I was favored by the evil god, and I became a white-bone bodhisattva.

Of course, He Jianjiao acted crazily and did everything he could to gain a foothold in Zhao State, which did make everyone disgusted.

The most typical example is: Eight or nine years ago, King Zhao was seriously ill. After my master went to the palace to see him, he said that the king was about to die and there was no hope for him.

He Jianjiao used some unknown and sinister method to extend the life of King Zhao for nearly ten years.

Why do you say that?

The huge palace became gloomy and gloomy, and He Jianjiao had to enter the palace every few days to deal with strange things. This was obviously the sequelae of King Zhao's life-extending surgery.

Without talking about other things, just looking at the serious consequences, do you think the method he used was sinister or not?

"My Painted Skin Pavilion was once the largest sect in the world, so when Master does things... he has a bottom line and a sense of propriety."

Wuxiang looked at Tangtang, a moral role model among the top cultivators, and quickly changed his words and added a qualifier.

"That's not the case with Senior He. We are really worried about him joining us."

..............

No matter how worried you are, now that things have become a foregone conclusion, you have no choice but to accept it!

Qianmian sat alone in the VIP seat, silently looking at the cultivators from Zhao State who came to congratulate him.

Most of them were unknown people. The slightly famous ones were the leader of the Bantan Gang, He, and the theater foreman next to him who was painted with red and white face.

The God of Hell did not come, and he didn't even send a representative to show his support. The same was true for the Clay Figurine Workshop.

For a moment, Qianmian regretted coming here in person. If he had known earlier, he should have sent Wuxiang over to show his appreciation.

"Master Qianmian Pavilion is so honored to have come. I'm so sorry for not welcoming you in person!"

He Jianjiao walked towards Qianmian with a big laugh. The latter laughed dryly, said some polite words, and then started drinking alone.

Qianmian originally wanted to drink until the end of the party and then leave immediately.

Unexpectedly, after walking around, He Jianjiao sat down next to him and started chatting enthusiastically.

"How is the Thousand Faces Pavilion Master recovering from his injuries? I have some healing medicine here, can you take some back?"

"Thank you. I also have the healing elixir in the Painted Skin Pavilion."

"Speaking of which, who on earth injured the Pavilion Master so badly? If the Pavilion Master needs my help, I will definitely not refuse!"

"Palace Master He, please don't worry about this matter."

Qianmian responded indifferently, but He Jianjiao seemed unaware and kept on looking like he was being ignored.

"The king's messenger has arrived—"

Even when the envoy of King Zhao arrived, He Jianjiao did not ignore Qianmian at all, which made the latter feel uneasy.

"Is this guy asking me for help? Otherwise, why would he do this?"

..........

After three rounds of drinks, all the other guests left, except Qianmian, who was pestered by He Jianjiao and refused to leave.

"Palace Master He, it's just you and me now. If you have anything to say, just speak up."

He Jianjiao nodded and raised his left arm.

A green snake slowly poked its head out from the sleeve, and its cold gaze actually made Qianmian feel a little uncomfortable.

"This snake is extraordinary!"

After Qianmian said this simply, he looked at He Jianjiao and waited for his follow-up.

"This snake is indeed extraordinary, what a pity, Pavilion Master, please take a look."

He Jianjiao pointed at a yellow scale on the green snake and said helplessly: "If the last piece of scale can never be shed, it will be like this for the rest of its life."

so?

"I thought that if I could refine a snake bead, maybe it could help it."

He Jianjiao said slowly: "As for the most critical material for refining the snake beads, I am going to ask the Pavilion Master for it."

"What material? You..."

Before he could utter the words "What are you going to exchange for?", Qianmian saw the Immortal pointing his right palm towards him with a grim smile.

Chapter 262 Nine Dragons Seize the Pearl

Qianmian really never expected that He Jianjiao would suddenly attack him.

This completely goes against the tacit understanding between the immortals. Even if this person has no bottom line or sense of propriety, he should not do this.

This is complete nonsense! After all, even if his injuries have not healed, He Jianjiao can't...

With a muffled groan, Qianmian was completely pierced by the gaze of that strange eyeball.

His whole body began to tremble uncontrollably, and in an instant, the shadow of death loomed over his heart.

"Hahahahaha"

He Jianjiao laughed wildly: "Master Qianmian, you are careless, really too careless! But it's no wonder. After all, this hall master has no magic weapons, no top evil weapons, and no extinction phase. How can I deal with you?"

As he said this, he pressed down Qianmian's chubby head with his right hand.

"It's your bad luck. If you were in your prime, I would have targeted the other two."

Alas, I was still a little unconfident before.

To be on the safe side, I chose Qianmian, who was injured.

But now seeing Qianmian looking helpless, He Jianjiao began to laugh at his own previous caution.

"First, I'll use you to refine the snake beads, and then, well, try to subdue a few immortal-level subordinates."

He Jianjiao's self-confidence swelled infinitely. He held Qianmian in one hand and walked slowly towards his treasure house.

"You, if you do this, you will become the target of public criticism. The State of Zhao, the State of Zhao, will not tolerate you."

Qianmian said these words reluctantly and incoherently.

what!

"If Zhao State cannot accommodate me, there are other places in the world that can accommodate me. You don't need to worry about it."

He Jianjiao was not trying to be brave. As long as Zhao State could preserve its vitality, he did not necessarily have to stay in Zhao State.

Seeing that He Jianjiao was determined to use him to refine some snake beads, Qianmian gritted his teeth and finally made up his mind to transfer his consciousness.

Once upon a time, when he went to the grassland to chase Tangtang, the little finger of his right hand was injured by the lizard robe of Tongtian Shaman.

The injury on the little finger has not healed yet, and he is currently recuperating in a wooden box in a quiet room in the Painted Skin Pavilion.

This was not a retreat that Qianmian deliberately left behind, but now it gave him a glimmer of hope.

.......

The Evil Eye's suppression of Thousand Faces includes both physical and spiritual aspects.

To be honest, it is almost impossible for Qianmian to complete the transfer of consciousness under its nose.

However, considering that Qianmian was round and chubby and quite likable to little girls, Xieyan let him off a little.

click -

In a quiet room somewhere in the Painted Skin Pavilion, the sound of a wooden box falling to the ground seemed particularly harsh.

A small figure crawled out from inside, it was Thousand Face with blood coming out of all seven orifices!

He wiped his face while panting, then triggered the alarm in the quiet room with great difficulty.

Soon, the disciples of the Painted Skin Pavilion rushed over in a menacing manner.

"Master?!"

Wuxiang pushed away his junior brother who was blocking him and knelt down in front of Qianmian in a hurry.

"Master, how can you..."

"He Jianjiao plotted against me, lead your disciples to seek refuge quickly!"

After forcing himself to say this, Qianmian completely fainted.

"Master, Master!"

Wuxiang was in a state of confusion. At this moment, several elders from the Painted Skin Pavilion came up behind him and said in a deep voice, "The Pavilion Master has not returned yet, and now his clone has given a warning. Wuxiang, don't delay, and quickly arrange for the disciples to take shelter."

The cultivation bases of these elders are all above Wuxiang, but since the Pavilion Master's incarnation has entrusted the matter to the latter, they can only assist.

"it is good!"

After carefully picking up Qianmian and putting him back into the wooden box, Wuxiang led his disciples to evacuate the headquarters in a hurry.

For a second he thought of asking Tangtang for help, but the situation was still unclear and it would not be wise to rashly involve the little girl.

"Master, what happened? Please wake up soon."

.......

"Dragon Boat Race, what is that?"

Picking up a cleverly designed flyer from the ground, the little girl asked in confusion.

"I've never heard of such a competition. Let me take a look."

Hua Qiaodie didn't mind the dirtiness and also picked up a flyer from the ground and started reading it.

The so-called dragon boat race is very similar to ordinary rowing competition, but a little more complicated.

The team that reaches the finish line first in a rowing race wins.

This dragon boat race has a restriction - the team that pushes the [Dragon Ball] across the finish line first will be the winner.

"Unprecedented, a specially made dragon-shaped boat! Nine dragons seizing the pearl?"

The little girl was attracted by the novel words on the flyer, but when she saw that the organizer of the event was Yanglong Temple, she couldn't help but frowned slightly.

"What's wrong?" Seeing her like this, Hua Qiaodie asked curiously.

"Wu Xiang said last time that the Dragon Breeding Hall Master is a person without any bottom line or sense of propriety."

"Tangtang really wants to participate in this dragon boat race, but..."

It turned out to be the case.

Hua Qiaodie thought for a moment and said, "People are people, and competition is competition. We can look at the two separately. Besides, Tangtang, you haven't seen that guy in person. Maybe he's not as bad as your friends say."

Tangtang felt that Wuxiang was not the kind of person who would talk nonsense, but Hua Qiaodie's words also made sense.

The little girl hesitated for a moment, but finally decided to participate!

"The dragon boat race is a team event. I will go to the academy to recruit people tomorrow."

After a pause, Miss Hua muttered again: "If Qin is willing to help, the remaining seven people can be gathered within half a day."

........

Of course Qin Sixian was willing to help with such a small favor.

Encouraged by the two young ladies, the six strongest young men in Jinxiu Academy are gearing up to win the championship.

Why six?

It's simple. The last spot in the competition was taken by a mysterious cloaked man.

"Wow--"

On the day of the competition, when the little girl saw the round "Dragon Ball", her braids trembled and she looked very excited.

She really liked round things, and for some reason, the big round ball seemed familiar to her.

Tangtang quickly went over and patted it. It was soft and cool, and felt quite good.

"Hahahahaha"

Accompanied by a arrogant laugh, He Jianjiao appeared in front of Tangtang and Madam Zhu who was hiding in the dark.

"My dear friend, this dragon ball of He is quite good, isn't it?"

"Hello"

The little girl greeted He Jianjiao and nodded, saying, "It's a very good ball, very good!"