Chapter 168 Select

The little girl looked down for a long time and looked at Qin Yan's face. Seeing that he had no intention of object, she couldn't help **. She reached out and took the pearl and replied in a delicate voice, "My name is Yue Ling."

"It turned out to be Linger's sister! Then I will also tell you that my name is Song Qingsha, and you can call me Sister Song. Next time we meet, we will be friends!"

"Hmm!" Yue Ling couldn't help playing with the pearl in his palm and nodded vibly.

"Haha, Linger is so good! I want to find a lovely sister like you..."

Song Qingsha's dialogue with Yue Ling made Wei Fei more uncomfortable. He secretly decided in his heart that even if he used the robbery, he should quickly find a meeting gift for Ling'er.

At this time, Gong Yunxiu also made up his mind at this moment and suddenly raised his head and said, "Sister Qingsha, I would like to exchange the middle volume for your first volume."

Song Qingsha's face bloomed with a peach blossom smile: "Sister Gong, you are so generous!"

The two exchanged books, and Song Qingsha left in a hurry. Seeing that the matter was over, Qin Yan wanted to take Yue Ling back to the cave, but he was stopped by Gong Yunxiu.

"Brother Qin, do you have any plans to go back now?"

"Plant? Do you mean Linger? I will teach her martial arts, and maybe it won't take long for her to become a master..."

"Are you going to teach her the blood magic power?"

Qin Yan shook his head: "The blood is too difficult and dangerous, or the imperial art is more suitable for her."

"You're wrong!" Gong Yunxiu turned around, leaned over and pulled Yue Ling's left hand, stared at her for a moment, and said slowly, "The best for her is Jueyi!"

Qin Yanjing* widened his eyes: "You mean..."

"Let me teach her! How can you take good care of her? What's more, Brother Wei and I have all our hopes for the future. You'd better practice at ease. Cheng Gang and Ge Xinglie will not wait for you in the same place! If you lose, all of us will be finished!"

Qin Yan meditated for a long time and looked at Yue Ling's face. Although he had already had the idea of handing Linger over to Gong Yunxiu to take care of him, he was a little worried when Gong Yunxiu took the initiative to speak.

He hesitated for a long time, and Yue Ling also looked back at her with a pair of big watery eyes. Looking at these clear eyes and thinking about the care of Mr. and Mrs. Yue Sihai in the past, he found that he could not say those words for a long time.

Isn't Gong Yunxiu sure that he didn't hide his evil intentions? That's not necessarily the same. Maybe she wants to control Linger to blackmail herself. Nothing in the demon gate is trustworthy, but I really don't have the energy to take care of a little girl. The war is coming, and there is not much time left for me. Cheng Gang and Xiao Ge will definitely focus on me. If I can't upgrade the imperial art to the seventh, I'm afraid there will be good results...

But in fact, there is another choice. If I don't compete for that position, I will at least have more than my own strength. However, which is more important than Linger's life?

All thoughts are complicated and difficult to decide for a while. Qin Yan gently touched Yue Ling's cheek and said softly, "Linger, you decide whether to learn from your brother's imperial art or Sister Gong's unique skill?"

Yue Ling looked at him fixedly and asked crisply, "Brother, what is the strongest martial art in the demon gate?"

"The strongest martial art is blood, but it is not suitable for you."

Yue Ling said, "So, what does the imperial art look like?"

"Royal Articraft..." Qin Yan closed his eyes and found that after these days of cultivation, some spiritual power was finally restored in the empty meridians. Although it was not enough to support a war, it was enough to demonstrate swordsmanship. He raised his head, glanced and found that neither Wei Fei nor Gong Yunxiu had a sword. He turned his eyes again, fell on a peach tree not far away, and walked quickly.

In the late autumn, the peach trees are colorful and full of gorgeous colors due to the infiltration of aura. He went to the tree, raised his arm and broke a thin branch. He twisted a peach blossom in his left hand and saw a towering boulder opposite the square. With a flick of his fingers, the petals turned into the sharpest hidden weapon, breaking through the air, dragging out a pink shadow, and shooting straight into the upper end of the boulder. There was a crisp sound, and the top of the boulder was broken into two pieces, and the fine debris splashed everywhere.

Qin Yan brushed the fine branches with his fingers, and the peach petals fell on the branches. He injected spiritual power into the twig, and the imperial skill came out, and the twig condensed frost-like light, like an ice crystal sword. His wrist shook, and the thin sword slowly stabbed out. After the sound of breaking the air, the sword hit the void, rippled a circle of clear ripples.

He recalled the long-lost feeling of holding the sword and breathed a sigh of relief. Then his eyes suddenly narrowed, and the tip of the sword leaned forward. In an instant, he waved tens of thousands of cold light and covered a large area in front of him.

I only heard the sound of "sneering" in the air, and thousands of translucent swords were stringed into fine rain filaments, sweeping in. Countless raindrops exploded halfway, and the burst of strength brought a strong impact, and the air spread everywhere. The cold frost sword spirit scratched the fan-shaped air surface, and the cold light was a little dazzling, and the sword spirit rolled up thousands of layers of cold snow, like a white dragon roaring and roaring.

said: "Huo Ruyi shot nine sunsets, just like the emperors and dragons. It's like thunder and anger, just like the light of the river and the sea!"

Before the end of a sword dance, he felt the long-lost pleasure, and a sharp breath was about to turn into a long roar. However, after all, the spiritual power in his body was newly recovered, and he gradually felt unsupported, so he had to gradually withdraw his sword momentum, appeared in the white dragon sword rain, adjusted his breathing, and left the peach branch and walked back to Yue Ling's side.

"Linger, this is the imperial art. What do you think?"

Yue Ling looked at him for a moment and seemed to be stunned. Qin Yan asked twice before she came to her senses and replied with great excitement, "I want to learn this!"

Qin Yan nodded and was about to speak, but Gong Yunxiu pulled Yue Ling aside and whispered a few words in her ear. The little girl's jubilant mood gradually calmed down and secretly looked at Qin Yan, with a flimsy look on her face. Qin Yan seemed to mention her name in Gong Yunxiu's words, but her masterpiece was extraordinary. Qin Yan didn't listen to it deliberately and just waited aside.

Gong Yunxiu spoke in Yue Ling's ear for a long time, and the hesitation on Yue Ling's face became stronger and stronger. For a long time, the little girl hesitated and said, "Although your unique skills are very beautiful, they don't seem to have any attack power. If I learn this..."

Hearing this, Gong Yunxiu couldn't help humming, and Qin Yan was also a little grinning. The combat effectiveness of Jueyi is extremely strong, and it is even comparable to blood. It's just that Gong Yunxiu showed its soft and beautiful side, so that Yue Ling had this misunderstanding.

"Linger, you should be optimistic--" Before the words fell, Gong Yunxiu turned into a gorgeous shadow, and then came to the boulder that Qin Yan had split.