Astonishing Spiritual Master: The Fifth Daughter

Xuanmo Bai stopped. When he turned around, he glanced at the end of his eyes in the hall. His voice was flat, "someone is waiting to accompany you to dinner, so I don't need to accompany you?"

Qiu Qianhe was stunned for a moment, and then his beautiful face raised a smile that even the flowers were pale, "won't you be jealous? If you mind, I'll let him... "

"Master." Xuanmo Bai interrupted Qiu Qianhe with a voice, "you think too much. I just don't like eating here."

After saying that, xuanmo Bai didn't take another look at Qiu Qianhe, turned and left.

Ren Qiu Qianhe didn't look back.

"Qianhe, you lover, are too cold." A beautiful man came out of the hall, looked at the dark white that had disappeared, and his tone was a little sarcastic, "with such a beautiful master around, it would be me..."

"Shut up." Qiu Qianhe turned and glared at him angrily. He suddenly shook her long sleeves and said coldly, "go away."

"Don't be so angry! Don't you still have me with you? " The man came forward, lifted Qiu Qianhe's hair, leaned to the tip of his nose and sniffed, intoxicated on his face.

Qiu Qianhe Feng's eyes were cold, grabbed his neck, looked at his familiar but disgusting face, and said in a piercing voice like a cold winter and a lunar month: "don't think I dare not kill you."

"But you haven't been able to do it." In the face of Qiu Qianhe, who was full of murderous spirit, the man still smiled without a look of fear, "why? Let me guess. "

"You have to say one more word. Although I can't kill you, I can cut off your tongue and feed it to the fish. If you don't believe it, try it." Qiu Qianhe warned him again not to offend her bottom line.

The man raised his hands, but he didn't dare to try. She could do it if she cut her tongue.

Seeing that he was witty and closed his mouth, Qiu Qianhe put down the hand pinching his neck, went to the golden lacquer throne, sat down and asked, "you know I hate your face. Why don't you wear a mask?"

"The mask is gone." The man stood up and said he was innocent of the matter.

"Is there no other mask?"

"You know, that's my only love." The man threw a charming eye to Qiu Qianhe, "just like you."

"Oh!" This time Qiu Qianhe smiled without anger. Looking at him, there was a sad look in his eyes, "love alone? In fact, your heart is like me. You want to kill me. Unfortunately, you can't do it and don't have that ability. "

The man's eyes flashed a touch of cold, but he still smiled and said, "we are the same as each other."

Dark clouds cover the sky, making people feel dull.

Chu Ling refused the feibai carriage and took mianyun to the blacksmith's shop.

Stepping into the shop, Chu Ling went directly to the backyard, "old Guo, have I finished my things?"

The blacksmith shop is small and remote. There is only one blacksmith in the shop. He is still an old man.

"It's already done. I'll wait for you, Hiccup! Come and get it! " There was a small yard behind the blacksmith's shop. An old man with white hair and beard was lying on a chair in the yard with a wine pot in his hand.

The strong smell of wine came to her face. Chu Lingfeng frowned, and mianyun covered her mouth and nose directly.

"Old Guo, wine is a good thing, but drinking too much hurts your body." Chu Ling went to old Guo and looked at his slightly drunk appearance. She was quite helpless.

He was so drunk the last time he came.

"Wine is my old man's confidant." Old Guo tried to open his dozing eyes, staggered down from the recliner and led Chu Ling and them into the place where the iron was made.

He pointed to the things wrapped in blue cloth on the blacksmith table. "They're all inside."

Chu Ling went over, opened the blue cloth and picked up a silver needle as thin as hair.

She threw it gently against the wall with mixed force, and the silver needle was deeply embedded in the stone wall.

Old Guo's slightly drunk look suddenly woke up. He looked at Chu Ling with exploration in his eyes.

This girl is not a spirit. Why is her internal power so deep?

Chu Ling was very satisfied when she saw the effect of the silver needle. She faced the wall, the phantom hand used it, and the silver needle returned to her hand again.

Then he looked down at other concealed weapons.

Old Guo looks silly and drunk all day. Unexpectedly, he is still a good blacksmith.

With a wave of Chu Ling's hand, all the concealed weapons were collected into the Yanfeng treasure chain, and a bag of spirit coins appeared on the iron platform.

"Mr. Guo, this is the agreed price. Would you like to count it?"

Old Guo leaned against the door, looked up, drank wine, wiped the white beard on his mouth, and said, "look, you girl doesn't seem to lie to me, a bad old man."

"Then we'll leave." Chuling smiled over old Guo and walked out.

But without taking a few steps, Chu Ling tilted her head and reached out to catch the wine pot flying from behind.

She looked sideways at old Guo and raised the wine pot in her hand. "I don't know what old Guo means?"

"Oh! I'm old and my hand slipped accidentally. " Old Guo walked to Chu Ling with a smile, reached for the wine pot and said gratefully, "thanks to the girl's good skill, I saved my baby gourd. Thank you very much."

Chu Ling's eyes drooped slightly and said with a smile, "be careful next time."

"Sure, sure." Old Guo said, falling down on the recliner again, holding the wine pot and nodding his eyes.

Chu Ling stared at him for a moment. Without saying anything, she left with mianyun.

"Miss, we are all spirits. Do you need these concealed weapons?" Spiritual people will use their spiritual power for defense. It should be difficult for concealed weapons to work, right?

This is why the blacksmith shop has no business.

"It's not fatal, but it can also be used to escape." Just now, Chu Ling found out the effect of the silver needle pouring into the mixing force.

For people with lower self-cultivation, if they aim at the heart without fortification, they will definitely die at one blow.

If it is higher than hers, there is a 50% probability that it can break the defense without considering the only difference between the two orders.

Mianyun tilted her little head and looked ignorant.

Chu Ling touched her head, "the so-called concealed weapon is..."

Before mianyun finished her explanation, Chu Ling lowered her eyes and glanced around. It seemed that they were surrounded.

"Miss, what is it?" Cotton cloud felt nothing and asked with innocent eyes.

Chu Ling quietly raised the corner of her mouth, put her hand on her head and slid it onto her waist. "The so-called concealed weapon is to be surprised."

As soon as the voice fell, Chu Ling's four concealed weapons had been shot in four different directions.

At the same time, she whirled around with cotton cloud, stepped on the meteor purple micro step, and instantly retreated more than ten meters.

The place where they had stood was hit by awl shaped ice.