The Ultimate Student in the City

In Bian Tuo's view, the appearance of this green figure is far more unimaginable than the burning of his alchemy furnace, and even more unimaginable than that young man's ability to forcibly resist his unreserved blow just now. .

His horrified eyes fell on the young man again, and the horrified look became more intense.

Who is this young man?

For what purpose did he make such a fuss about the Divine Pill Furnace? Could it be that Tianyu wanted to touch him?

Before he had time to think about it, Pill God Bian Tuo quickly put away his ghost hand, his figure flashed, and his figure came to the green figure, and he saluted: "Mr. Qinglong."

Mr. Qinglong looked indifferent as usual, nodded slightly and said: "Give me some face."

As soon as these words came out, Li Zedao was really shocked, and firmly felt that Mr. Qinglong was a leader in the world of pretending.

Bian Tuo looked slightly stagnant.

There are only a handful of people who dare not show face to Mr. Qinglong, and he is naturally not included among them.

Even if he is the pill god Bian Tuo, even if he still has the ghost hand, his strength is not weaker than many strong men who have left their names on the sky list.

So even if he himself was rather shameless, he still had to give Mr. Qinglong enough face, so he forcibly suppressed the killing intent, bowed again and said, "Yes."

Mr. Qinglong knew that the other party didn't understand what he meant, so he pointed to Li Zedao who was struggling to get up, and said, "He wants ghost hands."

Bian Tuo's complexion instantly became extremely stiff.

He thought that what Mr. Qinglong meant was, show me face, although you have been insulted and your elixir furnace was set on fire, but don't embarrass this young man anymore, this matter is over.

Unexpectedly, what Mr. Qinglong meant was, give me face, you quickly peel off the ghost hand from your own soul, and give it to that young man.

Looking at the innocent face of the young man, but his eyes were full of playfulness and sarcasm, Bian Tuo's chest felt tight and he almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

Bian Tuo took a deep breath and said, "Mr. Qinglong, I'm afraid I won't be able to give you this face."

Qinglong said blankly: "Since you can't give it, then you don't have to give it."

As soon as the voice fell, the entire space was suddenly enveloped in death-like silence.

At the same time, Mr. Qinglong put the love flute in his hand to his mouth.

Bian Tuo's heart shuddered, his face was as black as ink, and the muscles on his face were still twitching slightly.

He really didn't expect the dignified Mr. Qinglong to do it as soon as he said it, and quickly named more than a dozen names to show that he was acquainted with these people.

This included the patriarchs of several Glory families, and even Bian Tuo mentioned Baihu, who was one of the four envoys along with Qinglong.

Mr. Qinglong still had no expression on his face, and said indifferently: "The people you mentioned have to give me face."

"..."

What words hurt the most?

In the eyes of Danshen Bian Tuo, the truth hurts the most.

Mr. Qinglong told the truth, so Bian Tuo suffered extremely serious injuries in an instant. His heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys hurt, his soul trembled, his eyes began to darken, and his throat began to sweeten.

Bian Tuo didn't doubt Mr. Qinglong's words at all. He had reason to believe that if Mr. Qinglong killed him, the people he mentioned just now would just pretend that nothing happened, and even said that Bian Tuo didn't give Mr. Qinglong any money. Face, really stupid, death is more than worthwhile.

Because these people really dare not give Mr. Qinglong face.

But, why do you want to bully people like this?

When Li Zedao heard this, his pupils widened, and he felt the blood in his body boiling wildly, so he spit out another mouthful of blood.

But his eyes were very bright when he looked at Mr. Qinglong, and at that moment he showed an expression of absolute admiration, and he almost fell to his knees to worship at Qinglong's feet.

Listen, how shocking and exciting these words sound.

In addition, I said it in such a calm voice, so that I can not only express my absolute awesomeness, but also make people not feel that you are pretending to be aggressive.

At that moment, it could even cause a powerful lethal force to seriously injure others... You can see that Bian Tuo, who is as strong as an alchemy god, was also seriously injured.

At this moment, Li Zedao had a strong desire for absolute strength.

Only with the support of absolute strength, are you qualified to say such arrogant and unpretentious words, otherwise it will become bragging.

Bian Tuo knew that he was on the brink of death, even if he had the ghost hand, he was absolutely no match for Qinglong's love flute.

Besides, he can't do anything with Mr. Qinglong, because Mr. Qinglong's background is too great, and what stands behind him is the high sky!

Fighting against Mr. Qinglong is tantamount to provoking the authority of the sky.

So he must quickly retract the foot that is about to step out, otherwise he will really be on the verge of death.

So he tried his best to speak, and he paused every word until he could hardly utter a sound.

The voice that came out with great difficulty was strange even to himself.

"Mr. Qinglong's face... naturally has to be given."

These words seemed to have consumed all the energy of Pill God Bian Tuo at once, his chest could no longer straighten up, and his body was still trembling slightly.

"I never like to force others, so you don't have to make it difficult." Qinglong said lightly.

I want ghost hands, I just get them myself, and it's not difficult at all, and it's not troublesome at all.

If you're like this, it's not easy for me to continue shooting.

Li Zedao sneered in his heart, your sister is already like this, but you still have the nerve to say that you never like to force others.

The skin is really thick enough.

The muscles on Bian Tuo's face twitched wildly. He naturally knew that his "rudeness" just now had made Mr. Qinglong want to kill him. Mr. Qinglong was indeed, as the rumors said, a man who would retaliate, but anyone who dared to disobey him even a little bit It means that he will definitely let his soul fly away.

He hurriedly took a deep breath and saluted again, his forehead was almost touching his belly button, and he sped up his speech and said, "It's not difficult at all!"

"Mr. Qinglong, please wait a moment, I will separate the ghost hand from my soul and send it to that young man."

Bian Tuo slightly raised his head to look at the young man, there was no hatred at all, only complexity, only pain, and more confusion.

What kind of terrifying background does this young man have, that Mr. Qinglong can personally come forward to help him solve this matter.

Something to do with Miss Luohua?

No, Miss Luohua is just a more ferocious beast in front of Mr. Qinglong.

Besides, in his opinion, Miss Luo Hua was just an excuse that the young man casually mentioned for wanting a ghost hand.

Could he be God's... son?

Bian Tuo, the god of alchemy, vaguely heard that there are many sons and daughters of heaven, and those three seem to be the most powerful among them.

One is the Son of Heaven, the other is the Nine Five, and the third is the Supreme.

I heard that the cultivation of the three sons of Tian is extremely terrifying, and they are already on par with Tian.

Could this young man be one of Tian's sons... Are you kidding me?

Without an answer to the question, Bian Tuo stopped thinking about it.

His face, which was usually indifferent, was already invaded by furrow-like wrinkles, and the shadow of death shrouded his face.

After an incense stick of kung fu, Bian Tuo sent a palm-sized hand that looked like a beauty carved from white jade to Li Zedao. At this time, the wrinkles on Bian Tuo's face became deeper, and the gray of death became more intense. His body was in full swing. Twitching slightly.

Li Zedao knew that this old guy was like this because of excessive anger and shame, and because he had already damaged his soul by stripping off the ghost hand, even his soul was missing.

Li Zedao took it with his hand, apologetic and grateful: "Thank you, Mr. Bian Tuo."

This was not gloating, but that he really wanted to thank Bian Tuo at this time.

The top ten artifacts are for those who are capable.

The ability of Bian Tuo to own the ghost hand proves that he is recognized by the ghost hand. The ghost hand thinks that he is qualified to be its master, so strictly speaking, the ghost hand also belongs to Bian Tuo.

Li Zedao took it arbitrarily, it was a robbery, so he felt somewhat apologetic.

But Bian Tuo thought that this kid was acting good while taking advantage of it, so he found it harsh, the injury worsened again, and shocking blood slowly flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Li Zedao apologized sincerely again, and carefully explained why the lower god alchemy furnace caught fire.

"Mr. Bian Tuo, I'm really sorry. I have always dreamed of making alchemy. I saw those medicinal materials in the alchemy furnace before, and I wanted to talk about learning to make alchemy when my hands were itchy. Be careful it burns..."

Bian Tuo didn't hear anything, he felt that his eyes were very dark, and then he fell heavily on the ground and fell into a coma.

Mr. Qinglong glanced at Li Zedao expressionlessly, and felt that this young man's shamelessness had reached an extremely high level just like his luck.

He never knew what sympathy was, but he glanced at the fainted Alchemy God Bian Tuo on the ground, and felt that this old fellow seemed quite pitiful.

Li Zedao felt a little wronged. I really feel sorry for him, and I want to apologize.

Mr. Qinglong looked at Li Zedao again, and said lightly, "Only this once."

Li Zedao naturally understood what Mr. Qinglong meant.

There can only be one time to achieve a certain purpose by his hand.

He came forward to help him, and only once.

But if there is another time, not only will he not save him, but he will kill him with his own hands.

Li Zedao didn't think that Mr. Qinglong was joking with him, so he bowed his hands and said seriously, "Thank you, Mr. Qinglong."

In any case, because Qinglong Li Zedao was able to take away the ghost hand from Bian Tuo, Li Zedao was naturally grateful to Qinglong.

In fact, there was an element of gambling in Li Zedao's borrowing of Mr. Qinglong's hand.

Mr. Qinglong is naturally qualified to force Bian Tuo to hand over the ghost hand, but what if Mr. Qinglong takes the ghost hand for himself? After all, it is one of the top ten artifacts.

Li Zedao thought about it seriously, and finally felt that Qinglong would not miss the ghost hand.

Because he is the four ambassadors around Tian, ​​and because he is Mr. Qinglong, he will not do such shameful things.

Besides, even if he got the ghost hand, the ghost hand might not recognize him.

It would be even more embarrassing if it was not recognized.

Mr. Qinglong responded indifferently: "You are not as important as you think. The task you are going to perform can be performed by other people."?

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