Male lead, let go of that female lead, let me come

Maybe her old father and her good uncle are also willing to listen to her explanation. Their sincere eyes have been lingering on Qi Zhiyan, and they also hope that Qi Zhiyan can give them a reason.

Why were they full of worries about Qi Zhiyan, but when they rushed over, they saw their little darling playing hooligans on Bi Luo's holy maiden...! ?

Qi He couldn't help thinking that if Yuan Wuya saw this, he would definitely fight him to the death.

Qi Zhiyan opened her mouth, but found that she had nothing to explain.

In the end, I could only look at her old father and her good uncle without any scruples.

Qi He: "..."

Shang Qijue: "..."

It's all Luo Miao's blind and barren religion, and it's all ruined by Qi Zhiyan!

There was a strange atmosphere among the three of them, but it had nothing to do with Yan Hui. Although she had a cold and high-minded appearance, it did not prevent her from watching the play, but she was too frustrated to participate in it.

In the end, it was Shang Qijue who spoke first to ease the weird atmosphere. He looked at Yan Hui and asked with a smile, "I wonder if the saintess is used to eating and living in the magic palace?"

Qi Zhiyan just wanted to tell Shang Qijue that Yan Anhui would not talk to you at all, but Yan Anhui answered Shang Qijue's questioning.

"It's okay." Yan Hui said lightly.

Qi Zhiyan: "??"

Shang Qijue nodded and said: "That's good, the saintess doesn't have to worry, we don't want to hurt you, we just want to borrow the Qianxue Ninghua from your sect, if there is something wrong with Wanmo Palace, I hope the saintess Haihan will help you." .”

The words are quite polite and polite, but the things are done quite domineeringly and unreasonably.

Yan Hui looked at Shang Qijue's smiling eyes, although she was smiling, but the smile didn't reach her eyes, it was fake.

"No." Yan Hui looked at Qi He, her eyes narrowed, "Qi He, the blood demon?"

Qi Zhiyan didn't expect Yan Hui to take the initiative to talk to her old father, "Do you know my father?"

Logically speaking, everyone in Xuanling Continent knows her father's name, but facing Yan Hui, Qi Zhiyan is still worried that Yan Hui will not know, after all, she seems to be ignorant of the world.

Qi He was not surprised that Yan Hui would know him, but he didn't expect Yan Hui to take the initiative to talk to him, "What? The little girl knows the old man?"

Yan Hui looked about the same age as Qi Zhiyan, and Qi Heduan communicated with her like a senior.

Regarding this, Qi Zhiyan silently gave Qi He a supercilious look.

Qi He: "..."

Shang Qijue secretly smiled, and asked: "Let me introduce, this is Qi He, the master of Wanmo Palace. Does the saint have anything to say to the master?"

"Is it possible?" Yan Hui got up, stood up straight, and said with a serious expression, "Discussion?"

Compete! ?

Qi He: "..."

Shang Qijue: "..."

Qi Zhiyan: "..."

No idea!

In addition to the high-cold character design, the original body also has a martial idiot character design. When I see powerful people, I always want to learn from each other. The purpose is to improve my own strength, which is beneficial to cultivation. In fact, it is also for my own greatness.

When he was at Bi Luo Qing Sect, the original body would often find Yuan Wuya and the elders of Bi Luo Qing Sect to discuss spiritual skills.

Qi He seemed to have heard a joke, and laughed loudly: "You little girl, you don't know the heights of the sky and the earth? You are only at the beginning of the spiritual sage, do you know the strength of the old man? How dare you boast to compete with the old man in Haikou? dead?"

Yan Hui naturally knew: "The high-level peak of the Holy Spirit."

It's just that he once suppressed the fiery riot for Qi Zhiyan, and his foundation was slightly damaged. If he had a fight with Yuan Wuya, he might not be able to fight.

"Heh, you still dare to ask me to compete with you if you know it?" Qi He frowned, "Didn't your master teach you...don't be so ambitious?"

"Just study." Seeing Qi He's slow refusal, Yan Hui said, "If you don't want to, don't force it."

"..." Qi He suddenly became unhappy, feeling that he was seen clearly by the junior, as if he was too timid to fight, humiliated to the extreme, "Okay, I will fight with you, but... until."

I still count on you to exchange for Qianxue Ninghua.

The corner of Yan Hui's mouth twitched, "Thank you."

Yan Hui seldom smiles, but it's not that she doesn't know how to laugh, and she was very happy to be able to compete with Qi He today, so she smiled.

People who have not smiled for many years, suddenly smile, like a glimmer of light from a dark abyss, which makes people's eyes bright and yearning for no reason.

Qi Zhiyan thought of that smile, which he could not forget for a long time.

"Zhizhiyan, what are you thinking?" Shang Qijue saw Qi Zhiyan drooping his eyelashes, wondering what he was thinking.

Qi Zhiyan came to his senses and said uncomfortably, "I didn't think about anything."

"I have long heard that the saint of Biluo Qingmen is the number one beauty in Xuanling Continent, now I see you," Shang Qijue sighed, "You really don't deceive me."

Yan Hui's faint smile just now amazed the three of them, but moved only one heart.

Qi Zhiyan looked at Yan Hui who was standing in the distance, dressed in pale white clothes, black silk jade hairpin, clean and refined, compared with this Palace of Ten Thousand Demons, Qi Zhiyan found it unpleasant no matter what.

"Uncle Qi, what do you think Yan Hui looks like?"

The name of the saintess of the Biluo Qingmen is Yanhui. Although the world knows it, there are many saintesses. When Qi Zhiyan suddenly asked, Shang Qijue almost didn't respond.

He looked at the swallow fennel soaring into the sky, with fluttering white clothes, like a pure white cloud, "Immortal."

Qi Zhiyan smiled, "Immortal? Uncle Qi's compliment is really impressive."

"Then what do you think the Holy Maiden looks like?" Shang Qijue asked, "Let's hear it?"

Qi He was indeed powerful, comparable to Yuan Wuya, Yan Hui couldn't beat Yuan Wuya, so naturally he couldn't beat Qi He either.

But when he was sparring with Yuan Wuya, Yuan Wuya recalled her, so he showed mercy everywhere, but although Qi He said he was lenient, his moves were fierce and fierce, and Yan Hui was almost hit by a blow several times.

When Qi He competed with Yan Hui, he could feel the strength of Yan Hui. Qi Zhiyan couldn't match Yan Hui's move at all. There was a flash of admiration in his eyes. With such extraordinary strength at such a young age, he might really become the youngest in Xuanling Continent. spirit god.

Yan Hui was hit on the shoulder by Qi He's spiritual skill, but fortunately she dodged in time and did not hit the center of the mouth, otherwise Yan Hui would have gone to see the King of Hades.

Yan Hui spat out blood.

Seeing this, Qi He stopped, and said with a smile: "That's enough, if you continue to fight, you will go to see Lord Yan."

Yan Hui wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, cupped her hands and said, "Thank you."

"Heh, you little girl is interesting, thank you for being beaten and vomiting blood, if you are not Yuan Wuya's disciple, I can teach you." Thinking of this, Qi He felt a little pity.

The mutated ice spirit root, a rare genius spirit root in the world.

Pity!Pity!

"No need," Yan Hui said, "I have a master."

Qi He spread his hands, curled his lips and said: "No need to pull, I'm not willing to teach."

Shang Qijue waited for a long time without seeing Qi Zhiyan say anything, turned his head to see Qi Zhiyan was staring at Yan Hui, he didn't understand the emotion in his eyes, but he always felt that this look made people feel a little uncomfortable.

"What do you think Yan Hui looks like?" Shang Qijue asked, "Did you just say that?"

Qi Zhiyan shook his head and said, "Think of a light."

"A light?" Shang Qi never understood.

What a metaphor! ?

Qi Zhiyan didn't explain too much, Yan Hui and Qi Hebi finished the test, turned around and walked slowly towards Qi Zhiyan.

Every step, gently, stepped on the tip of her trembling heart.

Her eyebrows are picturesque, her eyebrows are clear and her eyes are clear, and her clothes are fluttering as she walks over.

She was obviously not smiling, but Qi Zhiyan still saw a hint of a smile in Yan Hui's eyes.

She seems very happy, is it because she lost?Or is he so happy because he had a fight with a powerful person?

Qi Zhiyan suddenly felt that Yan Hui seemed easy to understand.

Obviously she just stood under the sky so frankly, it was the filth in front of the eyes of the world that made her covered in dust.

Yan Hui stopped and watched Qi Zhiyan grab her hand.

"Are you so happy?" Qi Zhiyan looked at the blood on the corner of her mouth that hadn't been wiped off, and raised her hand. Although Yan Hui dodged it, she let her gently wipe it off for her, "It's all lost."

Yan Hui blinked, as if she didn't understand why Qi Zhiyan asked such a sentence, "There is no winner or loser in the competition, the purpose is to learn."

When Shang Qijue heard this, he praised, "That's right! He really is an exquisite person."

Qi He also knew that Yan Hui competed with him for the purpose of teaching, not to fight him to the death.

"Do you like competing with others?" Qi Zhiyan asked.

Yan Hui nodded.

Qi Zhiyan pointed at herself, "Why don't you fight me?"

Yan Hui looked at Qi Zhiyan seriously, frowned slightly, "You can't."

"why?"

Don't look down on her! ?

"You can't beat me."

This is a fact, Qi Zhiyan is only a middle-level Lingzun, and has never beaten Yanhui of Lingshen.

Qi Zhiyan: "..."

"And..." Yan Hui looked at her spiritual root, "You haven't recovered yet."

Qi Zhiyan's eyes lit up, "If I am well-trained, can I compete with you?"

Yan Hui said lightly: "Yes."

Then he let go of Qi Zhiyan and forcibly grabbed her hand, and went back to the room.

"What do you mean by the Holy Maiden's words just now?" Shang Qijue asked, "Could it be that the Holy Maiden bumped into you during the fiery riot last night?"

Qi He frowned, stepped forward, and said anxiously: "Zhiyan, did that little girl see your seizure last night?"

Qi Zhiyan didn't intend to hide it from them, she nodded and said, "Yes, she saw it."

Qi He immediately checked Qi Zhiyan's body, worried: "Did that little girl attack you, where did you get hurt? Did that little girl sneak attack you?"

Shang Qijue was also full of worry, "Zhiyan, you said just now that you are self-cultivating, but where did you get hurt? Let Uncle Qi take a look?"

"I'm fine, it's just that my energy hasn't recovered yet, I'll be fine after a night of sleep," Qi Zhiyan jumped up and down a few times, afraid that the two of them would be worried, "Look, there's nothing wrong with it."

Seeing that Qi Zhiyan was really fine, Shang Qijue breathed a sigh of relief, "Didn't the saint do anything to you when you got angry?"

"Have."

Qi He immediately flew into a rage, "I'm going to kill her!"

Qi Zhiyan quickly grabbed her old father, and said speechlessly, "Listen to me first, you have a bad temper!"

Shang Qijue also grabbed Qi He, "Palace Master, listen to Zhiyan first."

Qi He said aggressively, "Say it!"

"She helped me alleviate the fiery riot," what Qi Zhiyan said shocked the two of them. "She is the ice root, which can suppress my fiery riot. She noticed my spiritual riot last night, so she helped me Suppressing the Fiery Riot saved me from having a hard time last night."

Qi Zhiyan didn't tell them that it was Yan Hui's blood that could really help her suppress the fiery riots. She was worried that her old father would kill Yan Hui to drink blood for her on impulse.

Qi He didn't expect Yan Hui to help Qi Zhiyan, they were clearly hostile.

Shang Qijue was not surprised that Yan Hui would help Qi Zhiyan, on the contrary, he felt that Yan Hui would make such a move, "The saint is truly an extraordinary person."

Yes--

Qi Zhiyan looked at the closed door, it was this kind of person who allowed her, who lived under the clouds since childhood, to see a glimmer of light in the sky.

The author has something to say: Yan Hui: Let's fight, okay?

Lord God: I will decide the venue.

Yan Hui: What venue?

Lord God: On the bed, I will let you "beat" whatever you want.

System: I can buy good Huanghuali or Simmons, depending on the main god's preference.