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Chapter 138
Xia Qinghe turned around, looked at the wounds on the hands of the two elders, and smiled.

The two elders narrowed their eyes, showing fear.

"If there is a next time, it won't be as easy as hurting your hand."

After speaking, Xia Qinghe turned and left.

At the time of the Three Kingdoms Grand Competition, the people of Chaofeng Kingdom could not move for the time being.

*
The yellow halo in the sky dissipated completely, and the sky darkened.

The bright moon hangs high in the sky, the bright and soft moonlight diffuses, and the leisurely and quiet Tsinghua Residence is silent.

At the end of an evergreen-like long corridor, tender green flower branches are wrapped around the window lattice, blocking the faint figures.

In the room, on the table of tianhua yellow wood pear, a black lacquered stone stands still.

Xia Qinghe picked up the Heitian Stone, channeled his spiritual power, and there was a crisp "click", and the Heitian Stone shattered in response, and the hard and dark skin fell off, revealing a little purple awn inside.

Pushing aside the broken and messy gravel, the purple awn inside revealed its original appearance.

He picked it up with his jade hand and placed it under the pear flower oil lamp at the corner of the table, the hazy yellow light shone on the piece of amethyst.

As the name suggests, amethyst is crystal clear, lavender all over, and faintly shimmers with purple stars under the light.

Xia Qinghe's cold brows were stained with a smile, he moved his fingers lightly, and placed the amethyst stone on the table. Then, his spiritual power circulated, and all the cultivation bases at the peak of the ninth rank of the Lingzong were condensed on his fingertips, and a white light suddenly flew from his fingertips. Shoot out and hit the amethyst stone on the table.

As soon as the white light fell on the amethyst stone, it immediately faded like white smoke at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally disappeared directly.

At the same time, the original lavender color of the amethyst deepened slightly.

"Sure enough, it's the Soul Devouring Purple Sky Crystal."

Devouring Purple Sky Crystal, the appearance is the same as Heitianshi, but inside it is a piece of purple crystal, which has the ability to devour and absorb spiritual energy.

Any spiritual power that attacks it will be swallowed and absorbed by it and converted into its own energy, and not only that, the amethyst is also equivalent to an existence like an energy mustard space, which can purify the absorbed spiritual power and use it for itself .

Expensive things are rare, and the Soul Devouring Amethyst Crystal works against the sky, and its rarity is also unimaginable.

It can be said that among hundreds of millions of Heidian stones, only a few pieces of Violet Sky Crystal can be encountered.

Xia Qinghe looked at the slightly dark lavender color on the amethyst stone, and chuckled. She was worried that the main material of the refining weapon was not powerful enough. Now that she had this piece of purple sky crystal, the magic weapon would not be refined. Worse.

After receiving the Purple Sky Crystal, Xia Qinghe entered the space and began to practice.

The next day.

Xia Qinghe didn't go to see the Three Kingdoms Competition, but went to Fengyun Auction House, and walked into a room familiar to him.

"Master." Yue Banliu was taken aback for a moment, then got up.

"Have they arrived yet?"

"Qian Shang and others arrived yesterday, and I asked someone to take them to Xiyuan."

"Okay, take me to see them."

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In Xiyuan, the emerald green branches are stretched out, colorful and colorful.

On a stone pier, a man was crossing his legs, holding a tender grass leaf in his mouth: "Qian Shang, why do you think the master suddenly called us here? Could it be that he has assigned us some mission?"

On the rockery, a man in black sat cross-legged and practiced with his eyes closed. Hearing the words, he remained unmoved.

The man with Erlang's legs curled his lips, he was really a boring gourd.

In the distance, shallow footsteps came, and at the same time, a cool and pleasant female voice sounded.

"There is indeed a mission."

The man on the stone pier suddenly started up, spat out the grass in his mouth, "Master?"

The man on the rockery also opened his eyes suddenly and jumped down.

Xia Qing and Yue Banlian walked over.

Zener straightened himself.

"Master." Qianshang called out, his normally indifferent eyes filled with excitement.

Xia Qinghe nodded, "You have worked hard."

There are many thousands of killing sects, all these years have been managed by them.

The two showed joy.

After a few words of pleasantries, Xia Qinghe said: "Call the rest of the people over and tell you I have something to do."

Zener nodded, quickly went to several rooms in Xiyuan, and called several people out.

Not long after, several people arrived.

"Master, I don't know what's going on?" Qian Shang stood straight.

"What do you think is the current strength of the Thousand Killing Clan?"

Several people lowered their eyes and thought quietly. They are all the core members of the Thousand Killing Clan. From its establishment to its rise, and now the power of the Thousand Killing Clan is spreading all over the sky, deterring the forces of all corners and lakes. To be honest, they are extremely proud and satisfied of.

Zener uttered his thoughts frankly, and everyone except Qian Shang nodded in agreement.

Xia Qinghe looked at Qianshang, "What does Qianshang think?"

"Fair." Qian Shang spat out two words.

After a pause, Xia Qinghe said, "The Qianshamen's power is far from enough."

Several people were surprised, they thought that the Thousand Killing Clan was not very good in the master's mind, but it was definitely not bad, but they didn't expect the master to say that it was far from enough.

Xia Qinghe continued: "There are people out there, and it's true that the Qianshamen forces can deter Yun Huang, but what I want is not deterrence, but awe."

Fear leads to reverence, and extreme reverence leads to fear.

It is so powerful that no one dares to offend it, and I am in awe of it.

The few people were startled, and the blood in their hearts was gradually boiling.

That's right, what is deterrence, what Qianshamen wants is always the ultimate.

Seeing this, Xia Qinghe raised her eyebrows lightly: "How about it, are you trustworthy?"

"Trust!" A word without thinking, but firm and firm.

They believe in their master, and they also believe in themselves, the Thousand Killing Clan will eventually become the top and most unique force!

"Okay." Xia Qinghe nodded, as long as he has the heart.

The sleeves swayed slightly, and four space rings appeared in an instant.

"This is····?"

Xia Qinghe remained silent, and with a movement of his divine sense, hundreds of bottles of pills flew out of the four space rings in an instant.

In an instant, the bluestone ground of the entire Xiyuan was covered with pill bottles.

The pill bottles are neatly arranged, and the bottles are divided into three colors: white, red and green.

"The white bottle is a healing pill, the red bottle is a breakthrough pill, and the green bottle is a marrow-washing pill." Xia Qinghe explained one by one.

"So many pills?" Zena exclaimed. They knew that the master was very skilled in alchemy, but the master took out hundreds of bottles of pills in one go.

What a few people didn't know was that with the existence of the Zhaoling Supreme Cauldron, it only took Xia Qinghe one night to refine these pills.

With a wave of his sleeves, countless pill bottles were received into the space ring again.

Xia Qinghe handed the ring to Qianshang, "You keep these pills, after ten days, I want to see a Qianshamen whose strength has increased dramatically."

"Yes."

Qianshang said in a deep voice with a firm tone.

"Although the elixir is good, the Thousand Killing Gate I want to see is not an empty shelf made up of elixir."

"Yes, Qianshang understands."

"Okay, you guys set off immediately, and I will go to the headquarters of Qianshamen in a month's time."

The eyes of Qianshang and the others suddenly brightened.

The number of times the master has gone to the Thousand Killing Gate in these years is very few, and they never expected to go to the Thousand Killing Gate now.

Thinking about it, several people resigned, suppressing their excitement, and set off immediately.

*
In the afternoon, at the venue of the Three Kingdoms Competition.

As soon as Xia Qinghe took the seat, he sensed something was wrong, "What happened?"

Qi Yun shook his head and pointed to the light curtain.

On the light curtain, Yun Yao still topped the list, winning [-] games in total.

Caesar and Chaofeng were tied, winning 12 games together.

Xia Qinghe frowned, yesterday he was three games ahead of Chaofeng after Nishizawa, and now he is even with Chaofeng in one morning.

After thinking about it, Xia Qinghe said again: "In the eight competitions in the morning, Caesar only won one?"

Qi Yun nodded, with a hint of worry on his warm and jade-like face.

A voice came from beside him, "Oh, Boss, you were not here this morning, but I don't know, what kind of luck did we, Caesar, have to fight with the people from Chaofeng Kingdom twice, but we lost. After three fights, we only won one."

One person was dejected, "Yes, we Caesar fought five games in a row, but lost four games in a row."

"Well, the faces of the two elders protecting the country at that time were..."

The man's voice faded away.

There was a dejected look around them. Yesterday they were very happy, and even thought about pulling Yun Yao off the horse, but they lost four games in a row today. Now, now they don't think about anything, they just think about the next good competition, Caesar I can't lose anymore.

"Number 40, the competition begins." Mo Fu's voice rose.

The people from Chaofeng and Yunyao entered the stage.

After a stick of incense, Yun Yao wins.

"Number 40, the competition begins."

It was Yunyao and Chaofeng who entered the stage again.

After dozens of rounds, Chao Feng won.

"No.40 three games, the competition begins."

Yunyao and Chaofeng's people entered the stage again.

At the Nishizawa table, there were people who were both happy and worried. The happy ones were that Nishizawa would not lose without playing, and the worry was that Nishizawa would have no chance to win back if he could not play.

After another two moments, the competition ended, and the people from Yunyao Kingdom won.

"No. 40 four games, the competition begins." Mo Fu shouted as usual.

Finally, someone at Caesar's seat came to the stage.

"Xizawa, Zhou Yun."

"Yun Yao, Yan Jie."

Zhou Yun looked at the opponent in front of her with fierceness hidden in her eyes.

"Drink—" He started to drink with a clear voice.

Zhou Yun stepped forward with her right leg, "Fenglei Palm."

Then, a cloud of black mist instantly rose from Zhou Yun's palm.

"Seventh Grade Spiritual Disciple." Someone saw Zhou Yun's cultivation.

Yan Ji raised his brows with a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth, "Earth Shaking Art."

The sound of "Boom" sounded, Yan Jie swung his arm, and the Earthquake Art flew out in the air.

The ninth grade of spiritual disciples.

Outside the arena, someone knew that Yan Jie had won the match nine out of ten.

Zhou Yun's pupils constricted suddenly as the coercion of the Earthquake Jue came.

"Yeah." With a muffled hum, Zhou Yun took a few steps back, with blood spilling from the corner of her mouth.

The difference between two grades is like a gap.

Zhou Yun gritted her teeth, unwillingness flashed in her eyes.

"Shua——" Zhou Yun pulled out the soft sword at his waist, injected the little spiritual power left, and the soft sword straightened instantly.

Yan Jie smiled contemptuously, shook his right hand, and an iron whip appeared in his hand immediately.

Zhou Yun's spiritual power fluctuated rapidly, and a sword energy came out horizontally, Yan Jie strode forward, and the iron whip danced fiercely.

When the soft sword met the iron whip, it uttered a soft sound, and then Zhou Yun felt a numbness in his wrist, and the soft sword flew out of his hand.

The iron whip followed closely and hit Zhou Yun's heart. Fear flashed in Zhou Yun's eyes, and she exerted all her strength, her body turned to the extreme, and finally the iron whip flashed past her.

"Drink—" a gasping voice sounded.

Zhou Yun looked at Yan Jie and broke out in a cold sweat. He just wanted to kill her.

Disappointment flashed across Yan Jie's eyes, and he avoided it.

Thinking about it, Yan Jie flew up, his subordinates kept moving, and continued to attack Zhou Yun.

At the Nishizawa table, Yan Yan's face was stained with a layer of anger, "Yan Jie is not a competition, this is clearly wanting sister Zhou's life."

Xia Qinghe's eyes gradually turned frosty, the people in Chaofeng Kingdom were indeed the same, with vicious thoughts.

"Boss, what should we do now? Sister Zhou is two grades behind her. If this continues, I'm afraid..."

"Wait."

Xia Qinghe spat out a word.

The Three Kingdoms Grand Competition is judged by the Xianyun Sect, which is the strictest. Unless there are special circumstances, any interference is considered a violation.

The competition situation on the court was getting more and more serious, and Zhou Yun also had a stubborn temperament, clenching her teeth, and she didn't seem to have the slightest idea of ​​admitting defeat.

"Pfft—" Another stream of blood spurted out.

The clothes on Zhou Yun's body were already stained red with blood, and her dodging movements gradually slowed down.

Yan Ji swung the iron whip, and it slammed on Zhou Yun's body with great strength and fierce pressure.

"Kacha——" the sound of bone shattering sounded.

Zhou Yun's already pale face was faintly tinged with blue.

Yan Jie raised the corner of his eyes, and the ferocity on his face was undoubtedly revealed.

"Suffer to death."

"boom--"

Yan Jie's tall body crashed to the ground, sending up waves of dust.

Zhou Yun shook her body and said to Mo Fu, "He lost."

"What happened?" Someone was dumbfounded.

Shouldn't it be Zhou Yun's defeat? Why did Yan Jie suddenly fall to the ground.

Zhou Yun dragged her body, walked up to Yan Jie's body, and forced out a small silver needle.

"Assaulting people with backstabbing, I learned this trick from Yun Yao's people."

Yun Yao's face turned blue, Chao Feng's face turned dark, and Caesar's face was happy.

"Okay!" One of them patted his thigh, "It feels so good to stab someone in the back, yes, from now on, we will stab people in the back, especially the shameless people from Chaofeng and Yunyao!"

The rest nodded repeatedly.

At this time, the group of teenagers didn't realize that they had been successfully persuaded by Xia Qinghe's fallacious reasoning.

The innocence of the past has begun to change quietly.

"No.40 four games, Nishizawa Kuni wins."

Mo Fu passed the verdict.

Everyone in Chaofeng gritted their teeth and glared at Zhou Yun angrily, wishing to bite off a piece of meat.

On the contrary, Caesar's people grinned, and some even yelled: "Why are you staring at me, Caesar is still aboveboard, and you Zhaofeng are still no match for us."

"Hahaha." Caesar burst into laughter.

Even Xia Qinghe's face was stained with a smile.

The people in Chaofeng wanted to vomit blood.

Above, the light curtain changes again.

Yunyao won eighteen games, Caesar won thirteen games, and Chaofeng won thirteen games.

After a competition, Mo Fu shouted: "No. 40 six games, the competition begins."

On the Chaofeng table, Chao Jiuge got up.

Xia Qinghe took a look at his number plate, raised his eyebrows slightly, it was really a narrow road to Encounter.

After leaving the auditorium, Xia Qinghe walked to the competition stage step by step from the west steps.

Chao Jiuge also saw Xia Qinghe, and his eyes sank for an instant.

"So it's Miss Xia."

"Regent, we really are enemies."

Xia Qinghe said bluntly.

People outside the court instantly remembered the grievances between the two, and their hearts suddenly became excited.

(End of this chapter)