The Ultimate Student in the City

In Bian Tuo's view, the appearance of this green figure is far more than his **** pill furnace was burned, and even more unimaginable than the young man's ability to forcibly resist his unreserved blow. .

His horrified eyes fell on the young man again, and the horror became a bit more intense.

Who is this young man?

What purpose did he make such a fuss about the God Pill Furnace? Is it possible that Tianyu wants to move him?

Before he could think about it, Pill Shen Biantuo quickly put away his ghost hand, his figure flashed, his figure came to the green figure, and said, "Mr. Qinglong."

Mr. Qinglong looked indifferent as before, nodded slightly and said: "Give me a face."

As soon as he said this, Li Zedao was truly shocked, and decisively felt that Mr. Qinglong was the leader of the pretending world.

Bian Tuo's expression was slightly stagnant.

There are only a handful of people who dare not give face to Mr. Qinglong, and he is naturally not included.

Even if he is the Pill God Biantuo, even if he still has a ghost hand, his strength is no less than a lot of powerhouses who have left names on the sky list.

Therefore, even if he himself is quite shameless, he must give Mr. Qinglong enough face, so he forcibly suppressed the murderous intent, and said again, "Yes."

Mr. Qinglong knew that the other party didn't understand what he meant, so he pointed to Li Ze, who was struggling to get up, and said: "He wants a ghost hand."

Bian Tuo's complexion instantly became extremely stiff.

He thought that Mr. Qinglong meant to give me a face. Although you were insulted and your sacred pill furnace was burned, don't embarrass this young man. This thing ends here.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Qinglong meant to give me face, you quickly strip the ghost hand from your own soul and give it to that young man.

Seeing that young man's innocent face, his eyes were full of playfulness and sarcasm, Bian Tuo almost spewed a mouthful of old blood when his chest was stuffy.

Bian Tuo took a deep breath and said, "Mr. Qinglong, I'm afraid I can't give you your face."

Qinglong said blankly: "Since you can't give it, then you don't have to give it."

As soon as the voice fell, the entire space was suddenly enveloped in death-like silence.

At the same time, Mr. Qinglong put the love flute in his hand to his mouth.

Bian Tuo's heart shuddered, his face was as black as ink, and the muscles on his face were still twitching slightly.

He really did not expect that the dignified Mr. Qinglong would say that he would do it, and he quickly said more than a dozen names, indicating that he was familiar with these people.

This includes the patriarchs of several Glory families, and even Bian Tuo mentioned Baihu, who is one of the four ambassadors with Qinglong.

Mr. Qinglong still didn't have any expression on his face, and said indifferently: "These people you are talking about must give me face."

"..."

What kind of words hurt the most?

In Dan Shen Biantuo's opinion, the truth is the most hurtful.

Mr. Qinglong was telling the truth, so Bian Tuo suffered extremely severe injuries in an instant. His heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys all hurt, his soul trembled, his eyes began to turn black, and his throat began to turn sweet.

Bian Tuo didn’t doubt Mr. Qinglong’s words at all. He had reason to believe that if Mr. Qinglong killed him, the people he mentioned just now would only assume that nothing happened, and even said that Bian Tuo didn’t give Mr. Qinglong unexpectedly. The face is really stupid, and there is more than a guilty death.

Because these people really didn't dare not give face to Mr. Qinglong.

Just, why do you want to bully people so much?

When Li Zedao heard it, his pupils widened, and he felt that his blood was boiling wildly, so he spouted another mouthful of blood.

But his eyes were very bright when he looked at Mr. Qinglong, and at that moment he showed an expression of absolute worship, and he almost fell to his knees and worshipped at Qinglong's feet.

Listen, how shocking and exciting these words sounded.

In addition, I said it in such a calm voice, which not only expresses my absolute awesomeness, but also makes people not think you are pretending to be.

At that moment, it could even cause powerful lethality and severely injure others... You see, as strong as the Pill God, Bian Tuo was also seriously injured.

At this moment, Li Zedao had a strong desire for absolute strength.

Only with the support of absolute strength can you be qualified to say such words that are both arrogant and not pretending to be arrogant.

Bian Tuo knew that he was already on the verge of death, even if he had a ghost hand, he was definitely not the opponent of Qinglong's love flute.

Moreover, he can't do anything with Mr. Qinglong, because Mr. Qinglong's background is too big, and what stands behind him is the high sky!

Working with Mr. Qinglong is equivalent to provoking Tian's authority.

So he must quickly retract the foot that is about to step out, otherwise he will really go to death.

So he tried to speak, every word, almost unable to make a sound.

The voice that came out finally felt strange to him even himself.

"Mr. Qinglong's face... of course it is to be given."

These words seemed to consume all the spirit of Pill God Biantuo at once, his chest could no longer be straightened, and his body was still trembling slightly.

"I have never liked to force others, so you don't have to be so embarrassed." Qinglong said lightly.

I want a ghost hand, I just take it myself, and it's not difficult or troublesome at all.

If you are like this, I'm not very good at continuing to shoot.

Li Zedao sneered in his heart, your sister is already like this, but you are ashamed to say that you never like to force others.

The skin is really thick enough.

The muscles on Bian Tuo’s face jumped wildly, and he naturally knew that his own "rudeness" had already made Mr. Qinglong murderous. Mr. Qinglong was indeed a person who would be retributable to the scorn, but anyone dared to disobey him a little Meaning, he must let his soul fly away.

He quickly took a deep breath and bowed his hand again, his forehead was almost touching his belly button, and he said quickly: "It's not difficult at all!"

"Mr. Qinglong, please wait a moment, I will peel the ghost hand from my own soul and send it to the young man."

Bian Tuo raised his head slightly to look at the young man, no longer the slightest hatred, only complexity, only pain, and more confusion.

What a terrifying background this young man has, he can let Mr. Qinglong personally come forward to help him solve this matter.

Is it related to Miss Luohua?

No, Miss Luo Hua is just a fierce beast in front of Mr. Qinglong.

Moreover, in his opinion, Miss Luohua was just an excuse for wanting a ghost hand that the young man mentioned at random.

He wouldn't be a god...son?

Pill God Biantuo vaguely heard that Tian has many children, and the most powerful of them seems to be the three.

One is the emperor, the second is the ninety-five, and the third is the supreme.

It is said that the cultivation of the three sons of Tian is extremely terrifying, and it is expected that Tian's item is back.

Is this young man one of the sons of the sky...what's the joke?

Without an answer to the question, Bian Tuo didn't continue thinking about it.

His face, which has always been indifferent, has been attacked by wrinkles that look like gullies, and there is a shadow of death on his face.

After a stick of incense, Bian Tuo sent a hand of a beauty carved from a palm of white jade to Li Zedao. At this time, the wrinkles on Bian Tuo’s complexion became deeper, and the gray of death became more intense, and his body was right. Twitching slightly.

Li Zedao knew that this old guy was doing this because of excessive anger and shame, and even more so because of the removal of the ghost hand by himself, which had already damaged his soul, and even his soul was missing.

Li Zedao stretched out his hand to take it, apologetic and grateful: "Thank you, Mr. Biantuo."

This is not gloating, but he really wants to thank Bian Tuo at this time.

Ten artifacts for the capable.

Bian Tuo can have Guishou, it proves that he is recognized by Guishou, Guishou believes that he is qualified to be its master, so in a strict sense, Guishou also belongs to Bian Tuo.

Li Ze said that it was arrogant and grabbing, so he felt somewhat apologetic.

Bian Tuo thought that this kid was cheap and good. He felt ear-piercing abnormally, and his injury worsened again. Shocking blood was slowly flowing from the corners of his mouth.

Li Zedao again apologized quite sincerely, and cautiously explained why the lower **** pill furnace caught fire.

"Mr. Bian Tuo, I really can’t help myself. I have always had a dream of alchemy. I saw those alchemy materials in the sacred alchemy furnace before, and when my hands were itchy, I wanted to learn how to make alchemy. Be careful it burns..."

Bian Tuo didn't hear anything, and he felt that his eyes were so dark, and then he fell heavily to the ground and fell into a coma.

Mr. Qinglong glanced at Li Zedao expressionlessly, feeling that the shamelessness of this young man had reached a very high level just like his luck.

He never knew what sympathy was, but he glanced at the fainted Pill Shen Biantuo on the ground, and felt that this old guy seemed very pitiful.

Li Zedao was a little aggrieved. My son was really upset and wanted to apologize.

Mr. Qinglong looked at Li Zedao again, and said lightly: "Only this time."

Li Zedao naturally understood what Mr. Qinglong meant.

A certain purpose can only be achieved once by his hand.

He came out to help him only once.

But next time, not only will he not save him, but he will kill him himself.

Li Zedao didn't think that Mr. Qinglong was joking with him, so he bowed his hand and said seriously, "Thank you, Mr. Qinglong."

In any case, because Qinglong Li Zedao was able to take the ghost hand from Bian Tuo's hands, Li Zedao was grateful for Qinglong.

In fact, Li Zedao borrowed the hand of Mr. Qinglong and there was a gambling element in it.

Mr. Qinglong is naturally qualified to force Bian Tuo to hand over the ghost hand, but what if Mr. Qinglong takes the ghost hand as his own? After all, that is one of the top ten artifacts.

Li Zedao thought about it seriously, and finally felt that Qinglong wouldn't care about ghosts.

Because he is the four ambassadors around Tian and because he is Mr. Qinglong, he will not do such embarrassing things.

Besides, even if he gets the ghost hand, the ghost hand does not necessarily recognize him.

In case of disapproval, it would be even more embarrassing.

Mr. Qinglong responded indifferently: "You are not as important as you think. It is possible for others to perform the task you are going to perform."