After the Rebirth of the Unbeatable Queen

After Lu Sheng heard the word divine tool, his face changed drastically, his eyes widened, and he was completely shocked.

Artifact! How is this possible? Saint level is rarely encountered, let alone artifacts!

The corner of Yueli's mouth suddenly sarcastically said: "You said your sword, but you don't even know your weapon level?"

Lu Sheng looked flustered, and quickly suppressed the shocked emotions in his heart, as calm as possible. He wanted to explain to himself, but he couldn't speak.

Yue Li raised her eyebrows lightly and said: "The divine tool will not harm your master. Although you don't know the knife, it should still recognize you as the master?"

Yue Li's words fell, and he slashed the knife on his upper arm, and immediately a bloodstain appeared. Then, frost began to appear on that arm wound, and it slowly spread out.

Lu Sheng only felt his hand hurt, and then he didn't feel it, but gradually he found that the position of his wound was numb.

This situation caused him to panic suddenly, and hurriedly raised his head to look at Yue Li, yelling.

Yue Li was surprised: "Huh? You were actually injured? Are you not the master of Bipolar Sword?"

Lu Sheng was suddenly frustrated. He knew that the other party was very sure that he was not the owner of the knife. He even heard her call the name of the knife before he realized that the knife was called Bipolar Dao.

How can I know the healing method?

Yueli said in a faint voice: "You have run out of time. If you don't deal with the wound quickly, your arm will be useless."

Lu Sheng looked at her eagerly, his eyes pleading, and his mouth opened again: Do you know the way, right?

"I don't know, but I heard that only the master of the knife knows, aren't you the master?" Yueli sneered.

Lu Sheng suddenly choked, feeling the numbness in his arms getting heavier and heavier. When he raised his head, his eyes glanced in the direction of the audience, as if he was asking for help.

Yueli's mouth raised slightly, then turned around and followed his line of sight to see where he was sitting...

Swiping his gaze, he suddenly fell on a group of people, his eyes suddenly narrowed.

"Master, is Feng Qingcheng looking at us?" The man immediately said, he felt that the other party was with them.

The masked man's eyes flickered, and Yueli looked at each other, the corners of his mouth immediately rose, his right hand tightened and loosened and finally lowered.

"Maybe!" The masked man said slowly.

Yueli stared at the masked man over there with her eyes for a while, her instinct was this person!

But... is it really him? A final confirmation is needed, and if so, it will be tricky.

Yue Li shook the bipolar knife in his hand, and a little curled up at the corner of his mouth. He turned around and said to Lu Sheng, "Do you want to die or live?"

Lu Sheng looked stiff, let him choose again?

"You can choose," Yueli said.

Lu Sheng looked at her with some suspicion, but his head hesitated and pointed. In fact, he was still worried that Yue Li would give him another whip at any time, and he was really afraid of being beaten.

Yue Li immediately curled her lips and said: "Okay, I will satisfy you."

When the words fell, Yueli immediately lifted the whip and threw it towards Lu Sheng.

Lu Sheng's pupils suddenly shrank, he knew it!

Snapped! Snapped! Snapped!

Whip after whip, Lu Sheng wailed in pain, but did not make a sound.

Some people around watched Yueli go down with a whip and a whip. Their bodies were shaking with each other, and their expressions were always painful.

"Feng Qingcheng's whip is too powerful, right? A few whips of mustard, the flesh of Pope Mo's body is blurred?"

"I feel so painful! To be disappointed, I called out a long time ago, that Pope Mo's disciple is really brave!"