Shangxian opens the door to receive express delivery

Qingjue turned around, but before he saw the defending figure, he could already smell a faint smell of blood at the tip of his nose. It seemed that there was some disgusting power in this smell, which made Qingjue a little angry and bloody.

He felt bad.

"Old gentleman, don't spout blood." Wei Mian's figure slowly swayed in from the door, with a smile on his face, looking a little careless.

"Don't you?" Laojun said confidently, "Do you know how old you are? It's shameless to think about young people every day!"

Wei Mian walked in, glanced at Qing Jue casually, ignored the puzzled expression on the other party's face, and sat on the sofa by himself: "I'm not as old as you."

"This baby will always be." Taishang Laojun blushed without heartbeat.

Defending sneered.

"Quickly tell me, where on earth did you hide Qingjue Immortal Venerable!" Laojun grabbed Weiwei's collar as he came up.

Wei Mian frowned, looked at Lao Jun's hand, with a slight displeasure on his face: "Let go."

"Yo, you're quite hot-tempered." Laojun refused to let go, "I... ah..."

Wei Mian raised his right hand and swung Taishang Laojun directly. The latter screamed, slid straight through the air in an arc, and hit the wall.

"An eyesore." Wei Mian sneered, raised his hand and flicked his collar, with a cold and disdainful expression, he turned his head and saw Qing Jue standing aside, couldn't help but put on a smiling face, stretched out his hand and said, "A Jue, come here."

Qing Jue took a step back, with a vigilant expression on his face.

"Who are you?" Qing Jue looked at him coldly.

"Who am I? Why did you suddenly ask such a strange question." Wei Mian's face remained unchanged, and he still stretched out his hand, "Come here."

This is not defending.

Such a thought clearly appeared in Qingjue's mind.

Defending has never had such an expression on his face. He is humble. Although he sometimes likes to play pranks, he never strikes at others without saying a word. What's more, Laojun was thrown away by him with a wave of his hand. Is such a powerful force really defending?

Or, is it really the defending champion I know?

"You're crazy! Grandma, you even attacked me, an old man! Don't think you are... ah!" Laojun, who had climbed out of the wall after a long time, was a little annoyed, but before he could finish speaking, he was beaten again by the defending champion. He waved his hand and threw it out.

"Noisy."

The expression on Wei Mian's face was very indifferent, which made Qing Jue's heart feel a little chilly.

Is this still the defending champion he knew?

"Okay, I know you have a lot of doubts, you come here first, and I will tell you slowly." Wei Mian felt a little helpless, so he had to soften his tone.

This kind of tone is exactly the defending title that Qing Jue is familiar with, he pursed the corners of his lips: "You stretch out your hand."

Wei Mian stretched out his right hand without hesitation, and handed it to Qing Jue.

Qing Jue rested his fingers on his wrist, and his divine sense walked around inside the opponent's body.

Wei Mian's body didn't look abnormal, but the blood power that made Qingjue's heart palpitate seemed to have faded a lot. When he faced Wei Mian, the innate sense of trust in his bones seemed to have disappeared a little. point.

"You're already in good health?" Qingjue thought for a while, then sat down next to Wei Mian.

"Huh?" Wei Mian didn't seem to understand the meaning of Qing Jue's words, and then he thought for a while before saying, "You mean witch orders, it's okay, he doesn't let me take it to heart."

"What did you want to tell me just now?" Qing Jue asked.

Wei Mian said: "I just want to ask you a few questions."

"What?" Qing Jue was puzzled.

"I have……"

"Defending the crown!" The old gentleman once again stood in front of defending the crown angrily, pointed at him, you, you, you, you still couldn't say a word for a long time.

"What's the matter?" There was a little impatience on the defending champion's face.

"You hand over Qingjue so I can do business!" Laojun asked him for someone.

"I have never seen Qingjue Immortal Venerable."

"Don't think that I don't know anything." Laojun glared at him angrily, "Let me tell you, Wangnianlian will not end well."

Defending the crown laughed out loud: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Laojun sighed again after a long while: "The Jade Emperor is urging you so hard, you should go back."

The two discussed his going or staying in front of Qingjue, but they never asked his opinion at all. Whether he wanted to go back or stay here was really not important to them at all.

What Qing Jue still didn't understand was why the Jade Emperor insisted on finding him.

Wei Mian chuckled, as if seeing Qing Jue's face, he couldn't help reaching out to touch his head, Qing Jue subconsciously turned his head to avoid the opponent's hand.

After avoiding the opponent's hand, Qing Jue was also stunned.The two were already very close, so why did he still subconsciously resist the other party touching his head? At the moment when defending champion's hand reached out, Qingjue felt that the other party was like a stranger, which made him very uneasy.

He resisted defending the title, not because of emotion, not because of anger, but a resistance born from his bones, no, it was not resistance, but strangeness, and now defending the title was like a stranger to him, making him unbearable half close meaning.

"Huh?" Laojun suddenly snorted, opened his half-closed eyes, and slid a touch of light, "You little doll, when I saw you before, I was not so delicate, and the cinnabar between the eyebrows is quite similar to Qingjue's. Immortal Venerable's Pangu blood is somewhat similar."

Qingjue was stunned by the evasive movement, and couldn't help touching the center of his brow with his right hand.

This cinnabar has existed between his eyebrows for nearly tens of thousands of years, since he began to practice, he had the opportunity to practice because of an adventure, but few people know that he opened his mind because of a trace of Pangu's blood.

Laojun is old, so it is not surprising that he knows this.

Laojun snorted again, as if he had suddenly figured something out, kept silent, changed the subject, and said to Wei Mian: "Since you don't know where Qingjue Xianzun is, then I'll leave first. "

"No." Wei Mian sat on the sofa and didn't get up.

Qing Jue frowned lightly, stood up and called Lao Jun: "Lao Jun, I have something to ask."

Laojun paused as he left: "If you have anything to ask, just ask."

"Why is the Jade Emperor so persistent in finding Qingjue Xianzun back?"

The old gentleman said in a low voice: "Being entrusted by others, I dare not refuse to do it."

Qing Jue was startled, the other party had already left.

"What are you thinking?" The defending voice came from behind.

Qing Jue turned around, and subconsciously sat on the seat opposite him, instead of sitting next to Wei Mian as usual: "I was thinking that Lao Jun should have guessed my identity, why didn't he reveal it?"

Defending the title didn't take it seriously: "He looks like a human being, can't he see if you want to leave?"

Qing Jue nodded, not knowing what to say again.

He felt that he and the defending champion seemed to have endless things to say in the past, but now somehow, they have nothing to say, maybe because they have something to say but are tired of speaking, and don't know what to say to the other party.

"Why are you talking?" Wei Mian got up and sat next to Qing Jue, put his hand on Qing Jue's shoulder, lowered his head to look into the other's eyes, "Don't you have anything to say to me when I come back this time?"

Qing Jue was restless, feeling that the air around him was suppressed, and the smell of blood lingered at the tip of his nose, which made him unstable, and he just wanted to escape.

"I'm feeling unwell." Qing Jue stood up and brushed away the opponent's hand, "Go and rest first."

Watching Qingjue's figure returning to his room, Wei Mian's eyes darkened.

But Qingjue didn't know all this. After he returned to his room, he closed the door, then locked it, and cast an enchantment on himself to hide what he was going to do. From the outside, it seemed that he was just Just sleep in bed.

After everything was arranged, Qingjue sat cross-legged on the bed and meditated for a moment.

To be honest, he has always had a slight doubt in his heart. The defending title this time seems to be too different from before leaving. This difference directly makes him feel that defending the title is too strange.

Qing Jue suspected that the person in front of him might not be defending the title, but perhaps a witch order.

The magic-moving technique can steal the caster's memory, spiritual thoughts, immortal energy, spells, and blood, and can steal everything from the caster, but not their fate.

Maybe this person in front of him just stole everything about defending the title and pretended to be the defending title, but he cannot steal the defending title. that's it.

Having figured this out, Qingjue took a deep breath, stretched out his right hand and swiped in the air, a dark crack appeared in front of his eyes, with a faint silver light shining through it, he reached in and grabbed it, then pulled his hand away again When he came out, there was one more thing in his hand.

This is his storage space. After he has practiced to a certain level, he will open up a storage space by himself to store some more valuable items. This time, what Qingjue took out was a pitch-black tortoise shell. With a faint silver crack, it looks very mysterious.

This is the tortoise shell that Qing Jue used for divination. In fact, he is not very good at it, but he will also use it to divination for himself some catastrophes, so that he can have a way to deal with it.

Putting his hands together, interlocking them, and slowly separating them, he pulled out strips of light green silk from his palms. Qing Jue shook his hands, and the green danced into a green silk cloth. He controlled the silk cloth, Slowly cover the back of the turtle shell.

The green silk was as moist as water, and under Qingjue's control, it covered the tortoise shell accurately. Then Qingjue used his finger as a pen, and his fingertips glowed with a light silver light, and slowly stroked on the silk. As he wrote, every time he wrote a stroke, he felt the aura in his body gushing out like his fingertips crazily.

The formation and spells were basically drawn, and the Bodhi tears were almost used up. A little sweat oozed from Qingjue's forehead. He gritted his teeth and wanted to draw the last stroke with a pale face.

"Bang".

The tortoise shell and the green silk cloth shattered instantly in front of Qing Jue, exuding silver and green light, flashing alternately for a few times before disappearing into the air.

"Can't figure it out..."

Qing Jue's face became even uglier.

The defending champion outside the door seemed to notice something, chuckled, and closed his eyes again.