Chapter 77

"What?! Do you think that little punk named Mo has a special constitution? "

As a practitioner, Yan Qingming certainly knows what "constitution" means to a practitioner

"Yes, and it seems that some people say it's Zhenhuang's blood..."

The voice of Qingxuan is getting smaller and smaller, but Yan Qingming hears it

"Really, really Huang's blood? Ha ha... "

Yan Qingming also laughed at that time, but also true Huang blood, I go!

Why don't you say that he is still the ancestral dragon and the true immortal? Why don't you say that he is the Jade Emperor, the Taoist Sanqing, the Buddhist Sakya, Pangu Nuwa, the three emperors and five emperors?

Oh, my mother, these servants are really special. They just want to laugh him to death!

"Zhenhuang's blood That's very nice to say. Qingxuan, you are all practitioners. Can't you be realistic? Why don't you come here without opening your mouth? "

"Before this competition, he was just a dandy who had no one to control or ask. As a result, he went on stage to have a competition, and he became a real Phoenix? Is it that in two days' time, he will be electricity, light and the only myth? "

"It's really Huang's blood He also went to heaven and Can you stop being so funny? Do you think I can laugh at this time? I just feel like nothing... "

Yan Qingming originally wanted to say "I will only feel bored", but at the end of this speech, the last "chat" was swallowed by him.

Why?

Because Yan Qingming really felt that this was a joke made by Qingxuan.

As a practitioner, he certainly knows what "Zhenhuang blood" means.

Zhenhuang, which is juxtaposed with ZuLong and Zhenxian, is one of the most powerful deities!

True Huang blood, that is the constitution of the sky!

But then again, does Zhenhuang really exist?

Zhenhuang, ZuLong and Zhenxian juxtaposed. However, at least in Yan Qingming's experience and insight, no one in the world really and clearly recorded to become an immortal.

So far, many practitioners have even doubted whether there are "immortals" in the world. What have they got if they have been practicing hard for a whole life and can't become immortals in the end?

The true immortals still don't know whether they really exist in the world. Who can guarantee the existence of Zhenhuang and ZuLong?

If one day, so and so said that he is the true Phoenix blood, but all normal people know that this is bragging force

It's a terrible saying, but that's the truth!

The world is so big that it is hard for ordinary people to read it all their lives. There is nothing absolutely in this world.

But!

Attention is "but"!

This matter, today this this This what, oh, true Huang blood, that is absolute "bragging force"!

Yan Qingming is now very confused in his heart. What is his mood now? Don't you know? Can he laugh when you tell him a joke at this time?

Yan Qingming

What does this person say

Qingxuan is his maid. She has taken care of him for more than ten years. Yan Qingming is not a fool. He can also guess that Qingxuan is trying to tease him with this joke

Although he really couldn't laugh, Qingxuan was kind-hearted after all. He couldn't bear to say too much, so he swallowed the last word back

How to say

The maid named Qingxuan was puzzled.

To be honest, she is not aggrieved in her heart, which is also a lie.

Young master Qingming has always treated her very well. Sometimes, when she does something wrong, he seldom quarrels with her and seldom scolds her.

But today, she only said one sentence. As a result, young master Qingming suddenly came back with four sentences. She tried to explain several times, but she just couldn't get in

What made her feel aggrieved most was that those things were not what she said, they were all passed on by those servants at the bottom. She just happened to hear other people's comments, which had nothing to do with her

She had expected this result before, so she didn't want to say it. As a result, young master Qingming still had to ask, and the master asked. She, as a maid, had to answer. She had to say

How to say that

Anyway, it seems that young master Qingming is not comfortable with himself, and the result is to blame her

Why is she "tangled" because she is speechless in addition to her grievances

Although she is only a servant of Yan family, don't forget that Yan family is not an ordinary family, but a family of cultivation. Even the servants of Yan family are all people with cultivation.

As Yan Qingming's intimate maid, Qingxuan is also a person of practice. Of course, she also knows that "Zhenhuang" is more like a legendary thing, but that's how it is spread!As a result, young master Qingming was still full of the expression of "you are playing with me"

As a servant, observation is a compulsory course. How can she joke with her master when she is angry, and is still such a dangerous joke

What's the difference between this one and that of the owner who was beaten and said, "look, you've been beaten"?

If she is really joking at this time, her brain is really funny!

But young master Qingming doesn't care. He makes a lot of himself there

Forget it, don't say

"All right, you go down!"

Yan Qingming said with a depressed face that this was the first time in his life that he didn't want to see his maid.

(I can't help it. The maid can't do anything good without opening her mouth.)

"Yes

The maid called Qingxuan made a hasty salute, turned to leave, and took the door with her.

Now Yan Qingming is not suitable for meeting people

In the room, it suddenly became quiet. Only Yan Qingming was sitting on the bed. I don't know whether he was too active or his expression was too vivid, which affected the wound on his face. At this time, the left cheek began to tingle again, as if it were a needle prick

He picked up a small piece of mirror debris from the ground and looked at his left face. He didn't look at it carefully just now. The more he looked, the more shocking he was!

Even half of his face was swollen and purple. I didn't know when I could recover.

At this time, it is autumn, the weather has gradually some pan cool, the morning sun is still warm and warm, but there is no summer when the scorching and blazing.

Yan Qingming sat on the bed, staring at a spot on the ground.

The scene of yesterday's contest is still fresh in my mind. I don't know why. After listening to Qingxuan's stories, he always feels that something is wrong

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