MTL - The Transmigrated Senior Martial Brother-Chapter 42 Bifurcation

Liu Zhongchi has turned into a group of black ash disappeared in the same place, leaving only a group of flames burning in the center of the house. Under their gaze, the flame ignited the smaller, and finally there was only a small lotus-shaped flame.

It took only a moment for the flame to have the life of Liu Zhongchi. Even though it looked like a thumb at the moment, Qin Mo did not dare to smack it.

"It turned out to be a red lotus fire!" The little fox’s slightly emotional voice rang.

Seeing the doubts in Qin Mo’s eyes, it paused and said: “Red Lotus Fire is a kind of heaven and earth fire. It is different from the powerful Thunderfire in your body. It is the best fire in the real world. With the power of its own flame, it can help the monk to produce high-quality medicinal herbs. Of course, as a kind of heaven and earth fire, its attack power is not to be underestimated, even if it is only a small part of the red lotus fire, it is enough I want the life of Liu Zhongchi."

"A small part?" Qin Mo's face flashed a strange color, and the mouth meditation of these words.

"Oh, of course, it is only a small part. It is hard to see the body of Honglianhuo. If this is really the body, Liu Zhongchi has already been burned to ashes by the moment he came into contact with the red lotus fire flame. Let him use this flame so much. But even if it is only a small part, then Liu Zhongchi has no ability to surrender it completely. He died this time because of this red lotus fire."

The voice of the little fox just fell, and the fire of the red lotus fire in front of the eyes was a bright moment, and it suddenly disappeared into the place.

The red lotus fire suddenly disappeared from their eyes. Qin Mo’s hand holding the long sword could not help but tighten, and the body leaned forward slightly.

Seeing the discreet action of Qin Mo, the little fox smiled: "The part of the Red Lotus Fire will be recalled by the body of Qing Lian Huo."

Having said that, the little fox has disappeared in the original position, and there is only a faint echo in the air: "The next thing you can solve yourself, the fox must rest!"

Before he even said something about Qin Mo, there was an unbelievable voice from the boy: "He was so dead, so he died..."

When Qin Mo turned his head, he saw that the juvenile eyes were already red, and his hands were tightly clenched into fists, and the feet were stepping on the pile of black ash. After a long while, it was finally confirmed that Liu Zhongchi was dead. The young man sat on the ground and laughed loudly: "Good! Good! Good!"

Then he turned his eyes and looked at Qin Mo. The young boy’s eyes had no previous color of death. His eyes were shining, his eyes seemed to fall into the stars, and he looked at Qin Mo’s word. Said: "Thank you!"

I heard the boy say this, Qin ink face is indifferent, only the right hand touched the falling sword in his hand uncomfortably. The tone said faintly: "He was not killed by me, and I was only for myself. ”

Listening to Qin Mo said, the boy snorted and did not care, as if he had thought of something, said: "You come with me!"

After saying this, the teenager went straight to the innermost wall and reached out and slowly explored it.

Just listening to the "beep", the original complete wall slowly divided into two halves from the middle, which revealed a wide passage. The young man turned and nodded in the direction of Qin Mo, indicating that he followed, and took the lead. .

Qin ink stepped in the foot and clenched the sword in his hand, and he went in with him.

Inside is a narrow passageway, and the walls on both sides of the passage are inlaid with many night pearls, which brighten the original dark space.

After walking about half a cup of tea, Qin Mo only felt that the horizon had become wider. The two had already arrived in another completely different room. Seeing the scene inside, Qin Mo’s eyes also crossed. A trace of horror.

It seems that I was aware of the horror of Qin Mo. The boy pointed to the wooden frame filled with jade bottles. The face showed a relaxed smile for the first time. He said: "There are all the medicines made by Liu Zhongchi, although he It is a vicious person, but he is a real-class Xuan-class Dan, and most of the medicinal herbs here are Xuan-class medicinal herbs."

The jade bottles are neatly placed on the wooden frame, and even though the jade bottle is separated, Qin ink seems to clearly smell the scent of the medicinal herbs.

Qin Mo only felt a sinking in his hand, and a black Qiang Kun bag appeared in his hand. Immediately, he heard a young and fast voice: "This is the Qiankun bag of Liu Zhongchi. There should be some good things inside. He used to I didn’t fully grasp the red lotus fire, I was afraid that the Qiankun bag was destroyed, and I never dared to bring it with me. It’s cheaper for you!”

Holding the Qiankun bag and looking at the rare look of the boy's face, Qin Mo nodded and said slowly: "It is cheaper for us."

The youngster glimpsed, and after a moment, his mouth was slightly raised, and he laughed loudly, and the pleasant laughter was slowly spread out in the whole space.

Qin Mo brows slightly wrinkled, do not quite understand the meaning of this laughter.

Like a smile, the boy stood by the wooden frame, his eyes glowed with faint luster, and he said softly, "It is really cheap!"

Then he looked positive on his face, his eyes fixed on Qin ink, and slowly said: "My name is Lingyun."

Did not understand the young man's psychology, Qin Mo still just nodded, replied: "Qin Mo." When the voice fell, it opened the hands of the Qiankun bag.

Qin Mo is so, Ling Yun is not annoyed, only with a smile on his face, standing on the side and watching the movement of Qin Mo quietly.

The gods have just entered the Qiankun bag of Liu Zhongchi. Qin Mo found that there are so many things inside. When I look at it, I see a pile of Lingshi piles in it, and there are some jade slips alongside the Lingshi. There are also some other bits and pieces in the Dan furnace.

Qin Mo did not pay attention to those Lingshi, directly took those jade Jane out, and told Ling Yun to check with him. Lingyun stunned and picked up a jade slip at hand.

Qin Mo put the gods into one of the jade articles. He only felt that there was a green color in the gods, and there was a row of handwritings appearing in his mind.

Since ancient times, there have been many interfaces in the realm of cultivation. Among these numerous interfaces, there are such high and low points. The advanced interface has more resources than the lower-level interface, the concentration of aura is high, and the cultivation of monks is also more advanced.

I don't know when from the door of the high-level interface, the unintentional interface that they unintentionally discovered - Weihaijie as a place of selection, let many young and talented disciples in the low-level interface enter it for selection. Finally, the best disciples were selected to allow them to enter the major sects of the advanced interface.

It can be said that this trial is the best way for the disciples of the low-level interface to get ahead. Of course, there are also high and low points in the low-level interface. The Hanshan community behind Liuzhongchi is a powerful low-level interface.

The convenience of Qin Mo’s place is Weihai. The transmission array in the secret of Huang Tian is the transmission array used by the blue sky to send the disciples to the Weihai world. Just tens of thousands of years ago, because of some unknown reasons, no one in the blue sky has known the role of this transmission array. Qin Mo came here under the yin of misunderstanding. He did not know whether he was lucky or not.

When Qin Moxin was a little embarrassed, Ling Yun took a shot of Qin Mo’s shoulder. Qin Mo went back and saw Ling Yun’s jade Jane in his hand, with an excited smile on his face: “This What is recorded here is the practice of the dragon."

Hearing the dragons and dragons, Qin Mo’s eyes are also bright. The power of this law is that he has seen it. Now he has a chance to get it. Of course he is also very happy. He quickly took out a jade slip from the Qiankun bag and burned it. Minute.

In a remote tomb in the distance, a Tsing Yi man opened his eyes and looked cold in the depths of his eyes. He said: "Liu Zhongchi is dead!"

His voice just fell, and the next one rang a pointed male voice: "How is it possible that Liu Zhongchi is not in the north? There are even rare monks in the spiritual silence, who can kill him..."

Before he finished, he felt the cold eyes of the Tsing Yi man, and the words in his mouth also came down: "Brother, I am not skeptical about you."

The Tsing Yi man only glanced at him coldly and then said: "Someone moved his dragon and jade."

When I heard this, the people around me were quiet. The dragons and jadeites were generally only open to the talents. When the jade was opened by others, it means that its original owner had died.

"Oh, there are people who dare to kill us in the Hanshan world!" The voice of anger came from the side.

The Tsing Yi man closed his eyes again and said in a mouthfulness: "Reassured, I will help him revenge!"

At the same time, Qin Mo and Ling Yun split the spirits and the medicinal herbs, and after Ling Yun confirmed the safety here, Qin Mo was retired here.

Looking at the black ash in the Dan furnace, Qin Mo’s cold face has changed a bit. In the end, he could only sigh. At the beginning of the Liu Zhongchi’s Qiankun bag, there was a jade slip about alchemy. After Qin ink closed, I started to refine.

Unlike the successful cultivation of the dragon, the retreat for three months, to this day, he can not refine even the simplest yellow-grade medicinal herbs. He clearly rectified according to the steps, and one of the steps did not go wrong. Some people in the heart doubt the correctness of the method recorded in this jade.

After changing a clean robes, Qin Mo walked outside. Perhaps it is a psychological reason. Compared with the quick cleansing, Qin Mo prefers to change into a clean clothing.

Just out of the interior, Qin Mo saw a new Dan furnace in the house originally used by Liu Zhongchi for alchemy, and Ling Yun was standing in front of the Dan furnace to refine the medicinal herbs.

"Qin Mo, are you out?" Seeing Qin Mo's figure, Ling Yun stopped the action in his hand and asked with a smile.

When Liu Zhongchi died, Lingyun was no longer the dead-faced appearance. He became cheerful and laughed. He handed out a jade bottle and handed it to Qin Mo’s hand. He said: “The Gutian Dan here has been eaten by us. So I made a stove myself, I didn't expect the first alchemy to succeed!"

Upon hearing this, Qin Mo’s hand holding the jade bottle was tight, and he succeeded once.

"Ha ha ha, Qin Mo, you admit, you do not have alchemy talent!" The little fox's slightly arrogant voice rang in Qin Mo's ear, it used the sound, Ling Yun did not hear.

"What's wrong?" Seeing Qin ink's more indifferent look, Ling Yun's heart is somewhat puzzled.

"Nothing, thank you!" Before Lingyun reacted, Qin Mo took out the black cloak used by Liu Zhongchi before putting it on his body. When he was in shape, he stood on the flying sword and said, "I am going out!" ”

When Liu Zhongchi brought it here, Qin Mo’s body was always tied, but he clearly remembered the route they walked, so he came to the former town very smoothly at this moment.

Looking at the three characters of "Wuzhou City" engraved on the wall, Qin Mola pulled the black robe on his body and walked slowly.

Different from the situation when leaving the city, when entering the city, it is necessary to pay Lingshi. Qin Mo looked at the long queue in front of him. He did not say much, and stood in the same place quietly.

When it was the turn of Qin Mo, he put down ten pieces of Lingshi directly on the table and walked up to the city. But before he left, he was stopped.

The man sat behind the table, leaning freely on the back, looking up and down with Qin Mo, and said: "If you are unidentified, you need to pay twenty pieces of the lower stone."

Qin Mo glanced around, but here he was alone with a cloak to cover his face. He got a lot of Lingshi from Liu Zhongchi, and at this moment he did not hesitate to take out ten pieces of Lingshiling from the Qiankun bag again. In front of the man.

Looking at the action of Qin Mo, the eyes of the man are bright, and there is a greedy radiance in the eyes. This black man is so obedient, the strength must not be strong. When he thinks of it, he brows his face and reaches out and stops the Qin Mo again. : "I said that you can go? Give another twenty pieces of Lingshi!"

Qin Mo acted and suddenly understood that this person wanted to blackmail him. He had a cold eyes and did not intend to pay attention to this person. He knocked down the man’s arm in front of him and walked inward.

"Bold!" The man saw Qin Mo, his face sank and quickly stood up, and the long knife in his hand was also cut in the direction of Qin Mo.

Feeling the sharp attack of the long knife, Qin Mo brows a wrinkle, a wave of his right hand, a powerful spiritual power surged out of his hands, flying in the direction of the man.

"Hey!" A loud noise, the long knife in the man's hand fell to the ground, his body also back a few steps in this hit.

The man stood up from the ground with some wolverines, and looked at Qin Mo with his eyes in his eyes. The long knife in his hand crossed his chest and said: "Let's go, you dare to commit a crime in Wuzhou City!"

His voice just fell, and everyone outside the city gate felt that there was a shadow in the cave. Several figures appeared here, and Qin Mo was tightly surrounded.

The previous man wiped the blood on his lips, and snorted, staring at the shadow of Qin Mo: "Toasting, not eating and drinking! Give it to me!"

His voice just fell, and the few people exuded a strong killing. The long knife in their hands reflected the chilling light in the sunlight, and the original gate of the city suddenly quieted down. The people around me silently watched the scene of the confrontation between Qin Mo and this group of people.

"what happened?"

The author has something to say: Thanks to the dead landlord for not killing the landmines, what?

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