Female Transmigrating To Male: Playing With The Cold Male God

Qin Zimo touched his hand wrapped in purple qi.

After obtaining the Dragon Yin Sword, the true dragon bloodline in his body awakened, and at that time, Qin Zimo almost thought that he was walking when he looked at the purple flames in the sky.

Later, when he found out that he could control fireworks, Qin Zimo remembered that he had seen it in an ancient book and recognized it as a true dragon bloodline that had been lost for a long time and was almost extinct.

Qin Zimo felt that the meridians in his body were reopened by a domineering force, and his internal force had increased by more than a little bit.

Qin Zimo clenched his fists, only feeling that he had infinite strength now, and he couldn't wait to try his current strength.

"Who cut down all the bamboos that Lao Tzu planted, where did I go with such a large piece of bamboo?"

An old man complained bitterly.

Which hero cut down what is known as the hardest bamboo in history, this is bamboo that can be used as a weapon, and he showed it.

If it weren't for the neat incision, he would have thought that someone had smashed the field with explosives.

It turns out that the bamboo forest is flourishing, and today is the harvest day.

With the hardness of the ink bamboo, he thought that no one could steal it, and even if he could cut it down, it would take a lot of effort.

Who can tell him why, without knowing it, without any movement, his bamboo is all cut down.

He has always lived in the house next to the bamboo forest, just a few dozen meters away from the bamboo forest.

This, what a mess!

The old man scolded the bamboo thief thousands of times in his heart.

Hey, what is that, the old man looked at it, and the shadow fell on his face, which was a bamboo wall made of bamboo.

Isn't that his precious pile of bamboo!

The bamboos were piled up to form an extremely regular cube, larger than the old man's house.

Good man, collecting ink and bamboo every few years is a work that requires a lot of work, but I didn't expect it to lie there neatly.

Master!

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"Bang!"

A figure flew out and slammed into the wall a hundred meters away, making a loud noise.

Qin Zimo looked at the person under his feet condescendingly.

"Admit it, admit defeat." He couldn't speak, and spat out a mouthful of blood, apparently from internal injuries.

Just by the two swords clashing, the opponent was knocked out of the air, and the sword in his hand was instantly disintegrated and turned to ashes.

That's the weapon on the list of divine weapons, and that's it... Broken?

It's terrifying.

Everyone couldn't help but gasp.

"Qin Zimo fought against Ji Chong, and Qin Zimo won."

"Three days later, Qin Zimo will fight Xie Jinghong, the final battle of the martial arts overlord."

There was a warm cry from the audience, Qin Zimo's performance had far exceeded their expectations, and Xie Jinghong, who had not made a move since three days later, made them even more enthusiastic.

No.

A hint of loneliness flashed in Qin Zimo's eyes.

There was no him in the audience.

Xie Jinghong, now me, how should you deal with it.

From childhood to adulthood, Xie Jinghong has always crushed his strength, and even now, he doesn't know what Xie Jinghong's strength is.

But the opponent is Xie Jinghong, a peerless kendo genius. So strong that when he was 10 years old, Master said there was nothing to teach him.

There are still three days left before he fights Xie Jinghong, and he only has two days to awaken his bloodline.

During these three days, he has to prepare well and be in the best shape in the battle after three days.

Xie Jinghong, if you don't come to see me, what are you doing, are you practicing swords alone?

Qin Zimo only remembered that the sun was very good, a white corner of clothes appeared in sight, and the man in white slept on the recliner.

He should have been angry, he trained so hard, and he fell asleep here.

When he saw Xie Jinghong's sleeping face, he couldn't get angry at all.

The sun shone on his face, his eyelashes cast a shadow, and the transparent skin appeared warm, and the fine fuzz on his face could be seen.

The sleeping person feels someone approaching and opens his eyes.

Very beautiful eyes, black pupils turned amber in the sunlight.

Straight and Qin Zimo looked at each other, his eyes were not cold, and he even smiled a little.

Inexplicably, Qin Zimo's heart was like falling into an ice cellar.