-
Add Bookmark | Recommend this book | Back to the book page | My bookshelf | Mobile Reading
Free Web Novel,Novel online - All in hlnovel.com -> Wuxia -> Yipin Cultivation Chapter 211 The Birthday Ceremony is approaching, one after another
Previous page Return to Catalog Next page
- ?
The little seven came to be crazy, playing happily, one big and one small, with different turtle shells on their backs, lying on the ground.
"Your body isn't good, you can't move your back, you're not as good as a baby." The old turtle watched Xiao Qi play around with a smile on his face, but he was quite dissatisfied with Qin Yang.
Qin Yang's complexion turned green, am I not in good health?
In the same state, it is estimated that no monk with a stronger body than him can be found.
However, thinking of the original body of the old turtle before, Qin Yang pinched his nose and couldn't refute it. Compared with the old turtle, he might be in the same realm, and his strength and body would be quite different.
"Let's go, Xiao Qi, play with the old man." The old turtle hugged Xiao Qi, and Xiao Qi didn't push him away, but happily carried a small emerald green turtle shell, and jumped into the sea to play together.
"The old tortoise is just so out of tune. If you are virtuous, you can get used to it, but this time he shed his tortoise shell, which is an extremely precious treasure. The one given to Xiao Qi is the first time he shed his tortoise shell. It has the best spirituality. The defense is also high, the one given to you should have been shed last time, you must refine it carefully." Grandma Cangyu sensed Qin Yang's embarrassment, and explained with a smile.
Qin Yang nodded helplessly, feeling quite entangled.
Does he really have no knowledge at all, and if he feels it a little at this moment, he can realize the preciousness of this turtle shell.
However, it also confirmed the previous guess. In addition to the blood of the underworld, the old turtle really has a trace of the blood of the black turtle.
Only the black tortoise, which is as huge as a mountain, will shed its shell like a giant python again and again.
Although the blood of the black tortoise carried by the old tortoise is not high, it can definitely be regarded as a descendant. After all, only the descendants of the black tortoise have the possibility of moulting.
Calculating the time, the blood of the old tortoise is impure, and it is not as good as the black tortoise that molts its shell every ten thousand years, but it can molt once every thousand years. This tortoise shell is also an extremely precious treasure.
The pure head-to-head protection power is enough for him to resist the attack of monks who are one level higher than himself.
Grandma Cangyu happily left, ignoring Qin Yang who was lying on the ground.
Qin Yang sighed lightly, still reluctant to part with this treasure, stretched out his hand to grab the turtle shell, and used his skills to pick it up and refine it.
As soon as the thought moved, the tortoise shell shrank continuously, submerged into the flesh, and disappeared. Only the torso was covered with a layer of cyan tattoo with tortoise shell patterns.
The tortoise shell disappeared, and the bloodthirsty worm in the black pot behind it seemed to smell the flesh and blood that was close at hand, and started tossing again.
Qin Yang had a thought, experimented a little, and turned into a three-foot-long bloodthirsty worm, which hit his back, but only made a tinkling sound, which could not break through the defense at all.
"Hey, my defense is absolutely invincible within the same rank." Qin Yang couldn't laugh or cry, his expression was gloomy, and he was a turtle shell and a scapegoat.
Even if it is a cultivator of Shenhai, if he can stab him to death with a single sword, he will admit it.
Try to stand up slowly. Although the weight is still heavy, it is less than half of what it was just now. You don't need to think about it to know that the protective power of the turtle shell is probably directly proportional to the weight.
Except for Xiaoqi's tortoise shell, the tortoise shells that the old tortoise shed later should all be of this virtue.
"Boss, come and try?" Qin Yang suppressed his embarrassment, feeling a little swelled by the sudden soaring sense of security, and raised his eyebrows at the orange cat.
The orange cat curled its lips and disappeared in an instant.
"Pa" The tortoise shell on Qin Yang's body surfaced again, and his whole body was crushed to the ground in an instant.
A little fire appeared on the turtle shell, and the orange cat returned to its original place and looked at its paws.
Qin Yang felt a little bit, and there was only a thin white mark on the turtle shell, which was not injured at all, and this was the defensive force of the turtle shell itself.
Involuntarily, the awkward feeling in my heart was thrown aside, and I smiled happily, touching the turtle shell happily.
Ugly is a bit ugly, but it is really a treasure.
The orange cat couldn't understand Qin Yang's swollen appearance, and with a flicker of his figure, a bloodstain appeared on Qin Yang's forehead, and the bloodstain slowly oozes.
Qin Yang's face froze, and he touched his forehead, feeling a little out of breath.
"Boss, did you do it on purpose? It's not like I don't know, I can't protect my head!"
Is he a real turtle, but he can't shrink his neck into the turtle shell in an instant. Besides, he just picked it up and refined it, and it's too early to use it easily. This thing is not something that Sanyuan monks can use at all.
It's completely a child playing big swords, how can he play tricks, just save lives at critical moments.
The orange cat floated in mid-air with its hands in its mouth, quite proud of it.
the"Qin Yang walked out with a figure-of-eight step, unsteadily.
Originally guessed that the way for the orange cat to dissipate that magical power is to do it by itself, but now it seems that the thing that dissipates that magical power is the orange cat's saliva, no wonder I had to lick it every time before .
Since its saliva is a good material, it is hard to say when it will be used in the future.
Take the opportunity to get more, the orange cat should not be fooled next time.
After all, if you can break the magic of non-healing, maybe you can break other things too.
You can try it in the future, if it is true, it can be used as a treasure to wash away the negative state.
If the positive state can be washed away, the orange cat's saliva will be of high value.
Qin Yang was in a good mood, he greeted Grandma Cangyu, and left the flower boat.
After going ashore and arriving at the nearest city, Qin Yang thought of Chen Youda, and didn't know what happened to the second generation ancestor of the weak chicken.
It's a pity that Qiu Sheng's vest has been taken off now, and the other party no longer recognizes him, so it's better not to get close to him, so as to save himself from being dragged down by this guy in the future when major events happen.
Stepping into the city, there is a lot of hustle and bustle, the millennium birthday of Sect Master Xuantian is approaching, and there are many people coming and going here.
The entire Huliang, large and small sects, will send people to Chenghai Prefecture recently to celebrate the upcoming birthday banquet.
There are still many people, just waiting to fish in troubled waters, waiting to see if the bell will ring at the birthday banquet.
If the bell hadn't rung by then, Huliang would definitely be in chaos, the Xuantian Sacred Sect's status as the No. 1 Sacred Sect in Huliang would be unstable, and the allocation of resources from top to bottom would inevitably undergo a reshuffle.
Even if this process will not be completed overnight, the beginning must definitely start from the following small sects.
Therefore, it is inevitable that the people below will not be nervous.
Qin Yang walked through the crowd, found a restaurant at random, watched the people coming and going on the street, and listened to the bragging of people inside and outside the restaurant.
It's a pity that after listening for a long time, I haven't heard any news about the Holy Maiden of the Lingtai. Thinking about it, it's almost the same. This incident has been going on for several months. Besides, the matter of the Holy Maiden of the Lingtai is not considered a breaking news here.
As for the news from Lingtai Shengzong, it is estimated that it has not been passed on, and no one has heard it.
Instead, I heard a lot of other things
The new Lin Chiqing, the Holy Son of Lingtai, has arrived in Chenghai Prefecture. It is said that this person also has a special physique. Before the age of forty, he is already in the Shenhai stage, and he has practiced the Sanyang Kaitai method of the Lingtai Holy Sect. He is humble, powerful, and has a good reputation.
The new face of the Sacred Stone Sect is the little Sacred Son Hua Lian who has always been in the limelight at the Sacred Stone Sect. He has also advanced to the Divine Sea, and the blood-sweat body has also vigorously tapped its potential.
After arriving in Chenghai Prefecture, Hua Lian fought with Lin Chiqing. The fight was in the dark, and the outcome of the two sides was unknown, but at that time, someone saw it from a distance. The air can be felt clearly even tens of miles apart.
What's more, Xuantian Sacred Sect's recent arrests and raids have decreased by more than half. Except for some people who came to make trouble, there are basically no major actions, which makes many people suspicious.
There are all kinds of messy news flying around, but there are not many valuable ones.
Qin Yang sipped his wine, but he could hear it with pleasure. It was foreseeable that there would be dragons and snakes dancing around in Chenghai Prefecture.
He was happy to hear people bragging and farting, Qin Yang felt something in his heart, and walked along the window to look down at the street below.
I saw an old man with white hair and chicken skin, wearing a dark red robe, with a gloomy face, leading a few juniors, passing by below.
Qin Yang was slightly taken aback, secretly wondering.
Elder Xu Shen of Wuliang Taoist Academy, why is he here?
Back then when he was in the tomb of the Huaihuai ghost, Xu Shen had also appeared. At that time, he had a fight with the King of Duole ghosts, which opened the curtain for the follow-up.
In the team, apart from Xu Shen, there are a few familiar ones, all disciples of Wuliang Dao Academy, and they are all seed players.
This made Qin Yang a little surprised, he chose a random city to enter, and it turned out to be the place where Wuliang Daoyuan settled down
Xu Shen led people through the city in a ostentatious way, and everyone along the way voluntarily moved out of the way, suppressing the original noise.
Qin Yang was wondering, when Wuliang Taoist Temple was in Chenghai Prefecture and had such a great influence, he heard people say it.
"Who is this, such a strong evil spirit"
"The evil spirit of fart, Wuliang Daoyuan is far away from our city Haizhou. How can they have the right to dominate here? This is because the ancestor of Wuliang Daoyuan died suddenly."
After listening to a few words, Qin Yang secretly thought about the words "death by sudden death".
The ancestor of Wuliang is actually dead, and he is not dead (Remember the website address of this website: www.hlnovel.com); After listening to a few words, Qin Yang secretly thought about the words "death by sudden death".
The ancestor of Wuliang is actually dead, and he is not dead (Remember the website address of this website: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
- Previous pageCatalogNext page