A woman disguises herself as a man: His Royal Highness is unrivaled

"Xiaoluanyan, pull out a few more sticks and get a copy for me to keep as a collection when you go back."

Old Man Huo, grinning in pain but embarrassed to drive the little Loli away, heard the voices of others. He pretended to cough a few times without opening his eyes, and then straightened his expression: "Hey, human being, why are you disturbing me?" Asleep?"

Reaching out to touch the red-gold beard, Wu Qing pointed in a certain direction and lied without blushing, "The person who woke you up has run away."

Over there, corpses were everywhere. The surviving hall master led the remaining disciples and rushed forward in a panic, completely unaware of the arrival of Wu Qing and others.

The old man Huo Huo opened his eyes angrily: "Damn humans, they are another group of thieves who are plotting against Huo Po!"

Another batch?

Wu Qing's eyes narrowed and he put away his ink fan with a snap: "Has anyone been here before?"

"Hmph! Not only one, but more than one group! One of the teams was blasted out by me, and the other team was broken out by them!" As if he thought of something, the old man of the volcano became angry, and the lava on the top of the mountain surged. And out.

The hand holding the fan handle tightened, and Wu Qing's heart began to sink. There are two groups of people. As expected, one group should be the exploration team of Shenyin Sect, and the other group is probably Tianyuan Palace and others!

damn it! How could she forget that Tianyuan Palace and Shenyin Sect were in collusion? When to lead everyone into the Tomb of Ancients is not the final say of the Shenyin Sect, but Tianyuan Palace has already advanced into the Tomb of Ancients before everyone!

No wonder I didn’t see those people today!

Moreover, according to what Old Man Huo said, Tianyuan Palace has broken through the illusion of the lava land. But she didn't know when Tianyuan Palace entered the Tomb of Ancients, and she didn't know what the illusions in the next few circles were like. She couldn't guess where Tianyuan Palace had gone.

Taking a deep breath, Wu Qing forced himself to calm down and asked in a deep voice, "What is Huo Po?"

The old man Huoshan was shocked: "You don't know? If you don't know what Huo Po is, why are you here in my Tianhuo Pond?"

Wu Qing rolled her eyes. If she knew what Huo Po was and what was going on here, why would she still be wandering around? !

He was holding Old Man Volcano's shiny beard in his hand, and a nasty person gave it a hard tug.

However, there were no cries of pain and no angry roars. When Wu Qing raised his eyes, what came into view was an old face that was haunted and slightly vicissitudes of life, and the volcano old man always had half-closed eyes. He opened his eyes wide and stared at... her face!

"I'm talking about Old Man Huoshan, I know that I am so handsome that people and gods are angry, but you can't really stare..." Before he finished speaking, Wu Qing saw the old wrinkled face of Old Man Huoshan wrinkled up. Tuan, the next second, tears flowed across the face!

"Master! After so many years, you finally come to see the little god!" Tears poured out like a river bursting its banks!

Wuqing's hair stood up, not because he was frightened by the voice of "Master", nor by the excitement of the old man Huoshan, but... "Old man, stop it! Don't cry! Stop it now!" Damn, then Tears are not water, they are magma!

On the ground, magma flowed across the ground, and the poor Prince Qing jumped around desperately to avoid the scarlet liquid that melted the rocks and flowed downwards.

Being shouted at by Wu Qing, the old man Huanhuo was so frightened that he sniffed and looked at her with twitching eyes. He was a little aggrieved and a little surprised: "Master, the little god has been here for thirty-eight thousand years. You are finally here." Come and see the little god!”

Wu Qing rubbed his brows and felt a little pain in his forehead. Is this the legendary situation where fellow villagers burst into tears when meeting fellow villagers? Can she say she doesn't remember anything?

"Master, what's wrong with you?" Seeing that Wu Qing's expression didn't look right, Old Man Huanshan felt slightly uneasy, fearing that his master would use it for fun just like he did thousands of years ago.

Back then, Old Man Volcano was just a volcano in Wuqing's back garden that had acquired spiritual wisdom. He was equivalent to one of her doormen. Well, the old doorman. In addition, for tens of thousands of years, this guy was always half asleep and half awake. I don’t know what earth-shaking things happened tens of thousands of years ago.

"Something happened and I don't remember anything." Wu Qing explained ambiguously. It wasn't that she deliberately concealed it, but that she didn't even know what she had done back then!

Fortunately, the old man Huoshan was also easy to fool, so he nodded and stopped asking further questions. Looking at the human face growing on the rock wall in front of him, Wu Qing's mouth suddenly revealed a hint of slyness: "Old man, do you know who I was... back then?"

Originally, Wu Qing had lost interest in the question of who she was and planned to let nature take its course, but Huang Yin's reaction a few nights ago piqued her interest. What could it be that could keep the scourge a secret?

"Oh, the master is that... Ouch! Who sneaked up on me!" Old Man Huoshan opened his mouth to answer, but he stopped abruptly with a sound of pain before the words came out.

With a plop, a pebble bounced and fell to the ground. Several gentle footsteps came slowly, and a pair of black boots stopped beside Wu Qing.

"What ungrateful stinker..." The cursing old man Huoshan stared at the person next to Wu Qing.

The blue clothes are green, like the brilliance of ink, and the black eyes are like empty valleys, filled with clouds and mist that never change. The sky is warm and moist, but there is a soul-stirring purity everywhere.

The long jasper hairpins are like the jade color of the cold pool passing through the deserted ink silk, making it look lush and green. The hanging hair was scattered randomly on the shoulders, and on the back, there seemed to be a cold fragrance coming vaguely.

"You...you..." Even though the water-like green flames have melted away the ice of the past, and the smile on his lips is gentle and warm, this face will never be forgotten by Old Man Huo!

"Xiao Qing'er, the fire soul is a rare treasure condensed from a volcano that has opened up the spiritual intelligence. It can nourish the body of a fire magician and improve his cultivation." Wen Wen spoke calmly, and Huang Yin opened the door without leaving a trace. After finishing Old Man Huo's words, he glanced at Old Man Huo.

Old Man Huo suddenly became excited, and the frightening pressure made his forehead feel cold. He quickly agreed: "Yes, the fire soul is the essence of the fire element that the little god has condensed for thousands of years."

After finishing speaking, he secretly glanced at Huang Yin's profile. Isn't this person the master's mortal enemy? They've been fighting all day long, why are they so harmonious now?

After noticing Huang Yin's little move, Wu Qing didn't want to expose it, but she felt an indescribable sense of loss in her heart. But on the face, she didn't feel any strange. She followed the conversation between the two and asked: "The fire spirit has left the body. Will it affect you?"

"No! If the master wants it, the little god will offer it immediately!" Old Man Huo shook his head. The fire spirit was like pearls and clams to him. Taking it away was like taking something out of a backpack. Nothing would happen.