[Sword Three] Photosynthesis of Brother Hua

As the saying goes, a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water.

For one flaw, he can still express with a serious face that you misunderstood me; for two flaws, he can also frown slightly and express that it has nothing to do with me; for three flaws, he can still sigh and express that there is a reason for the incident, and I have no intention of hiding it. It's a pity that this matter is too extensive to discuss in detail.

At the moment, facing Qian Lin's threatening, tempting, interrogating, and thoughtful face, Wan Jing realized that he had risen from a small wild flower of version 1.0 to a luxurious special hardcover collector's version of Vajra Flower. Even in the wind and rain, the sun and the rain can calm down and stay still——

"Thousand Killers, the training|teaching work should be done slowly at home. Now is not a good time," Yi Huanzhi interjected forcefully, "Although Master Su has been sent away, the rest of us want to Getting out alive is no easy task.”

here you go.

In his heart, Wan Jing calmly put a stamp on Yi Huanzhi that although he wanted to die, he could always make a big death without hesitation at the critical moment.

Yi Huanzhi was inexplicably cold.

"The formation has been activated, and we need to leave before it is fully activated—" Looking into Qian Lin's eyes, Yi Huanzhi, a real warrior, made a big death at a critical moment, said bravely, "I have no doubts about the three The 21 formations of Soul Qijue are fairly well understood, and it is not difficult to break this formation, it is just a matter of finding a gate of life and a gate of death in the heart of the formation."

"This door of life is naturally not dangerous. Enterers only need to use spiritual power to break through it. There are many dangers in this door of death. After entering, there are many traps inside. Basically, don't think about it. You have to break all the traps and use brute force to bombard it. Open, maybe there is still a glimmer of life."

After finishing speaking, he let out a long sigh of relief.

These days, being a good person has to be despised like this.

Bi Yan frowned; "Can you find the gate of birth and the gate of death?"

Yi Huanzhi shook his head: "This is where the 21 formations of the Three Souls and Seven Absolutes are difficult to break. I can find the location of the gate of life and the gate of death, but I can't be sure which one is the gate of life and which one is the gate of death. There is no way to distinguish this door of life and death, its position changes all the time, even if you use Dongche, you still can't see it clearly, and you still have to rely on luck to break the formation."

So, it's time to look at the face.

Wan Jing wondered if he should ask this group of people to wash their faces and then wash their hands.

"Would you like to listen to my thoughts?" Yi Huanzhi suggested, "We can divide into two teams, and each team will go to a different gate, so that we won't have all the black faces entering the gate of death, and in the end there will be no one to report the funeral. .”

His words are not pleasant, but there is no safer way at present.

Qian Lin's expression moved slightly, she turned around and looked around, and then her eyes fell on Wan Jing again.

He said to Yi Huan: "You and Bi Yin are together."

"Qian Lin!" Bi Yin frowned disapprovingly.

"I am assigned according to my strength." Qian Lin had a hateful smile on his face.

My knee hurts.

Bi Yin was shot with an arrow silently, only feeling that the words were poisonous.

"Do you have any opinions?" He asked Yi Huanzhi again.

"No, absolutely not." Yi Huanzhi didn't react for a moment, and after he sorted it out, he replied with a very serious expression.

I was full of drafts just to convince Qian Lin to let him and Bi Yin say a word before the person in front of me made a final decision. This feeling of being hit by a pie falling from the sky still suspects that it is not my favorite taste. It's really subtle.

It is said that this Qianslayer's whereabouts are secretive and he does whatever he wants. At present, it seems that this is not only to the extent of doing what he wants, but it can be raised to the point where he can't do it.

Well-deserved name.

Yi Huan sighed.

"It shouldn't be too late, let's find a door to enter now, the worst thing is death, it doesn't make any difference if it's earlier or later." He stood beside Bi Yin in a good mood, pinched a magic formula and summoned a pair of bells, bells They were placed on the ground one by one by him, and when they touched the ground, there was no wind, and all the spiritual energy from all directions was sucked in. When they jingled, two black areas appeared above the bell.

"The treasure of Broken Shadow Palace came here some time ago," Yi Huanzhi said with a bit of pride, "The area above the two bells is the entrance of the gate of life and the gate of death."

"How about it? Try your luck and choose one, Your Excellency Qianslayer."

This person really deserves to be beaten no matter what time it is.

Bi Yin covered her face, resisting the urge to itch.

Qian Lin glanced at the two bells, smiled slightly, and walked towards one of them casually, Yi Huanzhi raised his eyebrows, somewhat surprised.

"I'll leave him to you, with trouble," Qian Lin threw Wanjing Xiaohua to Biyan the moment she entered the door, and the latter froze there after taking Xiaohua, her face full of " He actually took over Qian Rin's baby", "I'm a little excited, do you want to commemorate it", "I seem to have asked about the sour smell of conspiracy" and other expressions.

Bi Yin looked down at Wan Jing: "Did you make Qian Lin angry?"

Wanjing's tone was flat: [Then what you are holding now is a pot of dead flowers. ] Also right.

Bi Yin thought about it, but still didn't quite understand.

Wan Jing didn't care about the twists and turns of this elixir, he watched Qian Lin's back gradually disappearing into the black, and recalled the time Qian Lin looked at him, and felt a little bad in his heart.

That's probably what the hothead said.

Wan Jing chatted with Bi Yin: [Don't hold the flowerpot so tightly. ]

Hearing this, Bi Yan let go of her hands even though she was a little puzzled, and changed her position to support Wanjing Xiaohua.

Swing up.

Follow the clouds and follow the moon.

Wan Jing felt as if he was Qian Lin's upper body at the moment, and inexplicably had a unique temperament that he would jump into it even if he knew it was a pit. Xiaoqinggong finally saw the light of day, allowing Wan Jing to achieve the great goal of running with a flowerpot.

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Bi Yin and Yi Huanzhi watched as a flower suddenly soared up into the sky, dragging a flower pot behind it, and then quickly swept forward, still dragging a flower pot behind, chasing after it with a decisive but resolute attitude. With Qian Rin entered that area.

Although he really wanted to say, "This is indeed a flower that has become a flower", but the first thought in Bi Yin's heart was——

As expected of Qian Rin, the flowers she raises are so arbitrary.

Yi Huanzhi watched Xiao Hua sink into the black | area opposite him, was silent for a few seconds, and suddenly let out a sneer from his lips.

The guardian of elixir.

This thousand murderers really raised a pot of good flowers.

"Do you know?" He turned his head to look at Bi Yin, with a hint of self-mockery in his expression, "Thousand Killer's understanding of the Demon Sect is probably far beyond our imagination."

"He knew from the beginning—"

"The area he entered leads to the gate of death."

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Following Qian Lin's footsteps with a feverish head, he rushed in with a flying posture. In the next second, Wan Jing, who was still cooling down with his little lightness skill, was bouncing and bouncing, relying on the circular enchantment rising around the flowerpot. Bounced and rolled all the way down.

Turn around.

Wan Jing followed the flower pot to do the reciprocating movement of the flower pot, which was half of the time upside down and half of the time upside down. He just felt that the project that scared the crying crowd in the playground back then was really scum.

Rolling dizzily for quite a distance, he finally stopped when he hit an oncoming obstacle.

Wanjing was dying and gave himself a needle-holding needle.

"... Wanjing."

The obstacle lying on the ground Chirin raised her head with effort.

The messy flower that came into his eyes made his heart tremble slightly.

Wan Jing heard the words, looked at Qian Lin, countless thoughts flew through his head, and finally turned into a few dry words by accident.

[I think your face is better. ]

As soon as the words fell, he couldn't help covering his face.

Qian Lin didn't expect this response, she chuckled but accidentally touched the wound.

"Are you stupid?"

[Somewhat. ]

Wanjing Wangtian.

On weekdays, although Qian Lin often treats him with threats and lures, he rarely puts him in danger. This time, Qian Lin uncharacteristically throws him to Bi Yin. Wan Jing intuitively feels that he knows the exact location of the dead door .

And made a plan to risk himself.

As for why you come here.

Maybe he was stupid.

Qian Lin came one step earlier than Wan Jing, and it took only a short time for a stick of incense. He forcibly broke most of the traps in the gate of death by force, but he was also injured and poisoned, and he couldn't recover for a while. Physical strength to blast open the door of death, had to lie there cos obstacles.

[You are injured and poisoned. ] Wanjing Xiaohua is another soaring and creeping cloud, before landing, a stepping cloud, lightly landed on Qian Lin's body.

He first swiped a cool breeze and drooping dew, which relieved Qian Lin's unfavorable state of toxicity, and then went down the clear water to help him regain some spiritual power, and then excitedly waved the little leaf, and started the great cause of blood cleansing.

Holding the needle needs to be maintained throughout the whole process. After activating qi and blood, you can happily accumulate long needles. Whether you need to go through the round or lift the needle depends on the acceleration, but what you see at the moment is Wanjing Xiaohua's mood.

In the darkness, a pot of small flowers exudes a little white light.

Qian Lin felt that the numbness caused by the toxin gradually subsided, and the exhausted spiritual power slowly recovered, and the dizziness caused by excessive bleeding dissipated little by little, and the large and small wounds on her body closed and began to heal.

"You still don't want to tell me, what are you?"

He raised his hand and stroked the edge of the flower pot.

[I am really Wanhua. ]

Wanjing Xiaohua replied.

He is really a million flowers.

Chunlan Qiuju, summer breeze, three stars looking at the moon hanging in the night sky.

Don't seek shelter from the wind and rain alone, just laugh at Taoyuan, which is not in a dream.

Although reading the article is always a pain in my heart, I was stepped on by the military master when I was caught off guard, and after handing in the star building, only the coquettish little kung fu, the forgotten pvp flower among pve milk flowers, but——

He still can't let go of that beautiful flower brother with 360-degree black hair and long straight hair. (*￣w￣)

[Qian Lin. ] Wanjing spoke suddenly.

"Ok?"

[Move your hand away a little, pressing down on my petals. ]

"Say it again?"

[I'm very sorry, I don't know when my petal ran into your hand, please let it go. ] Wanjing looked up to Biyan, and changed his words in a polite manner.

"Heh." Qian Lin smiled lowly, "What are you afraid of?"

Wan Jingmo.

The pervert also has a double major in psychology.

Qian Lin knew him very well.

As for what to be afraid of, it's not really fear, just some hesitation.

He glanced at the experience bar——

level forty.