Chapter 324: The clock is out of the instrument (second!)

Chapter 324, the clock is out of the instrument (second!)
Ignore naked disregard!
"You dare to hurt me, you dare to hurt the Holy Son!"
A low voice came from the mouth of the Son, and his eyes were staring at the celestial celestial staring away.
That contempt, the look of carelessness made his face more gloomy.
"Leave your name, and soon I will go and marry you, killing you!"
Seeing the figure of Wang Xian, the Son once again said coldly in a cold voice.
Wang Xian’s body paused and slowly turned his head to look at the youth:
You have no chance!

The mouth of the saint broke open and his eyes filled with killing. He stared at his arm and said coldly, "I will kill you for a long time!"
Wang Xian looked at him, his eyes flashing, his mouth slightly tilted, turned and left.
"The Son, you are fine!"
"The Son, let me see your injury, I have a drug here!"
A group of disciples around him recovered from the shock, and the Son was actually wounded by a nameless blow. This is how it is possible.
"Nothing!" said the Son coldly. He looked at the injury on his shoulder and his face was gloomy.
"Sacred son, if it is not this kid sneak attack, if not you did not bring the celestial piano, a kid, the Holy Son you will abandon!"
A young man stared at Wang Xian’s figure and panned toward the Son.
"Humph!"
The Son was cold and gloomy, looking at Tang Yinyu, and asked coldly: "Who is he? From which family?"
Tang Yinyi heard the Son's words and frowned slightly, and slowly shook his head: "The Son, I have something, I will return to the sect!"
She said, turned and left.
"Tang Yin, stop, the Son asks you!"
A Tianyinmen female disciple shouted coldly toward Tang Yin.
Tang Yinyi ignored it and said softly: "The Son is sorry, he is not owed, he has to go back to rest!"
After that, she stepped up and sighed with helplessness and rushed toward Tianyinmen.
"Good, a good Tang Yin!"
The Son saw the shadow of Tang Yin's disappeared, his face gloomy, his eyes chilling, and he went straight to the outside.
"Son!"
Several disciples shouted.
"Go, check the identity of the kid!"
The Son turned his head and said coldly to a disciple.
"It is the Son!"
A group of Tianyin disciples were shocked and said quickly.
The Holy Gate, not everyone can provoke.
Dare to provoke people, die!
......
"Young Master!"
Wang Xian entered the presidential suite, and the magical dragon dragon and the abyss seven dragons immediately shouted respectfully.
"Well, put the information you found there!"
Wang Xian waved at them and picked up the information and walked toward the bedroom.
"Yes!"
The magic green dragon nodded and walked toward the outside.
At this moment, on the ninth peak of Jiufeng Mountain in Ningxia City, Tang Yinyu came to the room with a slight exhaustion.
Put the guqin on the table and look at it.
There are two guqins, one of which is full of cracks and is obviously repaired.
However, the repaired Guqin is no longer available.
Another guqin is blue and looks very precious and beautiful. This is the guqin that her master gave her.
This Qingqin was obtained by her master at a great cost. According to her master, this is a six-level guqin.
Everything has a rank, the same is true for weapons, and the rank of weapons is the same as that of humans. In fact, among the ranks, only the level of Lingcao is quite different from other objects.
Weapons are divided into first-class, second-level, third-level, four-level.... And when the weapon surpasses the nine-level, it is called the sacred spirit, which is the congenital spirit.
The congenital spirit has spirituality. When a weapon reaches the congenital spirit, it will have some incredible power.
For example, in the hands of Wang Xian, Zhan Yu is not something that ordinary people can possess. It is accompanied by the golden peaks. The ordinary warriors hold Zhan Yu and even be killed by Zhan Yu.
But in the same way, if there is a master of the eight-level and nine-level martial arts, you can easily overcome the challenge.
Even the martial arts nine-level hand-held Zhan Yu, can kill half a step innate.
This is the horror of the innate spirit, but the congenital spirits are rarely rare in this world.
The refiner is almost non-existent today, and the technique of refining has been lost. All the famous weapons are all passed down from ancient times.
The sixth grade Qingqin is very precious.
Her master's guqin is also a sixth grade.
Tang Yinyi looked at the box with the guqin. The box was very ordinary and even had a trademark on it.
"Ring tone!"
She looked at the trademark brand and smiled. The ringtone is the world's first-class guqin brand.
The price of a custom-made guqin can reach more than 100,000, and even more expensive to reach millions.
However, this so-called brand Guqin, for her, is no different from ordinary guqin.
There is no way to compare with the Qingqin that her master gave him.
"There is no one in the world, no sincerity, no tricks!"
Tang Yinxi snorted slightly and looked very cute.
I am afraid that she will only show this lovely scene when she is alone.
"Ordinary is normal, my mother gave me a normal guqin!"
Wang Xian did not care too much, she was not prepared to accept this guqin.
Open the box, a quaint, dark red guqin appeared in front of the guqin, with a traditional Chinese character on it.
The central position, two traditional characters, Tang Yin stunned, staring at the two words above.
"No. bell, bell!"
She murmured twice, and as her face changed, her eyes showed a glimmer of shock.
She immediately placed her hand on the clock.
"Hey, bell!"
Suddenly, a pleasant voice came into her mind, like a fairy voice, which made her feel shocked.
For a moment, she felt that her body was full of strength, her eyes were clear, and her body's aura was spinning fast.
"The clock is really a clock!"
Tang Yin's body shook a little, her hands trembled, gently stroking the Guqin, touching each string, the eyes filled with incredible.
"The first guqin in the world, the bell, the guqin used by the most famous guqin master of the history, the guqin used in the spring and autumn, the first of the five tyrants of the Qin dynasty, the grandeur of the piano, the sound of the piano sounds like a bell, the horn Changming, deafening, rumors, Qi Henggong in the battlefield, playing the sound with the bell, to enhance the momentum, become the first of the Spring and Autumn Five!"
Tang Yin muttered in his mouth, and there was a glimmer of heat and love in his eyes.
"The bell, the legendary congenital spirit, did not expect this..."
Her mouth muttered, gently stroking the bell, slowly calming her mood.
At this moment, she suddenly thought of something, immediately turned the clock open, a delicate red sword hanging at the bottom of the position.
The long sword is called the love sword.
Tang Yin bites his lip and bites his face, his face is slightly red, his eyes are blinking.
"Is there a woman who does this kind of thing?"
Haha, now the time of sleeping is completely reversed, and when I have time to reverse, I have written two chapters in the early morning, and I have just finished writing and sleeping at 7:00.
The next three chapters will be written after getting up, it should be 8:00 in the evening, try to update as soon as possible!
Good night, hehe....
(End of this chapter)