful eyes. She turned her head to look at the man and asked, "Are you finally ready to give us some extra time?" Sister?"

Hearing this, the man glanced at her angrily: "Where is this going -"

"What do you think?" The woman chuckled, reached down with her beautiful hand, grabbed it, and glanced around with her beautiful eyes, saying: "With such a big couch, even if there are twice as many people, it won't feel crowded. We can also Take it easy."

"Look at the trouble for A Yin and A Rou. The one who suffers the most is Er Long. No, she is called Wu Shuang now, and you are spoiling her. That girl from the Yu family has been waiting for you for so many years, but she has not waited for you to come. Fortunately, her name entered the harem of your Majesty Qiandi first, but it was not her..."

After the handle was seized, the man, Ling Yi, remained unmoved at all. Although he pointed his spear towards the sky, he sat firmly as a mountain. He turned his hand to pull the woman, Yang Xueli, from behind and sat down in front of him. He said warmly: "I With you, that’s enough~”

"Have you done enough..." Shirley Yang rolled her eyes and complained helplessly: "We know better than you."

"Seriously, Your Majesty, your...harem...is really...going to add more people...ah-!"

"We'll talk about this later~" Ling Yi had no time to think about anything else and concentrated on writing poems.

The white porcelain buckle bowl is as crisp as fat, the snowy neck is as high as a swan, the delicate jade green onion rings are interlocked, and the exhalation is as graceful as orchids.