Half-Tried Deity

　　　　 Qi Huan had a spoon in his mouth, and a cup of sweet porridge of unknown origin in his hand. His eyes turned around. Every time he accidentally scanned Lingyunzi's cold face, he shuddered and then moved his position. Ever since she woke up, Lingyunzi has stayed alive, but now he looks at Qi Huan in the same way as he looks at class enemies.

　　 "Uncle Master."

　　 "Yes." Qi Huan hurriedly smiled flatteringly.

　　 "Drink all the porridge."

"Uh... this... I'll drink it later." If she drinks it again, she will definitely get diabetes. I don't know who is so damaged. It's still sweet porridge if she is sick and tortured her so much. Bowl of saccharin!

　　 "Drink up!"

　　 "Yes." He pinched his nose and poured it down. Hey, people have to bow their heads under the eaves. In front of everyone, he accidentally said that he was almost sucked up by the magic weapon, and Lingyunzi's expression at the time was even scarier than that of Lei Gong.

Since ancient times, there has been no cultivator who would be as stupid as Qi Huan. You’re ashamed, and you’ve also said in front of everyone that Lingyunzi didn’t slap Qi Huan to take pictures of the ground because he was well cultivated. Even if Xu Kongzi knew the matter, Qi Huan had to face the wall for more than ten years.

It is precisely because of what Qi Huan said that everyone's attention was focused on her. As for how they laughed at Qi Huan and even the entire Qingyun faction, its tragic degree is no longer enough for outsiders, so that everyone has forgotten. The magic weapon that almost wiped Qi Huan dry was torn away.

　　 Seeing Qi Huan drink so painful, Ling Yunzi walked over and asked sternly, "Is it difficult to drink?" The blood-tonifying sweet porridge he made personally, shouldn't be too bad.

　　 Qi Huan rolled his eyes, pushed the porcelain bowl in his hand in front of him, raised his chin, is this something people drink! It's a pity that Qi Huan only thought about it in his heart, but didn't dare to say it.

　　 Staring at the bottom of the porridge remaining inside, Ling Yunzi tried to stretch out his hand several times, but finally retracted. To be honest, he doesn't have much confidence in his cooking, so let's forget it.

　　 "By the way, is Dong Yuan's game over? Did he win?"

　　 Ling Yunzi glanced at Qi Huan with a weird expression, "No."

"What?! He didn't win, no, how could it be possible that he didn't even win the trials!" Qi Huan exclaimed, it seems that no one can deal with Dongyuan except that Mo Ye, and Mo Ye's cultivation base There is no Dongyuan high, if you want to compare it, it should be Dongyuan who has a bigger win!

　　 "He lost to Mo Ye in the finals."

Qi Huan didn’t know that five days had passed since her nap. When she woke up, everything was over. Many disciples of the sect had already gone back. If Qi Huan hadn’t been in a coma, Lingyunzi had already returned. Qingyun Mountain has gone.

　　 "That Mo Ye... so powerful?" Thinking of Mo Ye, Qi Huan's brows couldn't help but wrinkle, and that person always made her feel creepy.

　　 "Well, very powerful." Lingyunzi would comment on a person like this, which means that Mo Ye is indeed tough to a certain extent, and even Dongyuan has never received such evaluation from Lingyunzi. "However, this person is very evil. If it is a demon cultivator, it must be a generation of heroes. It's a pity..."

　　 The last game that Qi Huan missed was indeed very regrettable. Mo Ye and Dongyuan, the two low-level disciples in the late stage of the formation of pill, were equally astonishing. Their last match actually led out several old men in Shushan who were hidden from the world. If it weren't for one of the heavenly swordsmen who couldn't offend, they would definitely come out to grab someone.

　　 Mo Ye is not only extremely talented, but his own three forms of wounding swords are even included in the top cheats of Tianjianmen. At the end of the game, he used the last form of wounding swords-the sword goes slant and defeated Dongyuan.

　　 "Dong Yuan was injured?" Qi Huan asked anxiously as the corner of his eyes jumped.

　　 "No, but it's more serious than the injury." Lingyunzi sighed. At a time when he was young and frivolous, and when the scenery was boundless, he was actually put a sword on his neck by an opponent of the same cultivation level. No one could bear it!

　　 After listening to Lingyunzi's explanation, Qi Huan was also a little depressed. Although she was not the one who played the game, she also knew how bad it felt to lose to the opponent, and there were so many people watching.

　　 "May I go see him?"

　　 "Okay, I'll wait for you here. After you come back, we will go back to the school directly."

"Well, I see." After Qi Huan went out, he flew at a height of more than 20 centimeters above the ground with a flying sword. As she got higher, she began to tremble intentionally. There was no way ~www.wuxiaspot.com~by plane. The feeling is that I can't find it anymore, it's all used as a skateboard.

　　 Looking at the hill where Dongyuan lived in front of him, Qi Huan suddenly felt a bitter murderous aura coming from behind. Before she could reflect, a dagger with cold light touched her back.

　　 "Follow me, obediently." The voice of the person behind him was hoarse and he couldn't tell his age, but Qi Huan was sure that he had never heard this person's voice before.

　　 was threatened by someone with a murder weapon, what else could Qi Huan do, so he dropped the flying sword and walked ahead. The strange thing is that no one came up to interrogate him until he left the gate of Shushan. I don't know why Shushan is quiet today.

　　 After leaving Shu Mountain, the man behind him roughly grabbed Qi Huan and flew down the mountain. Qi Huan lowered his head and found that she couldn't see the scenery under her feet. She and the kidnapper were actually wrapped in a cloud of black air.

　　 "Magic Xiu!" Qi Huan was shocked. He was kidnapped by Mo Xiu again, but he didn't know if it was related to the masked man this time.

　　 The people behind her didn't say a word, and the dagger against Qi Huan's back pushed forward forcefully, Qi Huan couldn't help feeling cold. Last time, she felt that the masked man was not malicious to herself last time, so she dared to be so presumptuous, but this time this one seemed to really want her life!

　　 Even if she had never seen a dead person, she could feel the murderous aura emanating from this person, and the terrifying aura made Qi Huan feel a little unstable even standing.

"Go in." I don't know how long it has been flying, Qi Huan was pushed roughly into a dark hut. As soon as he entered the room, Qi Huan smelled a nauseating smell, and there was a faint breathing sound from the house. , There seems to be a person inside.

　　 "Who is it?" The door slammed shut, and Qi Huan's familiar voice resounded in the corner of the small black room.