Shengshibaojian

About 10 minutes later, the stairwell of the gymnasium was filled with smoke.

Even though it was an extremely hot and unbearable midsummer climate, the stairwell was icy cold, and there was a clear and visible aura everywhere.

Shen Qiu stood up from the mist of spiritual energy, and in just 10 minutes, his life changed drastically. To be precise, his level of cultivation, from the realm of seventh-rank and first-level, to jumping three levels in a row. To the realm of the eighth rank and first level.

He spread his hands and looked at the structure of his body with disbelief.

At this moment, his body is as light as a swallow, his limbs are full of strength, and he feels that there is inexhaustible strength all over his body. As long as he exhales, the spiritual energy will become a condensed solid.

The biggest change is his eyes. The range of vision seen by his eyes is extremely clear. The chandeliers in the stairwell, the steel handrails, and the wooden structures and iron locks on the side windows are all clearly engraved on them like brand marks. between his minds.

In Shen Qiu's heart, there was no joy and cheer. He spread his hands and watched the relics of that door disappear into nothingness in his palms. It was obvious that the reason why he was able to be promoted to the rank of eighth-rank master was all because of Shen Buqi's perfection. .

Shen Buqi completely transferred his 60 years of cultivation level into his body through Taoist relics. At this moment, Shen Qiu was full of energy, but looking at Shen Buqi again, he was as lifeless as an eggplant beaten by frost.

There was no trace of life on his face, his complexion was as pale as paper, and he changed from a vigorous old man to an old man whose life was on the verge of death in an instant.

"Master Shen! I'll take you to the hospital!"

"No need! I can't die!" Shen Buqi insisted on pushing Shen Qiu away, and spoke in such an air: "The spiritual energy in the body is greatly consumed, and the body will boast, and it will recover after a few days of rest! Don't worry about me! I am myself It can be adjusted!"

"Master Shen? Why? Why did you do this? If you pass on the aura to me, it will almost be a disaster for you!"

"Shen Qiu, you don't understand! If I can't get my revenge, it's a disaster for me! Can you understand my current mood? I was tricked by the Japanese people back then. Next month's "Global Appreciation Treasure" It will be held in Ridao, and the old scholar and I can’t keep up with the rhythm, only you! Only you, Shen Qiu, have the strength to represent Yanjing! Represent our older generation of appraisers! Tell them the humiliation you have endured! Who is the overlord of the world's rank masters! Cough cough cough..."

Shen Buqi couldn't help coughing after saying a few words: "Shen Qiu, you haven't seen it yet, have you? Zheng Guangrong's strength is at least the eighth rank, and that kid is the lackey of the Japanese people! Just based on your previous strength , will never be his opponent! So I have to do this! We must guarantee you! Guarantee that you and Zheng Guangrong are on the same starting line... Cough cough cough... You remember one sentence, we Yanjing people The site, we must not let the Japanese people dominate here! Even if he is a genius with golden pupils, you have to drag him down together! Do you understand!"

"Got it, Master Shen!" Shen Qiu blustered, and his blood boiled with Shen Buqi's words: "Master Shen, just watch it! Shen Qiu will definitely not let you down, but you have to listen to me, later Let Pao Ye take you to the hospital to have a look, you have to live! Live to see me deal with those arrogant Japanese islanders!"

……

An unknown alley in Yanjing.

The old scholar forced Xiao Yuhai against the corner of the wall with one hand, looked around with high vigilance, and shouted angrily at Xiao Yuhai: "What the hell are you and that Songcun doing!"

Xiao Yuhai's neck was immediately marked with a dark purple palm mark, probably aware of the fear of death, he hurriedly explained: "Misunderstanding! Old scholar, you really misunderstood, I have no other meaning! I just want to get to know you this way!"

"Xiao Yuhai, if you don't tell the truth again! Go to hell!" The old scholar no longer has the patience to deal with Xiao Yuhai. His eyes were sprinkled with corrosive powder, and he was tricked like this. The killing ring broke out in his heart, and he wished he could break Xiao Yuhai's neck immediately.

call!

A gust of wind whizzed by, and Qianli's shadow appeared behind the old scholar.

This is a figure of a woman. This woman's hair is coiled up high, and she walks cautiously. Her makeup is very white, which makes her face look bloodless. Even in broad daylight, she looks pale. It makes people panic.

"Mr. Lan, you are a businessman, so you don't need to make a move, right? Don't your masters in Beijing pay attention to peace?"

The old scholar's hand didn't leave Xiao Yuhai's neck, and when he turned sideways, he finally saw the woman's cheek clearly. This woman was none other than Songcun's wife, Keiko who always smiled at everyone.

This Keiko wears a floral robe, speaks softly, and moves carefully, giving people the impression that she is a traditional female character in Hijima.

"I've seen it for a long time, Songcun has no good intentions! What's the intention of tricking me here? You Japanese islanders know how to make these fancy things all day long!"

Keiko bowed to the old scholar with a smile on his face: "We have no other intentions. Mr. Xiao also said just now that we just want to get to know the old man through this opportunity. I hope we can have more opportunities next time. Promoting cooperation! The old man misunderstood! Please let go of Mr. Xiao! If this stalemate continues, people will die!"

The old scholar pointed to his eyes scalded by the powder: "Is this the meeting gift for you to know me? Is this the way you Japanese people greet you?"

The old scholar couldn't tell which play Matsumoto was playing for a while, so he let go of Xiao Yuhai a little: "Xiao Yuhai! This matter is not over today! You! You must go back with me!"

"I...an old scholar...Miss Huizi..." Xiao Yuhai leaned against the corner of the wall showing distress, and asked Huizi for help.

Keiko shook his head and said, "Old man, Boss Xiao is our friend, you have no right to take him away, you have to go yourself! Feel free to do so!"

Brush brush!

Two sharp rays of light flashed past, and in an instant, two red iron hooks appeared on the old scholar's arms!

The size of the iron hook is about the same as the fishhooks we usually see, but its whole body is indeed blood red, and the edge of the hook is particularly sharp. The hook slowly overflows.

The old scholar suddenly felt the heart-piercing pain splitting his left and right palms. He felt that the nerves between the palms were being hooked by a woman's hook. The pain caused him to suddenly lose consciousness in both hands, and his hands involuntarily fell from Xiao Yuhai's neck. move up.

"You are also a rank master? You are also a member of the Grand Master Alliance!"

As soon as Keiko made a move, the old scholar immediately reacted. On the surface, this woman was no different from an ordinary Hishima woman, with ordinary looks and even more ordinary words and deeds, but she immediately showed extraordinary strength as soon as she made a move.

At least a second-level seventh-rank expert!

If the old scholar's eyes hadn't been framed, he might still be able to play tricks with the other party, but now his two palms have been hooked up one after another, making all the bones and joints of his body controlled by others.

"You...you are shameless...what tricks are you playing?"

Huizi easily rescued Xiao Yuhai from the old scholar's grasp: "Old man, we have never had any scheming towards you, we only respect you from the beginning to the end! It's the same sentence! I hope to have the opportunity to cooperate in the future !"

"I'll cooperate with your uncle! Little Japan! You better not let me find out anything! Otherwise, you guys won't even think about leaving Yanjing! I, an old scholar, will fight with you to the end even if I risk my life!"

……

Half an hour later, the old scholar returned to the Confucius antique shop.

His eyes were still exuding severe pain, and the bloody cuts on both palms from hooks were vivid in his memory. He thought about the scene of Xiao Yuhai appearing in the antique shop from beginning to end, and finally he thought of a terrifying scene. extreme possibility.