Ying Ziqing looked at these items caught from fishing and felt in his heart that he finally got rid of the title of non-chief.
He looked at the red blood fruit in the system space,
【Red Blood Fruit】:
After taking it, it can help the user to improve to two small realms. Note: It is invalid for use in the realms above the late stage of True Spirit.
Ying Ziqing rubbed his chin and looked at the two red blood fruits in the system space, already assigning their belongings.
He moved his gaze to the second item
[Liuwei Mie Shen Pills]:
An ancient forbidden drug that can poison immortals and gods. After being consumed, the body and soul will fester together and die in endless pain and torture. Note: This product can also be divided into small pieces for use, and the effect will be reduced accordingly.
Good guy, this forbidden poison can kill immortals and gods. This forbidden poison was very precious even in ancient times. If used properly, Jie Jie...
Finally, he looked at the summoning panel for the last Yelu Zhiwu.
The great shaman of Mobei is also the number one master in Mobei. He has a cultivation level in the middle stage of True Spirit. Although he is proficient in divination, his interest is fighting and he is obsessed with fighting.
I am quite interested in the naive Aogu Ying Ziqing who has a force value of 200 and an IQ of 50 in the original work.
He had a thought in his mind,
There was a flash of white light in the room,
The next second, Yelu Zhiwu appeared in front of Ying Ziqing.
He wears a golden mask with complicated patterns on his face, with red eyes peeking out from under the mask. His mid-length black hair hangs down the back of his head. His upper body is covered with various small objects, and his lower body is dressed in a gray slit dress. , the contrast is incredible, and the slender and straight jade legs are looming.
The top only reached to her belly button, and her slender white waist was clearly visible, without any trace of fat. She also held a slender staff in her hand.
Yelu Zhiwu knelt down on one knee barefoot, revealing her slender white legs. A childish voice with a hint of heroism sounded from under the mask:
"Great Shaman Yelu Zhiwu, see the Marshal."
"Get up."
Yelv Zhiwu stood up and stood there obediently. Ying Ziqing stepped forward and raised his right hand, taking off the mask on Yelv Zhiwu's face.
The mask was lifted to reveal Yelu Zhiwu's breathtakingly pretty face.
The facial features are straight and three-dimensional, and the sharp and wild face has a heroic spirit.
Like a wild cat, people can't help but want to conquer it.
Ying Ziqing picked up Yelv Zhiwu's somewhat confused pretty face, raised the corner of her mouth and said:
"You still look better without a mask. From now on, don't wear a mask in front of me."
Yelv Zhiwu tilted his head and asked with doubtful eyes, "Why?"
Ying Ziqing tapped his head lightly and said:
"If you don't want to wear it, don't wear it."
"Well, I got it..."
Yelv Zhiwu raised her slender hands to protect her head and said reluctantly.
Ying Ziqing couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth when he looked at Yelu Zhiwu who looked like a child.
Why does it feel like bringing up a baby? But then I thought about it. After all, Yelu Zhiwu, who is only nineteen years old, has been obsessed with martial arts since childhood and has no contact with the outside world. His heart is as simple as that of a thirteen or fourteen-year-old child. Even poor acting skills can be fooled by her.
But feeling the pressure of the middle stage of True Spirit radiating from her body,
Forget it, just be silly.
Ying Ziqing saw Yelv Zhiwu's big eyes full of wildness and heroic spirit looking at him eagerly, and said uncomfortably:
"What's wrong? Why do you think I'm so handsome?"
"Commander, I want to challenge you to a duel." Yelv Zhiwu looked at Ying Ziqing with a look of longing in his eyes, and he spoke out what he was thinking honestly.
A smile flashed in Ying Ziqing's eyes, he looked at Yelv Zhiwu, turned his palm over, and a red blood fruit appeared in his hand.
"Your cultivation level is only in the middle stage of True Spirit. You are really too weak. This is a treasure of heaven and earth that can help you break through two realms in a row. After you break through, you can come to me for a duel."
There was a trace of surprise on Yelvzhiwu's pretty face, and she immediately took the red blood fruit and swallowed it.
Ying Ziqing: "..."
No, he swallowed such a big red blood fruit directly, and he originally thought that he would take it when Yelvzhiwu was adjusted to the best condition, but he didn't expect that this fool would swallow it directly after hearing that it could improve two realms.
Looking at the flushed Yelu Zhiwu, Ying Ziqing sighed helplessly, carried her to his bed, and asked her to sit cross-legged and meditate, using her internal energy to digest the medicinal power of the red blood fruit.
Yelv Zhiwu closed her beautiful eyes, frowning slightly, and a faint pink energy seeped out from the pores on the surface of her skin.
Ying Ziqing folded his arms and protected Yelv Zhiwu. After all, this may be his number one master in the future. Apart from the shortcomings of being a bit naive, he is pretty good. As a commander, he naturally has to take good care of her.
This red blood fruit was originally intended to be used by the Mirror Heart Demon to improve his strength, but compared with Yelu Zhiwu in the middle stage of True Spirit, it was a waste of such a good talent and earthly treasure to give him.
Anyway, the Mirror Heart Demon is considered a think tank, and the think tank doesn't have to have too high a level of cultivation.
Mirror Heart Demon: ...So love will disappear, right...
About a quarter of an hour later, the room was filled with extremely terrifying pressure. If it weren't for Ying Ziqing's suppression, this pressure could even level the entire Young Master's Mansion.
Yelv Zhiwu's closed eyes suddenly opened, and the red pupils were shining with golden light.
The terrifying coercion around her was absorbed into her body. Seeing this, Ying Ziqing also raised his hand to remove the restrictions he had placed on the room.
Yelv Zhiwu looked at Ying Ziqing's handsome face, feeling that his body had reached the peak of the true spirit, as if it had inexhaustible inner strength, and said excitedly:
"Commander, I feel like I can beat you ten times now!"
Ying Ziqing twitched his face and flexed his fists. It seemed that this fool was still not used to his own strength, so let her know what it means to be in the martial arts and that it is never-ending.
"Let's go, I will compete with you in a deserted place."
After a while,
On a mountain peak dozens of miles away from Xianyang City, the tall and mighty Haechi sat quietly on the edge, looking at the two people standing opposite each other.
Ying Ziqing took out the Longquan Sword that had not been used for a long time from the system space, and pointed the sword's edge at Yelu Zhiwu who was holding the staff.
He opened his mouth and said: "Come on, let me see the level of other peak true spirit masters."
Yelvzhi touched her beautiful nose and hummed,
"Be careful, Commander."
After saying that, she stepped hard on her foot, and her figure appeared in front of Ying Ziqing almost instantly, and the staff held high in her hand fell suddenly.
However, Ying Ziqing's figure suddenly turned into an elemental body, and the staff passed through his thunder body and hit the ground heavily, causing dust to fly and leaving a large crater of tens of meters.
Then Ying Ziqing pointed out, and the violent power of thunder instantly knocked Yelv Zhiwu away.
