Calamity Crown

This one in front of me is no exception——

Ok? !

Just when Ji Qin thought that the overall situation was settled, he suddenly discovered that the 'qin blade' that cut Goethe's clothes broke when it hit Goethe's skin.

The 'harp blade' that could easily cut steel was broken.

Not one.

Instead, all 36 'Qin Blades' were shattered.

Even, he couldn't even leave a white mark on Goethe's skin.

how can that be? !

Horror appeared in Ji Qin's eyes.

Then a word came out.

"King Kong is not bad!"

"You have actually reached the highest state of 'Iron Armor and Gold Clothes Jue', 'King Kong is not bad'!"

Amidst the horrified words, Ji Qin was about to retreat.

It is extremely irrational to fight close to someone who has cultivated the 'Iron Armor and Gold Clothes Art' to the highest level.

Distance is the first choice.

Therefore, Ji Qin retreated as soon as possible.

But Goethe was faster, he raised his hand and grabbed Ji Qin's shoulder.

Faced with this grab, Ji Qin wanted to dodge, but this seemingly simple grab gave Ji Qin a feeling that it was inevitable, even if there was wind under her feet, it would eventually fall into Goethe's hands.

This kind of grasping method is something Ji Qin has never seen before.

Even in the 'Listening to Chess Pavilion', there is no record.

"What kind of grappling method is this?"

Ji Qin asked.

Secretly moving strength, a palm was printed on the dantian of Goethe's lower abdomen.

boom!

The applause was muffled, but Goethe, as if he didn't notice it, put his palm around Ji Qin's neck and continued, "Basic boxing."

"you?!"

Ji Qin glared at Goethe not only because of Goethe's deceit, but also because of Goethe's contempt for him.

What basic boxing?

He had never heard that basic boxing techniques had such an effect.

How could it be possible to have that kind of feeling like a gangrene attached to the bone and a net like a net?

Bang, bang!

In anger, Ji Qin hit Goethe with two palms again.

As before, the applause was muffled.

The only difference was that Ji Qin, who was strangled by the neck, actually smiled.

"Have you heard of the 'Three Yin Soul Refining Palm'?"

"Even if you have practiced the 'Iron Armor and Gold Clothes Art' to the point of 'King Kong is not broken', your muscles and bones have become copper and iron bones, but in the face of the 'Three Yin Soul Refining Palm', can your internal organs resist?" ?”

"Three yins stir up your qi and blood, you probably can't even stand upright now, right?"

Ji Qin sneered and was about to break free from Goethe's hand.

Cervical dragon exerts force, and he is about to get out of trouble.

Ok?

Didn't let go!

Ji Qin was taken aback, but didn't think much about it.

"As expected of a person who has practiced the 'Iron Armor and Gold Clothes Jue' to the highest level, even if you are stirred by the 'Three Yin Qi', you can still maintain your strength, but this is not enough... huh? Why is it useless? ?”

Ji Qin shook her body again, but it was still useless.

At this time, even the most stupid person will react.

Ji Qin is not stupid.

It's just that Goethe used "Ancient Biography. Not under me" to stir his mind, and his reaction slowed down a bit.

"Are you all right?"

"How can you possibly be okay?"

Ji Qin exclaimed.

Immediately, Ji Qin calmed down.

"'Golden Cicada escapes its shell'!"

The joints of Ji Qin's whole body made a crisp sound, and the whole body seemed to have shrunk by half, and a layer of grease appeared on the neck that Goethe was pinching, and suddenly, the whole body became slippery.

But Goethe only exerted a little force, and Ji Qin couldn't get enough of it.

With a shake of his arm, Ji Qin's shrunken body returned to normal again.

Ji Qin's eyes widened.

He was a little overwhelmed.

How did Goethe do it?

Goethe looked at the surprised counterpart, curled his lips——

"That's it?"

The anger that hadn't dissipated immediately surged into Ji Qin's heart, but what followed was panic.

Because, Goethe put his hand into his arms.

"Tsk, you have well-developed chest muscles."

Oh oh oh!

Ji Qin wanted to yell and scream, but Ji Qin, whose throat was stuck, could only whimper at this moment, and this did not stop Goethe's progress in finding his loot.

Coins, potions in bottles and jars.

There are also a few throwing knives.

Plus black lace underwear.

But there is no [Seven Emotions and Six Desires Crying Method] that Goethe wanted.

So, Goethe's hand is down.

Then, still nothing.

Goethe frowned, and then raised his hand over Ji Qin's big joints, and after removing all of them, he let go of the palm that was holding the other's neck.

"Write the [Seven Emotions and Six Desires to Shock the Soul] silently?"

Whoosh!Whoosh!

Ji Qin's breathing quickened again.

She stared at Goethe angrily.

"Do not write?"

Goethe asked back, raised his hand and grabbed the opponent's neck again, and the palm of his hand was about to exert force without hesitation.

Ji Qin felt this power, and she even saw the coldness in Goethe's eyes.

It was cold without emotion.

She has only seen it on certain people in the 'Listening to Chess Pavilion'.

And those people are all guys who kill people without blinking an eye.

Everyone has slaughtered at least a hundred people, and they will not relent even when facing babies.

The descendants of 'Wu Sheng' actually possess such killing intent?

Ji Qin was shocked in her heart, but shouted with all her might.

"Write!"

She originally wanted to say that I wrote it, but she was worried that her neck would be broken one step later, so she chose the most straightforward statement.

The pen, ink, paper and inkstone were brought out by Mr. Wei.

Just now Ji Qin's "Qin sound" affected the whole gymnasium, except Goethe, to varying degrees, especially Hei Hu, who was paralyzed there, unable to move.

On the contrary, Mr. Wei, who has experienced many times of life and death, has a stronger resistance.

"Wei Wuyou!"

When seeing Mr. Wei, Ji Qin couldn't help but look at Goethe again, suddenly, she looked clear, but there was an unconcealable hatred in her voice.

Obviously, Ji Qin misunderstood.

Mr. Wei knows.

But there is no explanation.

Even if the other party misunderstood that he appeared next to Lan Die because he was playing a trick on the 'Tingqi Pavilion', so what?

Does he need an explanation?

Not required.

Because, the result is no different.

And, Goethe won.

His camp won.

that's enough.

As for the rest?

What the other party wants to think is the other party's business.

Has nothing to do with him.

Mr. Wei clasped his hands and bowed to Goethe, then turned around and headed for the firewood room - Heihu was still lying there and needed someone to take care of him.

blue butterfly?

Being able to take care of yourself is a big deal.

Want to take care of Black Tiger?

It's really hard.

card!

Goethe pressed the joint of Jiqin's right hand.

"Write it."

Goethe sat across from him, picked up his teacup, and quietly waited for Ji Qin to write.

However, Ji Qin, who picked up the pen, didn't start writing right away. Instead, she looked at Goethe with weak eyes, and her voice was as soft as a feather.

"Can you help me up?"

"I only have one hand to move."

"It's really, really...inconvenient."

Speaking of the latter, Ji Qin's eyes turned red, and her face was full of sadness.

Goethe nodded as if in agreement.