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Doom touched the merits condensed on the branches of the hibiscus tree, like cold water falling into a hot iron pan, instantly evaporating a large amount of smoke.

The smoke dissipated, and a translucent monster less than a palm size appeared on the spot.

The monster was slimy and soft, with a golden-red branch stuck in its head.

The little monster's round eyes blinked, and then slowly opened his mouth towards Kong Wanqing: "Oh!"

Kong Wanqing: "..."

What is going on with the luck of Shrek Academy?

How could Qi Yun transform into a slimy soft monster?

Kind of...

nausea.

No, it should be said to be disgusting.

Kong Wanqing looked at the slimy monster and took a half step back subconsciously.

The little monster didn't know what Kong Wanqing was thinking at this time, or how much Kong Wanqing disliked it. After instinctively jumping on the spot, he "swim" towards Kong Wanqing very happily: "Oh! Um~"

Seeing the little lucky monster getting closer and closer to him, Kong Wanqing finally couldn't help it, and coldly reached out his hand, and pulled the hibiscus tree branch from the little monster's head.

Then, with a "bang", the translucent little monster turned back into a cloud of gas, but it was more than half smaller than before.

The color is exactly the same as the little monster, it is almost translucent white.

Qiyun eight colors, white is middle level.

But Kong Wanqing didn't pay too much attention to the unbearable luck, but didn't know that he took out a paper towel from his sleeve and carefully wiped the hibiscus branch in his hand.

——Although nothing was clean or stained on the branches, he felt that it was dirty inexplicably.

After wiping it twice, I still felt that the diaphragm should respond. Kong Wanqing simply wrapped the branch in a paper towel and pinched it in his hand, planning to take it to the back mountain and wash it in the mountain stream before talking about other things.

However, when Kong Wanqing closed the tissue, the movement of her hand suddenly stopped.

Something is wrong.

How could the breath be so weak?

Fusang is a part of the sacred tree of Fusang. The merits and luck accumulated by the sacred tree of Fusang since ancient times is not to mention unique, it is also extremely terrifying.

Why did he just arouse such a little merit, and the breath of the hibiscus tree branches is almost imperceptible?

Kong Wanqing frowned slowly, took out the hibiscus tree branch again, cut his fingertips, used blood as ink, and drew bloody spells in the air with his hands, while the Jiugong Feixing under his feet moved with the flow.

With his movements, a scarlet formation exuding a frightening atmosphere slowly emerged, and golden-red rays of light escaped from the branches of the hibiscus tree, and finally gathered in the center of the formation, forming branches with dark red leaves. Golden giant tree phantom.

Kong Wanqing, who did not know when to close his eyes, stopped, made a mark with his hands, and punched a ray of light accurately into the hibiscus tree branch with a light chick.

"amnesty!"

The dark red hibiscus tree branches with golden stripes trembled, and slowly fell towards the center of the circle, overlapping with the phantom of the hibiscus tree.

However, at the moment Kong Wanqing opened his eyes, a ray of light suddenly burst from the branches of the hibiscus tree, and the blood-colored light rose to the sky, almost half of the sky was stained with blood red.

The vision came and went fast, and the bloody light in the sky disappeared without a trace in a flash, as if nothing had happened.

Kong Wanqing hadn't noticed, or noticed, the vision just now, but his thoughts at this time were all on the thing in front of him.

——There are three blood-red stones the size of a pigeon egg lying quietly in the circle on the ground.

The three stones are different in size and in different positions.

That is……

Kong Wanqing's palm slowly tightened, and his face looked a little ugly.

Of course he knew what it was, because it was the blood lead that he specially summoned by motivating the residual merits in the hibiscus tree with blood.

——Blood Leading in the Wild, it is the spirit-seeking technique created by the human race in the southern provinces to find the corpses of the relatives who died in the battle. You only need to put an object contaminated with the breath of the dead into the circle, and you can call The bleeding leads to the location of the dead.

Even if the deceased is divided by five horses, all the missing parts can be found through the blood lead.

At this time, there are three blood leads summoned using the hibiscus tree branches as the medium, which means that the hibiscus tree is divided into three parts and located in three places in different directions.

But the hibiscus tree branch in his hand was in a complete shape, and there were no traces left after being forcibly divided.

In this way, someone has stolen the power in the hibiscus tree branches.

"Yuanqing! Are you okay?"

Kong Wanqing backhanded away the hibiscus tree branch and three blood leads, turned around and saw Flanders with a nervous expression, shook his head: "Nothing."

Flender let out a sigh of relief, put away the spirit power that came out of his body, and then pointed to the sky: "Then...what was the situation just now?"

——After the blood lead left the circle, the circle would immediately disappear, so Flander didn't see it when he arrived.

Kong Wanqing followed the direction of Flanders' fingers, glanced at the sky, and then calmly said: "I caused the vision of the talent just now."

Kong Wanqing didn't explain anything.

The theft of the left and right Fusang power was his own business, and it was useless to talk to Flandre.

Flander closed his mouth when Kong Wanqing didn't want to say anything, and swallowed all the doubts back into his stomach: "It's fine if you are fine."

A smile appeared at the corner of Kong Wanqing's mouth: "Thank you for the dean's concern. I will pay attention next time and try not to cause commotion."

"Hey, it's okay." Flender waved his hand: "I'm just here to see the situation. Since there is nothing wrong, I won't be here to disturb you, you continue."

After speaking, Flander who hurriedly left quickly, and by the way also stopped the belated Zao Wou-ki, and then pulled them out of the woods.

Back in the office, Zao Wou-ki pulled away from Flanders' hand, full of question marks: "Hey Flanders, what was the red light just now? Why didn't you let me go over and see?"

Flender recalled Kong Wanqing, the first thing that came to mind was not his extremely immature face, but the extremely reassuring calmness.

When Kong Wanqing talked with him, Flender would subconsciously ignore his age and treat him as a peer.

But the red light just now gave him a bit of fear.

At the same time, I also recalled what Shao Xin said.

I saw Flander sighed slightly: "Old Zhao, Kong Wanqing is very likely not an ordinary person."

"It's still something for you? I've seen it a long time ago." Zao Wou-ki subconsciously touched the wound that had just been bandaged, and curled his lips: "Normally, a twelve-year-old hairy boy might easily defeat me. Is it dignified?

Also, a twelve-year-old young man, can he create something that can trap you Flanders for a full quarter of an hour... a formation?

Someone really needs to be so good at the age of twelve. I will tell you about the teaching building on the spot!"

Flender was silent for a while, but he was surprisingly not complaining about Zao Wou-ki: "Then what status do you think he might be?"

This time it was Zao Wou-ki's turn to remain silent, but he did not remain silent for too long. He suddenly reached out and touched the back of his head, and said uncertainly: "In his situation, I can only think of two possibilities.

Or, he is a rebuilt one hundred thousand year soul beast."

"I have discussed this possibility with Old Shao, but I think it is unlikely." Flender shook his head: "There is a limit to the conversion of a hundred thousand year soul beast to an adult, and that is the need to rebuild soul power from an early age.

Even if he was converted to a ten thousand year soul beast, it was impossible to obtain a soul sage cultivation status at the age of twelve."

"That's right." Zao Wou-ki all thought: "Then there is only the second possibility."

Flander raised his eyebrows, a little curious: "Oh? What's possible?"

Zao Wou-ki's stubby eyebrows were frowned together, and he said very solemnly: "The hermit of the game world!"

"..." Flander rolled his eyes, raised his hand and slapped Zao Wou-ki's head: "Why don't you say that he is a fairy from the lower realm?"

Zao Wou-ki held his head and argued: "Maybe they really are?"

Flander sneered: "Oh, just talk, what are you running?"