"Master, that fish bone?" Xu Qing felt that the ancestor of Vajra Sect and the shadow could no longer keep up with his combat power, so he had the idea of ​​changing it.

This idea was sensed by the ancestor of Vajra Sect, and the iron sign vibrated strongly.

The shadow behind him also began to twist, emitting a fluctuation of fear and begging for mercy.

Xu Qing ignored it, but Ling'er noticed it and looked at the shadow curiously.

The shadow shook, changed its strategy and showed a compliment to Ling'er.

Hearing Xu Qing's words, Master Qi smiled slightly. He had long noticed the messy things on his disciple, but since he knew that Xu Qing had a divine finger in his body, he had been accustomed to it.

"I divided the fish bones into three parts and are being sacrificed. I will take another half a month to form."

"It's a pity that Bai Xiaozhuo's three fish bones have dissipated."

Seventh Master regretted that he also asked about Xu Qing's previous teleportation of the altar battle before, but Xu Qing did not hide it and told everything.

In this way, as the shadow continued to please Ling'er and even split into various ways, causing Ling'er to laugh happily, the big wings flew through the desert, moved to the nearest teleportation point, approaching Yinghuangzhou.

Two days later.

The white snow field in Huangzhou was reflected in Xu Qing's eyes.

The wind here is colder than the county, with more snowflakes falling from the sky and rolling from the ground, endlessly covering sight and lakes.

But there are thousands of figures waiting here, becoming clearer in the wind and snow.

The leader is the great elder of the sword-holding court in the embassy of the Imperial Prefecture.

The moment Dayi approached, the elder looked solemn and bowed with fists.

"Welcome to the county magistrate."

Thousands of people behind him, and like this, bowed one after another.

This is etiquette and must be.

The identity of the Seventh Master is no longer the Seventh Blood Child Sect Master, he is the county magistrate.

In the crowd, in addition to the sword-holder, there were also some sect monks.

The cultivation of these sects is divided into two parts, one is black in Taoist robe and has blood patterns. They are the Litu Sect.

The other Taoist robe is golden, looks extraordinary, and seems to have a fairy spirit rising. It is Taisi Immortal Sect.

But no matter whether the blood evil or the unworldly robes are, they will not affect their respectful expressions.

The seventh Master looked as usual, and could not see any fluctuations in his mood. It seemed that at his age, he had already seen all this. Those emotional desires that returned home in glory for ordinary people will not cause any trouble in him.

Xu Qing was by his side, noticed the Master's expression and admired him very much. He felt that he was not as good as Master, because at this moment, he was still feeling turbulent in his heart.

"Master, junior brother..."

A voice full of sighs came from the crowd of Taisi Immortal Sect. A figure wearing a seven-blooded child Taoist robe, a high hat on his head, a thin body, and a heavy dark circle, walked out of the crowd quickly.

Xu Qing immediately recognized that it was his third senior brother.

It was just the other person's appearance that made him take a breath.

Too thin and listless, it seems that his body has been hollowed out.

Especially behind the third senior brother... there were seven or eight young women following, each holding a baby in his arms.

Xu Qing's eyes widened, and the Qi Master beside him had no expression at this moment and spoke calmly.

"Outstanding!"

The voice was cold and Xu Qing immediately realized that Master was really angry.

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Chapter completed!