[Sword Three] Photosynthesis of Brother Hua

Wan Jing had heard for a long time that Qian Lin was a malevolent star and a god of killing.

Wan Jing had also heard that Qian Lin once bloodbathed the Green Fallen Sect, and no one survived wherever he went.

Wan Jing had also heard that Qian Lin was a man with secretive mind, erratic whereabouts, and outrageously cruel methods.

In the past, he only heard about it, and he regarded it as a pastime in his spare time. Although he was surprised that people in the cultivation world also have a heart that loves gossip, he didn't have much feeling for the descriptions mentioned in the rumors.

Today, I really experienced it once.

Still first class.

The person in front of him was obviously smiling, but it made people feel a chill for no reason. His movements were gentle, but it seemed that he was carelessly cutting open with the sharpest knife, and his body and mind were enveloped in extreme despair.His voice was particularly pleasant, deep and provocative, but the words he spoke were like nails, piercing deeply into the flesh and blood.

"Scared?"

Qian Lin turned around and walked back into the house, curbing her killing intent, looking at Wan Jing whose aura was trembling slightly, softened her voice, and said gently.

"As long as you're good."

He won't do anything.

His methods are indeed cruel, but he is not a bloodthirsty person.

For him, killing is just a means, never an end.

Wan Jing stared blankly at Qian Lin.

I didn't pay attention to it in the past, but now I look carefully, the person in front of me is very good-looking, his face is like a crown jade, his eyes are like stars, his every move is like flowing clouds and flowing water, elegant and handsome, exuding a sense of immortality.

He often smiles, dances swords with a smile, kills with a smile, and speaks the coldest words with a smile, and then crushes the flesh and soul of others inch by inch.

"I warned you! Never mess with Chirin! He is a lunatic! One day we will all die at his hands!"

"Have you forgotten about the Green Fallen Sect! He is not human at all!"

This was overheard by Wan Jing when he was still in Su Qi's store, the roar of a certain man with a crazy expression breaking down and despairing.

The one who kills with a smile, Chirin.

In his mind, the figure that appeared like a banished fairy when he saw him for the first time suddenly appeared, occupying all his inner thoughts.

Awe-inspiring like a god, floating like a fairy.

Although he didn't want to admit it, in his heart, the real Qian Rin should look like this.

Qian Rin is powerful, and it takes a person's life in a single thought.

Qian Lin is cruel, his soul is completely destroyed, and his bones are turned into ashes.

Qian Lin is gentle, he often waters him patiently and meticulously, loosens the soil... oh, and there are also tree (tune) holes (play).

And what is Qian Lin in the eyes of the world?

Wan Jing's heart moved slightly, and an inexplicable emotion suddenly filled his chest, and the sour feeling made him want to cry.

Help, he actually met a pervert!

Not only perverted but also smart!

The late kind!

Why do human beings embarrass a flower!

Different species should be friendly to each other!

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After the incident in the restaurant, with the idea of ​​staying away from psychopathy and perverts to create a harmonious world of self-cultivation, Wan Jing kept his distance from Qian Rin even more, usually pretending to be dead if he could, and self-hypnosis after being molested. Damou, one day I can kill him.

His life is still the same as before, every afternoon he will be taken out for a walk by Qianlin, but at this time he will be different from the usual drowsy state, cheer up and give full play to the pre-examination. Observing the fighting techniques and methods of a certain evildoer, trying hard to adapt to the disharmonious world of fighting and killing.At the same time, seize every opportunity to familiarize yourself with the skills.

Under Qianlin's regular and timely spawning of monsters every day, Wanjing's level has gradually increased to 35. Wanhua's basic attack cycle has been formed, and all three continuous damage skills are lit up. In the future, if you fight, you can stack them. Three dots plus jade, the amount of damage is still considerable.

For a flower, the four small lightness skills don't mean much. He can't expect to bring the flowerpot up with him when he is Fuyao. I don't know if the big lightness skills can be used. He can try it when he is in human form.Other skills such as riding and self-severing meridians are not considered by a certain flower for the time being.

Wan Jing felt that he still knew too little, and knew nothing about the world. He basically relied on eavesdropping for learning, and peeping for fighting. Some experience, more than half a year has passed, except that the level has risen to 35, there is no difference at all from when I first came here.

Not even a single leaf grew.

This makes him a little more comfortable.

Moreover, this feeling that something is wrong all over his body is especially strong every time Qian Lin smiles at him, or meticulously waters and loosens the soil and goes out for a walk.

Qian Lin likes to look at his tree hole, but the recent tree hole content has a sudden change in style, making it difficult to look directly at it.

From the original "knowing too much will kill the wind", it has become a dark "necessary manual for interpersonal communication", "how to retaliate against your enemies correctly", "one hundred examples of killing methods" will definitely be spoken. Disharmonious content harmonized by the great will of the universe.

However, he still used a kind of earnest instruction, speaking in a earnest and earnest tone.

After Qian Lin explained the argument of destroying people's three views word by word, Wan Jing found out in despair that these things sounded so reasonable that he couldn't refute them at all.

It is said never to argue with idiots, because they will pull you to the same IQ level as theirs and beat you with experience in the field they are most familiar with.

Wan Jing feels that it is also applicable to replace the subject of this sentence with abnormal.

He seriously discovered that besides transforming into a human form, enhancing combat power, staying away from evildoers, and living a happy life on his unfinished list, there was one more item—maintaining the normal three views.

Of course, he didn't know that one more item would be added to this list in the future - protect one's chastity.

This morning, Wan Jing anxiously watched his level rise to 37, and was excitedly planning to try the newly lit breeze drooping dew. Qian Lin, who had gone out to fight, suddenly came back early, so frightened that he shook the leaves, almost And subconsciously threw out a hibiscus and a stalk.

Chirin smiled mysteriously at him.

Wanjing had a hunch that something was about to happen.

"The Lingluo Illusion is about to open, I'll take you there to have a look," Sitting in the flying instrument, Qian Lin sipped tea leisurely, while explaining to a certain flower that was still in a sluggish state, "I planned to I went alone, but I was afraid that you would miss me, so I wanted to take you with me."

No, he just wants you to leave.

Wan Jing in the mild-dizzy flying magic weapon was powerless and silently refuted.

"It's not very safe in this Lingluo illusion, so you'd better behave yourself and don't run around."

If you think too much, he hasn't evolved the ability to run with a flowerpot.

Wanjing's half-dead silent protest in the moderate-dizzy flying magic weapon.

"However, I still look forward to your performance."

In heaven, can you let go of this idea?

Wan Jing, who was severely dizzy with the flying magic weapon, responded faintly.

……

By the time Qian Lin and Wan Jing arrived at the gate of the illusion, a certain flower was already in a state of not being able to distinguish between top and bottom, left and right, and front and back.The only thought is-

The dizzy is the world, not me.

At the entrance, people from different sects occupied a place, and while they were wary of people from other sects, they pretended to say something, "There are so many talents from your sect, and this trip will definitely be rewarding." "Fellow Taoist, we just came here." Experience it a bit" "Little brother, I see that your seal is black, and you may have a bloody disaster recently. It's better to spend three low-grade spirit stones to buy an amulet" and other non-nutritious words.

Qian Lin's arrival instantly extinguished all conversations, and everyone's gazes were directed to one place.

Wan Jing, who recovered a little bit, couldn't help sighing, this kind of domineering aura that shocked the audience, even he, who was responsible for Huagu's appearance, had to bow down.

Ever since he turned into a flower, he hasn't felt such a refreshing feeling of integrating thousands of eyes and knives into one body. Many people don't like me but they just can't kill me.

Back then, as a flamboyant woman who majored in Lijing, he flew up in the Qiwu Pavilion, and how many white and fat little yellow chickens could not help but doubt the chickens after being molested by him.After the whole jjc game, the only tactic of the opposing team is that the game can be lost, but the opposing team must die!

Think a little excited.

Qian Lin has been rampant in the world of comprehension for many years, and this kind of battle is of course trivial. He didn't care about these people, and went straight to the edge of a certain Bihua Yinyue flower that had been waiting for many days and almost had no tears in his eyes, and his eyes swept around. Everyone immediately looked away, and some timid ones were still stroking their chests, with a look of fear on their faces.

Not many people came to Biyin's Tianyao Sect. To be precise, there were not many elixir. Wanjing took a rough look and found that there were about a dozen of them.Most of the shape-changing elixir looks transparent and fresh, and some of them look like thirteen or fourteen years old. The bun face and the serious expression are full of cuteness.

To his surprise, the stupid shopkeeper also came.

"Su Qi?" Qian Lin was slightly surprised, "Are you willing to come out of your shop?"

"Just to relax, come here to find some elixir." Su Qi noticed the flowerpot Qian Lin was holding, and there was a trace of astonishment in his eyes.

"This little flower is still alive, brother, are you giving him to someone else to raise?"

Wan Jing swore that he saw the cross on Qian Rin's forehead.

"The scourge has been around for thousands of years, and it's not so easy to die." Qian Lin saw the aura around a certain flower exploding in protest, and added coolly, "Not only that, but there are many secrets."

Wan Jing immediately pretended to be dead.

Bi Yin looked at Qian Lin teasing the pot of "wild flowers picked by the roadside" in his hand with a strange expression, and felt that this person was seriously ill.

But he dared not speak out.

Most people with advanced abilities have some eccentricities, Bi Yin said that he understands.

"What are you looking at again?" Qian Lin noticed Bi Yin's wandering eyes.

"It's nothing," Bi Yin tried to put on a serious look, "I'm just a little worried about what will happen after entering the illusion."

Wan Jing felt that Bi Yan had overturned his initial impression of the Bihua Yinyuehua clan.

Not only did he light up the death skills without a teacher, but he also successfully evolved "I know you know I'm lying to you, but I will continue to lie to you quietly" and "The weather is so good today. I didn't say anything. Hear" these two high-end skills.

Not bad, promising, he appreciates it.