Profound Martial Battle Venerable

On the sixth day, Zuo Song walked into the side palace hall.

“Little brat, it’s time to get out!”

Zuo Song’s voice is marvelous, like the twilight morning sound, thought-provoking. This sound doesn’t seem to be overbearing, but spring wind transform to rain, with a trace of faint trace, awakening the state of mind.

Qin Feng whole body A sea-like atmosphere floats and gradually dissipates.

Qin Feng opened his eyes and looked at the white-browed old man in a Profound Master black robe.

“Old Zuo, it looks like you have good news!”

“Bad news, big bad news!” Zuo Song grimaced, complexion gloomy, but a flash of smile in his eyes betrayed him.

Qin Feng raise the long body, stretched out the qi and blood that stagnate after a long time sitting. “Did Fan Qingshan’s formulation fail!”

Zuo Song glanced at the black robe young man in surprise. “You don’t seem surprised at all, aren’t you surprised?”

“What’s strange, Mo said that with twelve people, that is twenty people, two hundred people, according to his method, it is impossible to condense out Heaven Solitary True Water!”

Qin Feng stepped out of the side palace hall and saw Long Ling, Zhang Mu and a group of twelve people walking in a difficult situation from the Medicine King Palace.

The entire group complexion is gloomy, and occasionally Fan Qingshan’s roaring growl comes from the Medicine King Palace.

“Everything that is useless is you, if not your entire formulation has long been successful!”

“You ruined my formulation!”

……

A bang, a tumbling wave blasted out of the Medicine King Palace.

Bang!

The sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

Qin Feng gaze fell at his feet, and the whole “thing” just fell at his feet.

“Elder Duanmu!”

Qin Feng looked at Duanmu Rong, Duanmu Rong complexion deathly white, and suddenly glanced at the black robe young man, suddenly pu chi, spit a mouthful of blood, complexion pale as paper.

At this moment, Qing Mu stepped out of the side palace hall on the other side, saw Duanmu Rong, who had vomited blood, his face startedled, and a little anger appeared in his eyes.

The figure flashed, and Qing Mu appeared in front of Duanmu Rong, squatting to see Duanmu Rong’s injury.

“No need to watch!” Zuo Song strolled over, gaze faint. “This little baby was hurt by the Qing Ji’s Qingji Mountain Collapse. At this time, the internal organs were shocked, and I didn’t want to get out of bed for half a year!”

Qing Mu slightly startled, raised his head and looked for a look, his face was a little embarrassed. “Elder Zuo!”

Qin Feng suddenly laughed at himself. “It seems fortunate that I quit this formation twelve, otherwise lying here today may not be my Qin Feng!”

Qin Feng hissed, Gaze glanced at Qing Mu.

Qing Mu’s complexion was a little stiff, and he glanced at Zuo Song with a smile behind Qin Feng. Qing Mu resisted the annoyance in his heart.

A loud scream of disciple carried Duanmu Rong away. “Good student takes care of him, give him the best spirit medicine!”

Qing Mu turned his head, Gaze landed on Zuo Song, and the complexion was extremely awkward.

It’s been six days, and for a full six days, Qing Mu didn’t see any improvement on Fan Qingshan.

The spiritual root is dying, and in a few days, the unusually rare Heaven Level Spiritual Root is about to wither.

Qing Mu couldn’t support the pressure anymore.

At this moment, Fan Qingshan in a black robe with a gloomy face came out of the Medicine King Palace, raised his head, and just saw Zuo Song and Qin Feng under the steps.

Why are these two people still here?

Fan Qingshan’s face turned discolored, suddenly sneaked. “Someone is so thick-skinned that he can’t even get away. This person is sometimes cheap!”

Qin Feng said suddenly. “Of course we won’t leave. Master Fan vowed to save the spiritual root. How can we not stay here to see the fun!

Zuo Song interface. “Yes, has Master Fan spiritual root been saved?”

Fan Qingshan has a fever in his old face, more of a shame!

Zuo Song glanced at the Qingshan said with a sneer in the complexion was ugly. “Don’t it be bragging. I can’t think of dignified Grade 4 Profound Master Fan Qingshan. There are also times when the boosting is not drafting!”

Qin Feng sneered. “There are too many Masters these days. Now many people on the street blow one’s own trumpet is Master. This is called blow one’s own trumpet!”

The two appear as double reeds, singing one and one.

The expression on Fan Qingshan’s face became darker and darker, and the water in her eyes almost dripped!

This is hitting his face!

A few days ago, he vowed that he would save the spiritual root.

Qing Mu even kicked out Zuo Song and Qin Feng for this.

But six days have passed! He did nothing!

Even the spiritual root wilted faster in six days!

The disciples of the Medicine King Palace around looked at Fan Qingshan in different colors, and the Fan Qingshan complexion became a pig’s liver color.

Glancing at Qing Mu, whose expression was volatile, Zuo Song sighed. “Unfortunately, people today like to listen to those who profess to be masters of boasting. Someone who really depends on the facts is expected to be around!”

“Since there is no place for the grandfather here!”

Zuo Song glanced at Qin Feng. “Little brat, let’s go!”

Qin Feng bowed his head.

The two moved towards the periphery of the valley.

Qing Mu complexion changed slightly, and figure appeared in front of them.

Zuo Song looked at the azure robe old man in surprise. “Brother Qing Mu, what are you doing?”

Qing Mu looked at Zuo Song with a bitter smile. “Brother Zuo, you do n’t have to embarrass brother. Qing Mu apologizes to you, it ’s wrong for your brother. This spiritual root will wither in a few days. If this spiritual root is withered, how can Peak Lord spare it? brother me! “

There was a hint of bitterness in his eyes, and Qing Mu arched his hand. “Brother Zuo, please be sure to save this spiritual root for your brother!”

Zuo Song was in trouble. “But I remember that Brother Qing Mu didn’t seem to welcome the two of us before? Besides, isn’t this someone treating the spiritual root? There is a person Grade 4 Profound Master here, why ask me for this Little Grade 3 Profound Master! “

There was a smirk in Zuo Song’s mouth.

“Brother Zuo, I apologize for your brother. I did n’t do it for my brother. I neglected to do Brother Zuo. Please forgive me, please!”

Qing Mu is deeply troubled.

“This Fan Qingshan is also true. He is still a Grade 4 Profound Master. Generally speaking, he is still majestic and solemn. Didn’t expect this person to be a flower rack. It can be said that the old man is bitter!”

Dark in my heart. “Okay, this Zuo Song has to be ignorant again. If he can’t satisfy him, I’m afraid the old man will have a hard time explaining to the Peak Lord!”

With a slight hesitation on his face, Qing Mu suddenly fiercely gritted his teeth. “Fan Qingshan, Fan Qingshan, this is your incompetence, but you must blame the old man for not giving you a face!”

Looking up, Qing Mu gaze said on Fan Qingshan. “Brother Fan, since you can’t save the spiritual root, you please!”

please?

This is to catch people!

This is to say that he Fan Qingshan is incompetent!

Fan Qingshan’s face flashed a little blue air!

This is a great insult!

Fan Qingshan, as a Grade 4 Profound Master, is highly respected and distinguished. No matter where he goes, he is the compliment of everyone and the object of respect. He has never been driven away!

Fan Qingshan’s face turned from red to blue, from blue to purple, pointing at Qing Mu, speechless.

Shouted Zuo Song. “Why, someone doesn’t seem to be able to catch it anymore, who’s dead on his face!”

“Zuo Song!” Fan Qingshan gaze slumped on Zuo Song, this is the first time in a lifetime that he has suffered from Zuo Song.

Staring at Zuo Song for a moment, Fan Qingshan sneered for a moment. “Zuo Song, don’t be proud, old man is Grade 4 Profound Master, and you are just Grade 3 Profound Master, old man can’t save spiritual root, I don’t believe you can save it!”

Zuo Song sneered.

sense Hate in Fan Qingshan’s eyes, Qing Mu smiles bitterly, moved towards Zuo Song. “Brother Zuo, I wonder if you are satisfied now?”

Zuo Song faintly muttered to oneself, momentarily fell on the expressionless black robe young man. “Little brat, do you think we should save this spiritual root?”

Suddenly, everyone’s gaze fell on the black robe young man.

(The old rules are still five days. It has been five months a month, and the character is guaranteed. Seek a wave of recommendation tickets, collect, and reward ~)