Quick wear: the host has become an innocent white lotus again

Chapter 164 Senior Sister Qing Leng VS Junior Sister Huang Qi 60
At that time, there were twelve stone pillars outside the eyes of the formation, and many lifelike stone statues were carved on the stone pillars, one side was evil and the other side was benevolent.At that time, Hui Ling didn't understand the meaning of it, he just thought that those disciples of the fairy sect who were controlled with distorted expressions were the omens.

Now that she sees this girl, she understands that learning has two sides, it can illuminate the good thoughts in people’s hearts, and it can also induce people’s evil thoughts in people’s hearts. When they got together, they said that Hui Ling was the spy of the Demon Race, a traitor of the Xianmen, and at this moment, they were controlled.

That's why they have that devilish look on their faces.

And one of the twelve stone pillars carved the girl's appearance, but it was her grown-up appearance. Although it was a little different from now, it was still the same person at a glance.

The girl tilted her head and thought for a while, then said joyfully, "I remember you too! You are the No.1 mother who brought me to see me for thousands of years. She must trust you so much that she brought you to see me! Right? Right? "

Um... probably.

It's hard for Hui Ling to answer this question, after all, she was tricked by Hai Jianyao with the disciples of the immortal sect.Besides, when she and Haijian Yao met for the first time, Haijian Yao also had a purpose, but it was not a trust.

Hui Ling stretched out his hand to touch the girl's hair, took out the pinch of soil hidden in her sleeve and handed it to the girl, this might be the last taste of the Shanghai Demon in this world.

Yumen Village disappeared, the magic circle that suppressed Xinjian was destroyed, and all the power of Haijian Yao disappeared.

"This is……"

Hui Ling nodded, "This is your mother's smell."

"No wonder, no wonder I think you are so kind when I'm close to you, and you smell like my mother, so it's the smell of this earth."

Yes, not all, Jian is in the main space, Xin Jian must be aware of it.

"What are you going to do with your biological father?"

Hui Ling glanced at He Zishu whose whole body was almost pressed into the soil. The usual elegant and self-contained person is now naked, and his whole body is scorched. After being pressed and knelt for so long, the resentment and anger in his heart may reach the sky.

The girl pondered, and looked up, "Sister Ling, what do you think I should do?"

"It's better to take back his forensic skills. Since he is your biological father, patricide is naturally not good for you."

As soon as Hui Ling said this, He Zishu, who was crushed under the invisible wall, heaved a sigh of relief for no reason. His good apprentice was still useful, so he softened his temper after begging her so simply.

"But isn't that too cheap for him?" There was no trace of displeasure in the girl's words, only puzzlement.

"He stole the art of appreciation from your mother, pulled out his art of appreciation, and let him compete with the demon Zhou Yu to fulfill his wish."

"Why do you want to compete with the demon Zhou Yu?"

"In his life, the person he wants to win the most is Zhou Yu. I want him to know clearly that He Zishu might not even have a chance of winning without his skills."

Only then did the girl happily clap her hands and applaud, "Okay, okay, let's do it, let's do it, he's showing off my mother's appreciating skills every day, let him compete with the person he wants to beat the most, it's gone!" He is a piece of rubbish!"

With a wave of the girl's white hand, the sleeves fluctuated. He Zishu felt that the pressure of tens of thousands of catties suddenly disappeared, and he also spat out two mouthfuls of blood because of too much force. Other than that, nothing seemed to happen generally.

No, it seems to be different, his heart is empty, and he can't think of any way to use Jianshu.

Struggling to pull out his legs, he stood there in a daze, whispering into his ears from all directions.

"Look, that's He Zishu, the Master of the Immortal Gate, and now he's completely stripped of his clothes in public! Shameless!"

"Isn't it? I heard that he was the number one player a thousand years ago, and it costs ten taels of silver just to see him!"

"What?! Ten taels? Why didn't he grab it?!"

Countless pairs of strange eyes were all cast on him. He Zishu stood still and felt pain from thousands of silver needles pricking him. These mocking and mocking voices and eyes are nowhere to be seen.

"Master, it's your turn to appear."

He Zishu looked at the voice blankly, and saw an extremely familiar figure smiling at him. When he raised his head, the scorched black on his body had disappeared. Although the wound had not healed, it was infinitely better than before. The wind blows.

Except for his bald head with no hair on his head, he is still the cold and abstinent fairy master He Zishu.

He Zishu had to fight, but Zhou Yu was not very happy. Why did he obey Hui Ling's arrangement to have such a contest with He Zishu?Although he really wanted to have a hearty fight with He Zishu, it was definitely not under such an order.

Hui Ling smiled at Zhou Yu, "It's okay if you don't want to compete, Xinjian is willing to replace He Zishu."

The girl was eager to try, gearing up, Zhou Yu's face was pale, and he was annoyed but powerless. Even if He Zishu's cultivation level could not complete a single move under this girl's hands, so what if he was so demonic now?Can he still defeat her?
Zhou Yu only now learned that He Zishu had used Jianshu when he was trembling with him before. He Zishu would know all his tricks in advance, no wonder he would miss every time.

shameless.

Reluctantly, he stepped forward to confront He Zishu, but he was full of confidence, his demonic aura was soaring, but He Zishu lost his skills, so wouldn't it be easy for him to defeat He Zishu?

Summoning the dark sickle, Zhou Yu took the lead in attacking, and flashed directly beside He Zishu, bringing up a gust of wind, and the black robe fluttered under the gust of wind.

He Zishu is He Zishu after all, even if he has no appraising skills, he is still the master of the immortal sect. He has never stopped practicing for so many years. He summoned the spirit sword to resist.

He knew that he was not Zhou Yu's opponent now, so he could only deal with Zhou Yu with [-] points of energy. While deliberately widening the distance between him and Zhou Yu, he tried to repel Zhou Yu at the same time.

The two sides seemed to be evenly matched, but He Zishu frantically used his spiritual energy to resist the invisible heavy wall just now, and his spiritual energy was seriously overdrawn. At this time, he was at the end of his strength, so he could only find another way to deal with Zhou Yu.

While dodging, he used the last trace of spiritual energy to gather all the energy. He had to save enough time to let his newly realized swordsmanship take shape. Only in this way would he have a chance of winning.

Zhou Yu saw He Zishu's dodge. He knew that He Zishu was not his opponent, and He Zishu had played tricks on him for thousands of years.

Catch up, hit him twice and let him escape, catch up again, tease him, let him escape again.

(End of this chapter)