The strongest medical saint in the city

Chapter 1317 The Man in Tsing Yi Is the Sovereign
Everything seems to be the same as before.

It's just that the weeping ghost doctor didn't take over the ink fan back then, but now this ink fan that he has sacrificed and refined, the so-called inheritance, Zhou You is ready to accept.

Before Zhou You accepted, he raised his eyes and fixedly looked at the suzerain who founded Penglai by himself.

Although the green robe is not armor, it is like a war robe. The awe-inspiring bearing and elegance that stand out from the sky and the earth have nothing to do with appearance or cultivation.

There are countless people who are more beautiful than Suzerain in the world, but even if they are stunningly beautiful, they can't compare to this one who holds a fan and smiles.Those whose cultivation base is as high as the suzerain are rare in the heaven and earth, but the evil emperor Jiuming, the ancient god of war, the dragon woman of the sea... If you really want to look for it, you can always find someone who has a better heart than this earth sect who cares about the common people. majored in higher.

"I've never seen a woman like you." Zhou You said, as if passing through time, when he first met in years, he also said the same.

It's just that he was young and energetic at that time, and there was no wave in the ancient well.He used to think that he had too little knowledge and watched the sky from the bottom of a well, but he traveled around through life and death, and saw thousands of times, but he still couldn't find anyone who could compare with it.

The suzerain is so powerful that in many cases, the original wandering will make the original wandering forget the other party's gender.

Looking at the Suzerain who handed out the Qiankun Fan, she once handed it out in the same way, but out of some indescribable thoughts, the weeping ghost doctor refused.

At this time, time passed by, and only the soul of the Suzerain was left, and he also handed out the black folding fan, but this time, Zhou You reached out to take it.

"You and I have the same purpose. What you once undertook, now I will take over."

Zhou You looked at the blue shirt in front of him, it was obviously the most common blue shirt, but this soul could always wear it, it was a blue shirt that gathered all the misty rain and spring flowers in the south of the Yangtze River.

Even though she has become a soul, Zhou You feels that the other party's demeanor is still as elegant and noble as before, and his eyebrows and eyes are as gentle as spring water at first glance.

But after getting along with each other, you will know that that tenderness is elegant and unattainable. Zhou You knows that the suzerain's demeanor is as unfathomable as the sky, as if washed by the high and wide autumn water.

"Times have changed, and you are still the only variable. Between cause and effect, the inheritance of the Qiankun Fan will eventually be given to you."

The suzerain saw that Zhou You took over the folding fan, and her tone was as calm as if she was guided by the soul in the burning sky sword.

When they first met, Zhou You felt that she was so elegant and noble, and so calm and indifferent. It seemed that all the words added together could not describe her even one tenth of a millionth of it.

Now Zhou You still feels the same way, but he has learned how to restrain himself.

So even though he knew that when talking about the suzerain of the inheritance, it was a reminder to start, but he still added a sentence:
"It was an accident that caused the division to be dusty back then. When I sealed my soul with my life, I never thought that after I refused to accept the inheritance of the Qiankun Fan, you would still leave behind a divine thought."

The suzerain didn't answer these words, and her figure in the green shirt has turned into a streamer, like a key, starting the connection between the Qiankun Fan and the sea of ​​white snow, black rocks and fire.

At this moment, the black universe fan enveloped Zhou You, forming an extreme contrast with the white snow, where the blue light passed, all the snowflakes fell like flying flowers, paving a path for Zhou You in the sea of ​​fire.

Zhou You smiled slightly, and he stretched out his hands holding the Qiankun fan, and he was like a big roc spreading its wings, safely and steadily on the road paved by Baixue.

Zhou You walked along the white snow road, not knowing what was ahead.

But since the suzerain's divine sense has opened the way for him, no matter whether it is a mountain of swords or a sea of ​​fire at the end of the road, Zhou You will go there.

"Almost forgot about you." Zhou You, who was walking like the wind, suddenly remembered Lingqiao's words, and he subconsciously glanced at the little Nascent Soul on his shoulder.

The shrunken version of Zhou You, which was not much bigger than a fingernail, was standing on his shoulder, but now it is standing firm as a rock, with its eyes closed and Zhou You's shoulder, it is completely indistinguishable from every move that the Suzerain condensed on the Qiankun Fan just now. It was poorly rehearsed.

But for the same move, Zhou You saw what the suzerain practiced, and felt that it fully explained what is called "flying like a frightened bird, as graceful as a dragon swimming", but it was done by a small person no bigger than a fingernail, even if it was His Nascent Soul also felt that although he was vigorous, he was extraordinarily funny.

"The inheritance of the Qiankun Fan is indeed exquisite."

Zhou You looked at Yuan Ying who was practicing every move, and sighed.

Zhou You can fully experience the investigation and feelings of Yuanying, but now that the suzerain has opened the way for him, after thinking about it, he condenses a light blue protective cover on Yuanying's shoulder alone .

No matter what, the Nascent Soul is the root of the monks, and sometimes even the body dies, but as long as the Nascent Soul is alive, although the cultivation base and vitality will be greatly damaged, there is a chance to make a comeback.

Under the white snow, Zhou You was more worried, but in fact, if it was normal, the scorching heat and cold would not need a special protective cover for Yuanying, because Yuanying's own strength was Even if a typhoon of level ten blows, Yuan Ying will be as firm as a rock, firmly sticking to Zhou You.

"Are you afraid?" Zhou You looked at the Nascent Soul that was the size of a fingernail and had the same face as his own in the mask on his shoulder.

Zhou You doesn't know what other people's Nascent Soul path is like, but Jedi is not like him who can be dominated by a little blue light group.

Maybe it's because Zhou You met Lingqiao when he first cultivated Yuanying, or it was because of fate, anyway, Zhou You could feel Yuanying's self, and because of the strong spiritual energy, the inheritance of the Qiankun Fan can be said to be very smooth.

It went so smoothly that Zhou You had to be a little worried, he casually replied to Lingqiao:
"Don't be afraid of everything, just in case."

It is unknown whether the road ahead will be good or bad. Although the suzerain is leading the way, this is a place that Zhou You is unfamiliar with after all.

If there is a mistake, the Nascent Soul that he cultivated through untold hardships is accidentally seriously injured or dies here, hehe, that would be a tragedy.

Because the Nascent Soul is seriously injured, it is basically difficult to recover. If there is no chance, in this world where spiritual energy is scarce, it can be said that the long life of the cultivator has been cut off.

If the Nascent Soul dies, the cultivator may simply lose his life.

"I won't let the person who accompanied me leave again." Lingqiao seemed to see through Zhou You's worries, and a blue light cluster gathered in his heart: "Your Nascent Soul is protected by me, and as long as I don't allow it to , nothing will happen."

The ethereal and childish words of Zhou You by Lingqiao...

(End of this chapter)