Chapter 125: The big demon is fishing Qingyun City!

This "Secret Strategy for Immortality" is very secretive, as long as it is displayed, it will automatically open, and then a full house of flowers will bloom, with its own sweet fragrance.
It's not the time for turning books to blossom.
The jade book was placed on the table, faintly illuminated by fluorescent light, but at this noon, it was covered by the blazing sun. The light of the jade book was very unclear. Only the handwriting on the cover seemed to come alive one by one. Jumped out of the page and onto the table.
Chen Xinglie gently raised his hand and held the corner of the jade book.
The jade book could not be opened, and it failed to show the beauty of blooming flowers, but the handwriting on the cover appeared.
"Only hate time and ruthlessness, time is easy to grow old!"
"This hatred will never end!"
Two lines of handwriting,? The jade book floated out, suspended on the table.
Li Qinglian stared straight at these two lines, her eyes full of amazement, and she suddenly remembered that Chen Xinglie once said that the old lady in the great dynasty was reluctant to die, so she wanted to fight for this ancient book.
This……
This is "The Secret Policy of Not Old Flowers"?
Li Qinglian stared at the handwriting for a long time, muttering: "Does the person who created this jade book secret policy back then counts on this jade book and seeks the road to immortality and immortality?"
Chen Xinglie closed his eyes and seemed to be asleep.
Li Qinglian bit her lip, courageously, and asked in a low voice: "Master. The old lady of the Great King Dynasty, once they get this "Secret Policy for Immortality", can they really live forever?"
Even if she knew that the queen dowager in the palace had already been occupied by the magpie's nest, she was a master of the monster race, Li Qinglian still did not use the term "old witch" to call the queen dowager. After all, this little maid is the nine princesses of the Great King Dynasty, and the queen mother belongs to her Old grandmother.
Chen Xinglie opened a gap in his eyes and smiled non-committal. Said: "Guess."
guess?
How can this be guessed?
Li Qinglian secretly looked at Chen Xinglie’s expression, feeling that Ning Fenghan had already appeared outside Qingyun City, which meant that Yuer was about to take the bait. Under this situation, the great demon should be in a good mood, so she tentatively asked: "Master. If Xiaoqing calls her master brother-in-law, will the master kill Xiaoqing with a single sword?"
Brother-in-law?
Chen Xinglie immediately remembered Zhao Yumeng.
In terms of the relationship between Li Qinglian and Zhao Yumeng and the teachers and sisters, it is reasonable to call her brother-in-law.
However, Chen Xinglie, no matter what was reasonable or unreasonable, only said indifferently: "Do you think this seat will kill you?"
Li Qinglian lowered her head angrily, not daring to say more, but her eyes were secretly looking at the jade book on the table, hoping to see some mysteries from this book "Secret Strategies for Not Old Flowers", but such a move is doomed It will be in vain.
Chen Xinglie only glanced at Li Qinglian and didn't bother to pay attention.
The book has not been opened.
Could Li Qinglian look through the cover of the jade book to see the exercise formulas inside?
Such a method is no longer the ability of people in the martial arts of the lower realm. Only the masters of the upper realm can display it. The masterpiece of martial arts has a variety of inheritance, and the names of the various methods are also varied and different.
Such as the eyes of the sky, the eyes of the sky,? Eyes of Deception, Candlelight Insight, Golden Eyes, Three Eyes to the Sky, Perspective Eyes, Hole as Electric View...
Chen Xinglie can think of dozens of them at once.
It's a pity that such a method is extremely mysterious and complicated. No matter what kind of magical powers you cultivate, you have to raise your cultivation level above the land gods before you can practice.
However, it is precisely because of Chen Xinglie's experience in the upper realm that he can feel at ease. In this Qingyun City, sit firmly on the Diaoyutai, and don't put the lower realm, a land in the martial arts world, in his eyes.
It will be the top of Ling Ling, overlooking the mountains.
The horizon is infinite and wide.
Chen Xinglie's ambition has always been more than just this world of martial arts.
The rising sun moves westward.
Huhuhu...
In Qingyun City, the wind is gradually rising.
Only one stick of incense had passed before noon, Ning Fenghan and Mo Yixiao, already on the painting boat, had settled the matter, and arrived outside Qingyun City.
No one enters the city, the wind has blown.
The strong wind blew and screamed in the city.
The Xiangdong Street where Chen Xinglie was located was an old street in Qingyun City. The house was in disrepair for a long time. It could not stand the strong wind, shaking and creaking, and then collapsed into a pile of broken logs.
Bang bang!
The simple courtyard wall of the small courtyard collapsed in the wind.
The surrounding temperature dropped sharply.
In an instant, the weather changed from a warm sunny day to windy weather.
The bonfire in the courtyard was blown to the flames.
Li Qinglian only felt cold all over, breathing white air in her mouth, and only felt that a martial arts aura like a mountain appeared in the east of Qingyun City.
"Come! Master, that Ning Fenghan is here!"
Li Qinglian stood up abruptly, turned her head and stared at the city gate, only to see a burly and stalwart figure, stepping into the air step by step, walking towards the top of the tower.
Mo Yixiao, Lin Daoyuan, Qin Wannian and others slowly followed.
"Don't panic."
Chen Xinglie closed his eyes and said, "This guy was fishing in Qingyun City. It was so easy that the fish swam to the hook. If you make a fuss and run away from you, what can you do to compensate for the loss?"
The land is in Dongcheng.
And only Chen Xinglie will be as stable as Mount Tai without changing his face and heartbeat.
This sudden gust of wind in the city, in Chen Xinglie's eyes, was nothing more than a routine operation of the land gods calling for wind and rain.
Li Qinglian was in shock, patted her chest, and added cautiously: "Ning Fenghan hasn't come yet. He just climbed the twenty-foot-high tower and is staring at us."
Chen Xinglie didn't even open his eyes, as if sleeping soundly, talking in his dreams: "The wind and frost is big, the weather is cold, I am optimistic about the campfire of this seat, if the bean curd in this pot is cold, it will not smell."
Li Qinglian had to squat down and cook the pile of bonfires that were blown out by the cold wind, but his mind gradually settled down, thinking: "Even the elder Shang Qingkong, too, can't beat the big devil. How can Ning Fenghan beat a big demon? I am afraid that only this princess, with low martial arts strength, will be frightened and lost by the prestige of land immortals..."
The strong wind in the city continued.
Ning Fenghan didn't rush to do it for some reason.
After half an hour.
A violent sound of war drums came from far north of the city, followed by the sound of rumbling footsteps, neatly coordinated with the sound of drums, if there is thunder!
Xi Fengjun is here.
Chang Kong Wuji, wearing a shining and reflective armor, brought a group of Northern Xinjiang masters, galloped over, climbed the tower in the east of the city, and joined Ning Fenghan and others.
The wind in the city stopped abruptly.
There is only a thin layer of hoarfrost spreading on the streets of Qingyun City, like a carpet, extending from the downstairs of the city east to Xiangdong Street.
Outside Chen Xinglie's small courtyard.
Ning Fenghan stepped on a carpet of hoarfrost.
Long walk and tiger step.
Awe-inspiring.