Fengjue Tianxia: Poison Doctor Seventh Miss

The old man who was originally impatient saw Feng Qingyue's conditioned reflex, his eyes flickered, and he had a strong sense of fighting.It's just that he dared not give him the old man's face, and the registered old man narrowed his eyes again.

Lang Shaobai held his stomach, looked at Feng Qingyue's back, and cried silently.He was ready to be thrown over his shoulder, but Miss Seven actually changed her tactics.

"Come here." The registered old man handed out the watch and the test stone, but secretly tried to give Feng Qingyue a hard time with his hands.

Seeing that the old man wanted to catch her, Feng Qingyue took a big step back decisively, and then threw the little black cat Lan Qi out.With a beautiful and graceful turn, both paper and stone appeared in Feng Qingyue's hands.

Looking at this strange scene, those people didn't see clearly how Feng Qingyue got it.The old man at the registration office also glanced at Feng Qingyue in surprise, what speed is this? [

When everyone was curious, the little black cat squatted on Feng Qingyue's shoulder, looking at those who made a fuss with contempt.As a divine beast, it may not be as good as many divine beasts now, but it can boast that its speed is absolutely unique throughout the ages.

After filling in the name Yue Qingfeng, Feng Qingyue held the stone for testing the age of the bones, and after showing it to the old tester, Feng Qingyue walked slowly to the stage for the test level.

Those who were supposed to be walking below all stopped.Feng Qingyue's ghostly speed just now left a deep impression on everyone.Could it be that this is another genius?What level would he be in the holy rank?Level four, level five, or the improbable level six?In everyone's mind, the lowest level of Feng Qingyue must be above the third level of the Holy Order.

Looking at those eyes from the audience, Feng Qingyue curled up her lips.Those who were paying attention to Feng Qingyue, no matter men or women, were all flickered by this smile.No one can ignore the indisputable beauty of that kind.

Looking at these people, Feng Qingyue slowly released her energy, and under the eyes of everyone, a faint black phantom appeared behind her.Then, there is no more.

No, gone?

The expectant people below all rubbed their eyes.This, this is the holy rank?Just kidding, the ghost's speed alone can't be at the first level of the holy rank.However, against the backdrop of Feng Qingyue's white clothes, that solitary phantom is so eye-catching.