Chapter 287: Stocking

  The person who shot was actually Leng Shiqi’s cheap master, no picture!
  Leng Shiqi was truly horrified in his heart, and his horror was naturally the intangible strength!
  The one who was chasing him was a master in the Linggang realm, and he could start a mountain and establish a faction outside, creating a master-level master of second-rate forces.
  If it weren’t for Leng Seventeen’s ability to mobilize a part of the power of the colorful streamer, he would have died nine years ago under the Great Handprint of Frost.
   However, such a master-level master can be destroyed in the hands of Wuxiang!
  This is the strength of a master of human unity! This is the strength of the Nether Bloodcloth Killer!
   Just as Leng Shiqi was shocked, but then Wuxiang slapped him into the air with a slap, Wuxiang pointedly said: "I told you not to run around, you are better, I ran directly to the South Shenfeng!
  What are you doing here? You can’t be too young for your son. I came here, and I actually hid for three months. Do you know how worried I am! "
  Leng Shiqi was still a little touched when he heard this.
   But there was no sign and continued: "Do you know that I went to ask you for a good luck for your teacher, but you disappeared, and I became a joke!"
  I don’t want face? "
  Leng Shiqi was feeling dumbfounded again. His feelings were touched just now, but Wuxiang did save his life. This is true.
  But why does no phase appear here?
  "Is he here to find me on a special trip?" This thought came to Leng Shiqi's mind.
   But he was suddenly stunned again, and said hurriedly: "By the way, Gu San is still nearby."
   Wuxiang but said: "You save yourself, she was picked up by the bone demon a long time ago."
  Bone Demon?
  Blood-clothed pavilion's chief elder bone demon, has the powerhouse of Yuan realm come in person?
  It seems that Gu San is extremely important in the mind of Bone Demon.
  At this time, a remnant soul power poured into his body. This was the remnant soul of the Linggang realm master, which was a supplement to Leng Seventeenth Congress.
  He felt comfortable in his body, and then asked with a little doubt: "Master, do you know who it was just now?"
   "Hmph, he has been avoiding the use of the sect's unique skills, but he still exposed that the practice technique is the Thousand Magical Sword Art."
  Thousand Magic Sword Art!
  He is from the Thousand Fantasy Sword School!
  "Is he the man behind the scenes mentioned by Ou Tzuyu?" Leng Shiqi thought secretly, and couldn't help but glance at Wuxiang.
  However, Wuxiang did not pay attention to him, and then Wuxiang left Nanshenfeng with Leng Shiqi. Along the way, he did not mention anything about Ou Tzuyu, which made Leng Shiqi a little strange.
  He originally prepared some words, but now they don’t use them at all.
  Cold Seventeen This reminds me of the past!
  He had entered the tomb of Bo Yuanhou when he first arrived at the branch pavilion of Donglin County, but when he returned to the branch pavilion, the Da Ge Ling Guijue did not ask him where he went.
  Later, Feng Shamo took over as the leader of the Great Pavilion, allowing him to break through the spiritual realm within half a year. So he ran to the demon mountain range, Feng Shamo knew about this.
  But the monster mountain range first won the beast tide’ broke out, and then the great monster crossed the robbery, and Yu Beast Zhai and the blood beast sect fought there. There must be these pieces of information in the Bloody Clothes Pavilion, but Feng Shamo never asked him about his stay in the Demon Mountain Range.
  Even after he entered the phantom realm as ‘Zuo Qiuyu’, it is now known that ‘Zuo Qiuyu’ has obtained the information on the inheritance of the Dream Palace. But whether it's Wind Killing Mo or Wuxiang, or even the senior officials of Xueyi Pavilion have never mentioned the practice!
  Including his coming to Nanshen Peak.
  Although he was here to assassinate Ou Tzuyu, the senior officials of Xueyi Pavilion knew that both of them possessed the techniques of the Dream Palace. Now he disappeared inexplicably for three months. After he came out, not only did his cultivation skyrocket to the third level of the Spiritual Vessel Realm, he could also arouse the power of the colorful streamer here.
  Can't you see the invisible?
   Wuxiang should not ask him if he got Ou Tzuyu’s exercises? Is there any opportunity?
How is    completely different from Ou Tzuyu’s Thousand Fantasy Sword School?
  After connecting all this together, he discovered one thing, that is, the pavilion seemed to give him great freedom, as if he was stocking him!
  Where did he go, don’t ask.
  He doesn’t have to ask what he got. Even Wuxiang never gave him any powerful spiritual skills, spiritual weapons or the like.
  This is completely a stocking practice!
  However, just like this way of restocking, the fifteen-year-old Spirit Vessel Level 3 was restocked!
  Leng Shiqi didn't know why the senior officials of Xueyi Pavilion would treat him this way, but it would be good for him. After all, his secrets really couldn't stand scrutiny.
  With or without phase leading the way, the three of them returned to the pavilion.
  There was nothing on this road and there was no idleness, and he was thinking about it from beginning to end. Leng Shiqi made him lose face. It was the first time Leng Shiqi had been with Wu for such a long time before he knew that his mouth was so broken.
  As soon as he returned to Xueyige Leng Shiqi, he remembered something. He took out the head of'Ou Tzuyu' and said: "Master, Ou Tzuyu has been killed by me, but the mission deadline has passed. What should I do?"
  The task of assassinating Ou Tzuyu is not low, and the blood drop alone has a full 300 points. It is a pity to give up like this.
   Wuxiang took his head and glanced at random, and said: "I will arrange it for you."
Leng Seventeen Seeing Wuxiang did not doubt the authenticity of the head, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank you, Master, but ~EbookFREE.me~ I want to drip the blood of the mission to Bone III, you see... "
  Who knew he was not over yet, Wuxiang slapped Leng Shiqi’s shoulder with a slap!
  There was a faint "crack" on his shoulder, which made him grin in pain, but fortunately he would not make a fool of himself with a mask.
Wuxiang's head leaned over and quietly said: "You are amazing, this is going to start with that girl. Hey, don't worry, you will be fully supported by the teacher in this matter, and you must give me the bone demon's stunts after it's done. Steal a few back!
  As far as I know, the Bone Demon has passed the Ghost Bone Cold Fire Sword to Bone San. You have to find a way to get it. "
  Cold seventeen: "..."
  I couldn’t talk about this topic anymore, so he had to change the subject and said: "Master, there is still something unclear to the disciple. Last time you went to ask for a chance, I don’t know what it is?"
Mentioned this matter, Wuxiang's attitude suddenly became dignified. He said: "This incident may have happened several years later, but you and Gu San's girl broke through the spiritual realm one after another, so they went ahead of time. Up.
  Your current cultivation base is at the third level of the Spirit Vein Realm, so you are more sure. "
  Leng Shiqiyi suddenly felt that Monk Zhang Er couldn't figure it out, but he keenly realized that this matter might be related to Xuewudao, "Master, what do you need a disciple to do."
   Wuxiang solemnly said: "You, need to win the next gambling battle! You must win!"