Chapter 615 (1/2)
Qin Yi's words are not heavy. Every sentence pokes at the heart of crane Lao he's poetry.
In a word, he is standing here today to make trouble. The more trouble, the better!
what?
This young man, even crane cloud alchemist, doesn't pay attention!
Now there's a good play!
The people present were shocked and looked forward to it. At the same time, they were also full of curiosity about the friend of Xia Fu. What was the origin of the boy?
Sure enough, Heyun stood there without saying a word. His face was extremely gloomy. The poetry around him was so angry that his graceful and moving body trembled. He raised his knife and pointed to Qin Yi: ”if you really have the courage, come up and compete with my master in alchemy technology!”
Without saying a word, Qin Yi slightly surged the mysterious Qi in his body. The whole person passed over the people's heads. In the blink of an eye, his tall and straight body was standing on the magma platform.
”Mr. crane, how do you want to compete with me in alchemy?”
Qin Yi stood proudly on the podium with a calm look on his face. Looking at the old crane with towering anger in his eyes, he smiled faintly: ”however, I must remind you that no matter how you compare your alchemy technology with me, you are insulting yourself. Your attainments in the field of alchemy are less than half of mine!”
”If you want to die, how dare you insult my teacher!”
Before Heyun could speak, his apprentice's poetic rhyme was already furious and scolded. The half moon machete in his hand cleaved out towards Qin Yi with a harsh roar.
”With your current cultivation, you want to kill me. I'm afraid it's difficult.”
Qin Yi had been on guard for a long time. His feet suddenly slipped. In a moment, he drew several feet away and easily escaped the sudden blow of poetic rhyme.
However.
Qin Yi's footsteps had just stopped, but he felt a sharp pain on his back. It seemed that in a moment, his body was pierced by a sharp weapon.
”The mysterious Super Master appeared!”
Qin Yi thought of this person for the first time and subconsciously flashed his body.
Hiss
An extremely slender blue sword, which was close to his skirt, stabbed hard and passed at an indescribable speed. Qin Yi just saw a figure wearing a black cloak passing by him. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared again.
When the shadow of the black cloak flashed by, Qin Yi seemed to see a beautiful eye, but it was cold in the beautiful eyes.
On the whole field, Qin Yi was the only one who saw this figure. Other people didn't notice it at all. Even poetry was no exception.
No one knows that at this moment, Qin Yi's dangerous and dangerous escape opened a fatal blow.
This is... Real blinking?
Is this a strong emperor?
In Qin Yi's mind, the idea appeared for the first time. He planned such a big movement in this Bidan Kyoto, so that at this moment, in the blink of an eye, an ancient long gun had been firmly held in his hand.
Shua!
He took the old spear, turned the whole person into a remnant, and rushed away in the direction of the disappearance of the mysterious super strong.
”Young man, do you want to walk away when you stand here and ruin my teacher's reputation?”
Seeing Qin Yi suddenly plunder away, Shiyun thought he was going to escape. She immediately drank and walked out in the footsteps of Qin Yi with a slender half moon machete.
In the blink of an eye, they disappeared into the sight of everyone.
This
All the people present were stunned and were stunned.
A battle is about to begin. Who wants to? In the blink of an eye, poetry and Qin Yi have disappeared!
”That young man seems quite strong!”
”It's a pity that he ran away. Seeing a wonderful fight, it's gone in a twinkling of an eye!”
“……”
After a long time, everyone on the court just came back to God. For a moment, they talked and regretted.
At this moment, the most complex thing in the whole field should be Xia ningshuang. At this time, she stood in the crowd as if she had lost her soul.
She never imagined that the shameless boy who always liked to eat his own tofu and even rubbed his belly with ”artifact” was the ”cloak” old man who often came to the pharmacy to instruct her to refine pills.