I really want to be a cook

Master seems to have told me that he will be back today.

I have to go and see if Master is back.

It's really inappropriate for me to participate in this meeting for him today. "

Seeing Yin Wuhen walking out in a swift manner, stepping on small and fine steps.

Then, just as he was about to walk out of the back courtyard, with a bang, a sword landed in front of Yin Wuhen.

He turned his head in embarrassment, just in time to meet Qiye's indifferent eyes.

"Brother Qiye, I'm going to call Master for you."

Yin Wuhen said with a flattering smile.

Qiye shook her head and said:

"Within the time of a stick of incense, if the seven Holy Masters don't arrive, you don't have to go back."

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Finally, someone couldn't stand Qiye's arrogance.

Impressively, she is the extreme saint who doesn't like red clothes and prefers armed forces, and has trained her whole body to be tough.

A layer of flame-like red light ignited on her fists, and a mighty qi and blood shot up into the sky, and a huge phantom of a black bear emerged from behind, roaring upwards.

"Don't you think you're really going to eat us?"

Ai Xun'er sternly shouted, and stepped forward, the black bear behind her turned into reality and fell to the ground.

In an instant, the mountain shook and aroused gusts of wind.

"This girl, when did you break through to the grand master?"

Yin Wuhen, who was originally shivering in the corner, saw Ai Xun'er's true form of martial arts, and couldn't help muttering to himself.

But soon he shook his head and said:

"But what about the great master, compared with Qiye, it is really far behind."

Thinking about it, he continued to shrink up again.

Anyway, even if he was going to die, he would be the last one to die.

Moreover, You Lao will definitely not let their sons and daughters die in the Emperor's Temple, as long as they start fighting, all the bosses will naturally come without invitation.

This silly girl has practiced so much that her mind is full of muscles, and she can't even think.

When Qiye heard Ai Xun'er's question, she nodded slightly and said softly:

"Ah."

His meaning is also very simple.

Don't doubt it, I'm sure of you!

Ai Xun'er suddenly flew into a rage, and shouted:

"Eat my punch!"

Seeing a punch, the huge black bear rushed forward, roaring and waving its thick bear paws, as if it could kill Qiye with one slap.

Qiye is still a move.

Great blood magic hand!

boom!

The blood flames burned, and the sky seemed to be burning with fire clouds. A larger blood-colored palm condensed into shape, and then fell heavily.

This is a palm technique that descends from the sky.

Under this palm, Ai Xun'er's condensed blood energy began to run around incessantly, and her original [-]% of her skill could only be used [-]% at once.

What can be seen with the naked eye is that the roaring black bear raised its hands high, firmly pressing against the giant palm, and within three breaths, it was pressed down by the palm print and dissipated as a phantom.

The true form of martial arts was broken, Ai Xun'er couldn't help but take two steps back, blood rushed to her cheeks, her originally cold face became rosy, and suddenly there was a hint of naive taste.

"you!"

Ai Xun'er wanted to say something, but in the end she didn't say anything.

For example, why should you show mercy.

She will not give in.

Even if she died, she would not be threatened.

But under Qiye's dark eyes, all her thousands of words turned into shyness and tenderness at the moment when she lowered her head.

No woman can resist Qiye's flourishing beauty.

If so, it's just not the right time.

In other words, they haven't activated their brain skills yet.

"Stop it."

A figure fell from the sky.

"Master!"

Ai Xun'er immediately shouted respectfully.

This person is one of the Eight Meridian Holy Lords, the Ultimate Holy Lord.

Jidao Shengzhu is a middle-aged man with a resolute face and a strong figure. He is dressed in a light blue melancholy robe and has a pair of compassionate eyes.

In short, this is a very complicated person.

The Holy Lord of the Extreme Dao first nodded slightly at Ai Xun'er, then looked at Qiye, and asked:

"You knew we were coming?"

Qiye nodded: "Not bad."

The Holy Master of Extreme Dao couldn't help laughing:

"Beating the apprentice in front of the master, haha, it seems that I still have some face, Xun'er was not injured by your hands.

But he was a bit miserable. "

He glanced at the Son of Mieqing who was still vomiting blood.

"Everyone heard it, we want to watch a good show, and people are watching us too."

The Supreme Lord laughed loudly.

Then I felt that the sky suddenly turned black, and a series of deep and terrifying auras covered the entire sky of the Emperor's Temple.

"Qiye, you rely on martial arts to commit crimes, do you really think that no one can cure you?"

A deep voice sounded like thunder in the air.

Seven nights looked at the sky, her expression was still clear.

He clasped his fists in both hands, bowed slightly, and the cloak fell to the wind behind him, revealing his tall and slender body.

"Qiye invites all holy masters to come here, but there is a sword that I would like to invite you to taste."

"You're making such a big fight because you want us to see your sword?"

The Holy Lord of the Extreme Dao is a little unbelievable.

Qiye didn't answer, but stretched out a hand. The white and slender palm looked like it was carved from beautiful jade, and even the pores exuded a perfect breath.

When breaking through to the grand master, Qiye did not turn the accumulation into skill, but made the same choice as Jiang Ping.

It's just that unlike Jiang Ping's emphasis on the face, all his accumulation has been turned into the potential of his body, which has created his current almost perfect body.

Even without the Heavenly Sword.

His potential will also carry him to the top.

Just as Jiang Ping thought, the appearance of Tianjian only accelerated the process.

hum! ! !

The sound of swords began to echo between heaven and earth.

An extremely sharp aura condensed into a sword that could no longer be described in words.

He was held in the hands of Qiye.

There are a thousand images of swords in the eyes of a thousand people.

However, this is an absolutely perfect sword.

The Jidao lineage does not emphasize weapons. In their inheritance, the body is the best weapon, and training the body to the extreme is the most powerful weapon in the world.

But in the eyes of the Supreme Dao Holy Master at this moment.

He couldn't help wanting to own this sword, even if he didn't use it, he would store it in his treasure chest and make it his own.

It seems to have the magic power to attract everything.

It is Heavenly Sword!

A heavenly sword that completely releases light!

It is also a heavenly sword possessed by demons.

But in the hands of Qiye at this time, it is just a sword.

If it is used to kill people, it cannot be used to cut melons; if it is used to dig holes, it cannot be used to bury soil.

Otherwise it should be destroyed.

Everything listens to the master's words.

This is a rule that Tianjian's remaining spirituality deeply warns itself, and is even imprinted in the depths of his soul.

God knows how many purgatory tortures it endured in those two years before it became what it is now.

Well, everything is in the shape of the master.

"pull!"

The first word resounded between heaven and earth.

The face of the Holy Master of the Extreme Dao changed accordingly, and he said loudly:

"retreat!!"

"Turn around!"

"Close your eyes!"

"Close the five senses!"

At the same time, voices came one after another in the air.

The other saints and saints are not fools. Seeing such a big reaction from the Holy Master of the Supreme Dao, and their own master admonishing them, no one dared to fight against them. They all turned around obediently, then closed their eyes and closed their five senses.

However, there are also people with high self-esteem who just turn around and close their eyes, instead of closing the five senses, they secretly let go of a trace of telepathy.

He wants to see, what kind of sword is this?

"sword!"

The second word sounded.

At this moment, the world is silent, only the sobbing wind seems to be playing something.

Only Lord Butian, who was observing secretly, had a complex expression.

That's right.

It was this sword that made him retire early.

And it was stronger than that sword at the beginning.

How long has it been.

Is this person really making progress anytime, anywhere?