Chu Qing looked quietly at the middle-aged man in front of him. He was in his thirties and it was almost difficult to see the traces of time, but the bloody aura around him was disgusting, too bloody, and thick enough to seem to be in the blood.

This is the direct lineage of the Bai family, which is as strong as the sky. It is one of the most powerful families in the entire world. It has been passed down for countless years and has been born from generation to generation.

Chu Qing, the old man of the Bai family, has seen it. Although he does not have such a strong bloody smell, he thinks that it is because he is old and has not been involved in the most powerful army in the world for many years.

I am afraid that only the previous generation can know how graceful he was when he was young.

I used my mental power to sweep Bai Qi in front of me, and a strange feeling appeared in my heart. How did such a powerful family cultivate such a waste of Bai Xiaokuang...

If you don’t join the army, your cultivation level will not work relatively well for the Bai family, let alone the strategy of governing one side. In contrast, Bai Xiaokuang is even worse.

The middle-aged man has a gentle face, long hair like a waterfall, thick eyebrows, red phoenix eyes, a high nose, and a casual face, which is inconsistent with his temperament. If he did not have the bloody aura, Chu Qing would probably think that this was a handsome scholar or a unruly ranger.

A bright red robe was as beautiful as blood. Inside, there were light white clothes and a pair of long boots. Although the whole body was dressed simply, it was well organized, with almost no wrinkles.

The middle-aged man glanced at the True Dragon Emperor Sword on the table and frowned tightly. The sword was still the same sword, but it was missing the "god" in it. Now it has fallen from the sword that can destroy the Tao and has fallen by half a level.

Although he is not a weapon refiner, he can still see these at a glance.

"You..." Bai Qi's brows relaxed, a hint of helplessness appeared on his face, and he shook his head gently, "Do you want to do it so amazing?"

He picked up the sword of the True Dragon Emperor beside him and gently stroked the sword body, as if he was caring for a child. "The gods among them are refined by the most top weapon refiner in the world, named Lan Ye. He took the dragon soul into it, threw himself into the raging fire, and forged the supreme sword soul."

"But, nothing is gone now." Bai Qi sighed softly and said.

Chu Qing raised his eyebrows, and he could see that Bai Qi really liked this sword, but he had other uses of Dragon Soul, so he definitely could not hand it over to them.

Then he slowly spoke, "If you really like this sword, there is a dragon underneath. Although the dragon's soul is a little weaker, it can be used as a matter of use."

Although Bai Qi doesn't seem to be arrogant and like an ordinary person chatting, it's not easy to walk out of the sea of ​​corpses and blood.

"Forget it, Long Zheng only cares about this sword. As for the gods in it, the souls of the top-level powerful people are the same." Bai Qi waved his hand, but every time he said a word, his voice became colder. In the end, even the water on the teacup had ice chips, but the topic changed and softened, "Xiao Kuang is here, I haven't seen him for a long time."

Chu Qing, “…”

Large-scale scene!

Sure enough, no one who crawled out of the dead could be guessed by common sense.

"Downstairs, you can go and take a look by yourself." Chu Qing sat aside and said slowly.

Bai Qi nodded, turned to look at him, murderous intent was everywhere, and an invisible aura was firmly locked in Chu Qing. It seemed that there was a sea of ​​corpses and blood spreading in his eyes, and countless white bones were piled up into mountains.

After a long time, the breath completely dissipated.

As the pressure loosened, the tea cup next to it instantly broke and turned into a crushed powder.

Bai Qi's mouth outlined a smile, and he bowed slightly, "I'm disturbing."

Chu Qing, “…”

(￣△￣;) What's the use of glaring at me? I can't see it.

Although it was just a test, he was still shocked. Even if he could see that Chu Qing's strength was unfathomable, his spiritual pressure could almost instantly suppress a person. This was tempered from the battlefield. He was specially used for mental pressure. No matter how high his strength was, it would be useless.

Even Long Zhan dared not face him easily.

But the oppressive power that was unsatisfactory failed. How could he not be shocked? The person in front of him had just a preliminary test that made him somewhat unpredictable.

If Chu Qing knew what he thought, I don’t know what he thought. I don’t have many other things, but the amount of mental power is outrageous. Otherwise, you can try to squeeze out mental power in the future several times.

The knock on the door sounded, and Chu Qingqing coughed, "Come in, the door is not locked."

Bai Xiaokuang pushed the door gently and said, "I heard a sound..."

"Teacher, don't, he is my brother..."

Seeing Bai Xiaokuang pounce on him and tightly imprisoning him, Chu Qing was even more shocked. What happened to these two brothers today? One broke in and said a few words and glared at him for a long time, and the other rushed over.

"That, child, see clearly. It's your brother who is going to attack me. I haven't fought back yet." Chu Qing's spiritual energy shook, shaking Bai Xiaokuang away without a trace.

Bai Xiaokuang also showed embarrassment on his face.

"Brother, you can't beat the teacher. If you have any questions, you can discuss it." Bai Xiaokuang looked at Bai Qi and said.

"How did you know I can't beat him?"

Bai Qi showed a sense of interest on his face, and he gently flicked the True Dragon Emperor Sword in his hand, making waves of sword sounds.

Bai Xiaokuang pondered for a moment and said, "Can you fight the Dragon Battle?"

"When he didn't have the sword of the True Dragon Emperor, June 4th, I was sixth, and he was fourth." Bai Qi smiled gently, without any proud expression, as if he was saying something for granted.

Bai Xiaokuang nodded and then said, "That's it, that black-faced god was killed by the teacher."

Bai Qi, “…”

"What did you say? Was he the one who moved?" Bai Qi's eyes became sharp again.

Chu Qing stood up and faced Bai Qi, his face still calm as the abyss, "It was my hand that I moved."

Bai Qi's momentum was unstable for a moment, and then slowly weakened, "It's better to kill the dragon battle......"

Then he continued to regain a unrestrained smile on his face, "But you have to leave something symbolically, otherwise it would be difficult for me to report the job when I go back."

"What are you left?" Chu Qing asked slowly.

Until Chu Qing's mental power swept across the rubbing of his face, and then looked at the head that was forged with melted cotton, and there was even red ink underneath, Chu Qing was speechless and deeper.
Chapter completed!