The Transmigrated Senior Martial Brother

Although there are Lin Zikai, but Qin Mo is not able to participate in the important meeting of the next demon domain, Qin Mo did not care, and left the palace directly.

As soon as he left, Qin Mo saw that Wen Qing had not seen for many days. At this moment, Wen Qing stood in the flowers, and a yellow daisies on his hand did not know what to think.

Qin Mo was surprised that within a short period of time, Wen Qing had already reached the base period.

Seeing the arrival of Qin Mo, he smiled gently and walked slowly toward him. Qin Mo could not see the corner, and the little daisies instantly turned into flying ash.

Both Qin Mo and Wen Qing are here for the first time. They don’t know much about the Beigong terrain. They can only walk around the Palace of the North Palace.

Under the magic field, those magic repairs and magic objects are not very high, and are comparable to ordinary low-level interface monks. Qin Moling's nine-story silence, in addition to the four palaces and their confidants, he was considered to be top-notch, so did not encounter any trouble along the way.

In the mouth, he spoke with Wen Qing. In the dark, Qin Mo let go of his own knowledge and carefully examined the surrounding situation.

The whole lower magical domain is divided into the north, south, and north palaces, and for the convenience of the blue blood, the residence is directly called the northern palace. The central part of the North Palace is a huge palace. The blood is here on weekdays. Generally, it will be discussed in the palace when encountering big problems.

Around the magnificent palace, there were all kinds of houses scattered around. After Qin Mo let go of the gods, they did not find the place where they used to imprison Lingyun and others.

Qin Mo’s line of sight suddenly changed. He found a weird house. It was just an ordinary study room. There were three guards in front of the gate. There were many magic repairs hidden in the dark.

It seems to be here, but Qin Mo carefully examined the study inside, but did not find any strange places, Qin ink brow wrinkled, want to come here is what is the body.

A warm flash of gaze flashed, and suddenly reached out in the direction of Qin Mo, Qin ink reflexively biased his head, wanting to escape the warm touch, Wen Qing and elegant voice sounded in his ear: "There are leaves falling on your head It’s up.”

Qin Mo acted a meal, let Wen Qing win the fallen leaves.

Among the halls, the four palaces were arguing about how to dispose of the monks in the Weihai world. Lin Zikai was impatient, and this matter will only be finalized after the arrival of the Devils. Now they say nothing is useless. The heart was irritated, and he left the sleeves and went to look for Qin Mo.

Just after walking, I saw that Wen Qing was gently licking Qin Mo, and Qin Mo did not resist, let Wen Qing squat.

Lin Zizhen’s body suddenly became stale, and his eyes stared blankly at the two men. It was his master, he...

A dark ray of light emerged behind him. Lin Ziqi clenched his fists and took a deep breath. He pushed his heart down and walked toward Qinmo. He is extremely active, but he has left his footprints every step of his life. The flowers and plants are dying around his footprints.

When I walked closer, Lin Zikai discovered that Wen Qing did not hold Qin Mo, but only put his hand on the Qin ink ink, but even this can not be forgiven, the master is him, every inch is him.

Feeling the familiarity of Lin Zizhen, Qin Mo immediately turned his head and saw that he was more gloomy than the past. Although he smiled and his face was well concealed, Qin Mo immediately discovered that he was different. He frowned and asked, "What happened?"

"Nothing." Looking at the face of Qin Mo, revealing his expression, Lin Zizhen was somewhat fascinated, and his dissatisfaction also faded a lot.

He reached out and seemed to unconsciously slap Wen Qing and still put Qin Mo hair on his hands, then immediately held Qin Mo hand and turned and left.

In the mouth, he said: "In these days, there are a few more dishes in the North Palace that are made with good spirits. Masters may wish to taste them. They will not produce impurities in the body."

"Good." Listening to Lin Zi's remarks, Qin Mo's eyes showed a faint joy, although he has already turned the valley, but many years of habits are not easy to change.

Behind the two, Wen Qing looked at the unusually red and swollen right hand and felt a mess in the body. The sigh seems to say: "It’s really a possessive child." He is gentle and seems to be very loving, but in the depths of the light is a cold.

The environment of the devil is bad, the aura in the air is scarce, and it is rare to be able to cultivate the best. Therefore, the simple three dishes and one soup in front of Qin Mo is also very precious.

Lin Zizhen sat opposite Qin Mo, watching Qin Mo pick some of the meat in the plate and put it in his bowl. After eating the meat, he reluctantly picked a green vegetable.

Lin Ziyan had a few smiles in his eyes. He did not expect that the cold master would have been picky eaters, and he only liked meat. However, such a master is not seen by other people. Thinking about it, Lin Zikai had a little more joy in his heart.

However, he still has to punish the master brother. After all, he was touched by Wen Qing so casually.

In the hands of Lin Zikai, the jade color chopsticks moved, and the whole half of the plate was caught in the Qin ink bowl. The tone of care said: "Master brothers, these spiritual plants are beneficial to the spiritual cultivation in the body and eat more."

Looking at the oily **** leaves in the bowl, Qin ink acted a bit, and there was a trace of disgust in the eyes. He looked up and looked at the opposite side of the forest. He saw the color of his face, his lips moved, and he said nothing at all. Slowly eat those green vegetables.

Lin Zikai occasionally ate a bite of food, but his eyes kept on the opposite side of Qin Mo. He looked at his brow and scorned. He swallowed the vegetables very hard and raised his mouth. Master, I believe you will remember this lesson, no. Will be like this again

Intimate.

This meal, it took a lot of time for Qin Mo to end, and looked at the clean bowl in front of him. Qin Mosong breathed a sigh of relief. When he saw the opposite side of the forest, he seemed to want to say something. Qin Mo quickly stood up and immediately concealed his geography. I took care of my clothes and said in a faint voice: "I have finished eating."

There was a strange light in the eyes, and what Lin Zizhen had just said, a group of people rushed in from the outside.

The leader is always waiting for the blood of the North Palace Palace to be the bodyguard, Qingshi. After he came in, his eyes first swept over Qin Mo, and then he bowed in the direction of Lin Zikai and said: "Former Lin, the palace owner wants to ask the son to go."

He was very calm, but his attitude was very proud. When he finished, he didn't wait for Lin Zikai to say something. He waved a hand to the person behind him and motioned them to catch Qin Mo.

Looking at a few surrounded him in the middle of the magic, Qin Mo snorted, and then waved his sleeves, the light flashed in his hand, a light band hit the few monsters with lightning speed, just listen to "砰" The few monsters fell out in a whim.

The color of the bluestone is the same. Looking at the magical objects, there are some dissatisfaction. It is really a waste. Several spiritual silences can't even get a thin and weak monk. Immediately, his foot moved, and some turbid spirit wrapped his hand and rushed toward the direction of Qin Mo.

The air shrank, and the sound of the air broke from the side. The bluestone swelled and the figure quickly receded. Unfortunately, it was already late, and the jade light penetrated his palm and fell straight on the wall.

Looking around, I saw a long chopsticks stained with blood and blood and fell deeply into the middle of the wall.

Seeing this situation, Qin Mo's long sleeves shook, silently retracting the hands of silver-colored fine needles. That is his use of the gods

Gathering into a fine needle can unintentionally damage the opponent's consciousness, and it is a reason for him to use the Yuanshen long sword to injure the old man in the Yuan Ying period.

Qingshi squatted at the injured palm and looked at the side of the forest. When he started, he always guarded against Lin Zikai, but he did not expect him to move, so it was easy to hurt the same Jindan Dazheng period.

"Who is the courage to catch me?" Lin Ziyi leaned back on the back of the chair, playing with another jade-colored chopsticks on his hand, looking at the bluestone with a smile.

When Lin Zikai looked at it, Qingshi’s heart suddenly trembled, and realized that he stood in front of him and was stronger than his own.

He bowed his head slightly and said respectfully: "There are a few disciples who died in front of them. They were injured by pure sword and a sword was deadly."

With that said, Qingshi turned his head and glanced at Qin Mo. Seeing that his face was still calm, he did not see the slightest panic. In the heart, this person is not simple. Now the entire North Palace knows that he is a righteous monk. Only he can make a pure sword. At this time, even if there is a strong unpredictable forest, you may not be able to keep him.

"Oh? Is it?" Lin Ziqi's tone was still careless, and he couldn't hear his mood at the moment. He clenched his hand with long chopsticks and looked at Qin Mo. He said, "That's the case, let's go see it."

When the voice fell, Lin Ziyi slowly released his hand, and the jade-colored chopsticks fell on the table, and the inch was broken.