Chapter 315 (1/2)
At the moment when Zhou Xiaotian became a corpse and fell into the river, the screams on both sides seemed to disperse the clouds in the sky, which lasted for several minutes.
”Zhou Xiaotian lost?”
”Zhou Xiaotian is dead?”
”Does the saint daughter display blood martial arts?”
”Originally, I thought there were only sound wave magic, but I didn't expect to have sound wave blood skills!”
”The blood, sound and blood skills of this move are comparable to the legendary lion roar!”
”That sound wave was so terrible that it actually reached the point of materialization. Zhou Xiaotian was killed by the earthquake in the air!”
”As the daughter of a saint, she is so happy that she can create any martial arts skills she wants to learn!”
……
Somewhere in the attic, dead silence.
Huoxieyun, Zhou Daoji, Qingyi and Ziyi all had smiles on their faces for a moment, but this smile was completely rigid.
”Lost?” The eyes of fire evil cloud are dull.
”Dead?” Zhou Daoji also looks unbelievable.
”Damn it! The young girl's hidden strength, we are trapped by her! ” Qingyi and Ziyi sisters gnash their teeth and have the impulse to spit blood.
Zhou Xiaotian's death is nothing.
No one cares.
Even Zhou Daoji is no exception. The Zhou family has more seedlings than others. It is no problem to have one more but one less.
But this time it's not just face that's lost.
And two million drops of spirit liquid!
This is blood loss!
……
Wangjiang tower.
Murong Qing, Miaoyin two women holding together, and jumping and jumping, joy bad.
Little Phoenix wins!
This means that they are making a lot of money this time.
However, they were more shocked. The last mysterious voice of little Phoenix was so terrible that one of them was shocked to death in the space. It was a nightmare of the gas refining friars.
But Lanting frowned.
She found the sound familiar to her, as if she had heard it somewhere.
Soon, she remembered.
Last year, a sub jar owner presented her with a mysterious stone carved with Phoenix totem. The stone was called Echo stone, which was found in an ancient tomb deep underground. Because it was a flattering gift, she didn't want it.
However, the echo stone vaguely recorded a bird song. Although it was not as clear as the little Phoenix, she could be sure that it was the same sound.
The sub jar owner told her that the voice might be the voice of Phoenix. Phoenix really existed in this world.
I can't help but sit there with my long legs.
Can we say that the song and cry of the little Phoenix is the voice of the Phoenix?
……
Ye feiye is also full of shock. His chest is full and firm. He looks at Jun Chen: ”what skill is this?”
Jun dust calm way: ”I said before, this is a bird call.”
Of course, Jun Chen didn't Tell ye feiye that he wanted the little Phoenix to imitate the bird, which was called the ancient Phoenix.
This kind of sound, is the Phoenix Ming, the second kind of talent of the little Phoenix.
”The daughter of the saint, qinghuangsheng!”
When the referee announced the result, people in Jinling were completely boiling. Most people were proud of the little Phoenix. Many people remembered the name of Jun Qinghuang.
After hearing the news, the little Phoenix looked happy and cute, but also tired. He wanted to run away from ye Fei's arms, but his petite body was wobbly and wanted to fall to the ground.
Jun Chen quickly picked up the little Phoenix.
Little Phoenix pretty face pale, weak way: ”Baba, baby head pain.”