"What? Mr. Qingsong wants to accept this boy as his disciple?"
"Damn, this kid is so lucky to be Mr. Qingsong's disciple!"
"There is really smoke coming out of the ancestral graves!"
Those group of family heads are all envious, jealous and hateful.
Zu'er couldn't help but said happily: "That's great Liger, Mr. Qingsong is so awesome. It's awesome that you can be his apprentice!"
"Hey hey hey!"
Qin Yu looked at his precious disciple helplessly and said: "You Liger and I are much better than Mr. Qingsong, why are you so happy?"
"Yeah?"
Zuer said aggrievedly: "But, the most powerful person I have ever seen is Mr. Qingsong."
"Isn't it me?"
Qin Yu was very unhappy, even a little jealous, so he said: "Just watch, the liger will beat him with teeth all over the floor!"
"Well, I believe in Liger!" Zuer nodded heavily.
"Is this kid crazy?"
"Are you going to beat Mr. Qingsong to pieces?"
A group of family heads felt that their ears were not working properly.
However, Mr. Qingsong was not angry, but said: "It doesn't matter, young people must have the aura to be fearless, and they must show their sharpness!"
"Boy, you are so arrogant. What a person Mr. Qingsong is. It is your honor for him to accept you as his apprentice!"
"Now Mr. Akamatsu is eighty-eight years old, but he is almost rejuvenated. This is his strength!"
"Mr. Chisong, this kid is ungrateful. Don't accept him. Kill him. My grandson has good qualifications. Accept my grandson."
Those house owners became noisy again and were very annoyed.
"It doesn't matter to you, but it does matter to me."
Qin Yu waited for them to finish speaking, then said helplessly: "Master Tao, it's not that I look down on you, but before you accept a disciple, don't you really weigh your own worth?"
"I am a fourth-grade Qi practitioner, am I not qualified to be your master?" Mr. Qingsong was also a little unhappy.
Qin Yu shook his head and said: "Let alone your rank, just say that you practice evil arts, it is impossible for me to worship you as my teacher!"
"Don't talk nonsense. How can a poor Taoist practice evil arts?"
Mr. Qingsong's expression changed and he said coldly: "I am a disciple of the Shangqing Sect, from the Maoshan Ancestral Court, and all the techniques I practice are from the famous and upright sect!"
"Bullshit."
Qin Yu curled his lips and said: "You have a strange fragrance on your body, but you can't hide the smell of corpse stench, and there seems to be a resentful spirit in the corpse stench. All these signs prove that you used evil magic to refine the spirit boy's blood pill!
"
"What, you..."
Mr. Qingsong never imagined that Qin Yu could conclude that he had refined the Soul Boy Blood Pill just by smelling it!
"To be honest, if you smell it carefully, Mr. Qingsong does have a bit of a rancid smell."
"Is what Qin Yu said true?"
"What is the Soul Boy Blood Pill? Can you rejuvenate yourself like Mr. Qingsong by taking it?"
The heads of the families all had red eyes, obviously they wanted to try it.
Qin Yu sneered and said: "The Soul Boy Blood Pill uses infants who are less than a month old to refine the pill. It takes ninety-nine and eighty-one lives to make one pill. After taking it, the energy will increase greatly and the appearance will be preserved."
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"There are so many babies, where can I find them?"
"If it's really useful, I'm willing to pay for it!"
The family heads did not despise Mr. Qingsong for his cruelty, but were eager to try it.
Good guy, it seems these old things really have no bottom line.
Qin Yu suddenly remembered something and hurriedly said: "All private hospitals in Yuncheng belong to the Zhou family, and the Zhou family is dependent on the Song family, so the origin of the baby..."
"No wonder babies always die inexplicably in Yuncheng."
"Song Jixian, I'm not telling you, why don't you call us if you have such a good thing?"
The family heads were unhappy again and began to accuse the livid Song Jixian.
Mr. Qingsong's face was full of anger, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Qin Yu, I originally wanted to accept you as my disciple, but not only are you ignorant of current affairs, but you also want to expose me. You are looking for death!"
"Whether I die or not depends on whether you have the ability!" Qin Yu sneered.
If you kill someone else, it is a counterattack to protect yourself.
So killing a Taoist scum like Qingsong would be a complete act of justice for heaven.
Zuer clenched her little fists and said, "Grandpa, is everything my Liger said true?"
Facing Zuer's questioning, Song Jixian chose to remain silent, but it was regarded as acquiescence.
To the kind-hearted Zuer, this was like a thunderbolt.
Qin Yu said softly: "Don't be sad, Zuer. Maybe the Qingsong Demon Dao has threatened your grandfather."
"Yes." Zu'er nodded heavily, but she knew that this was impossible.
It's not like she doesn't know that Qingsong respects his grandfather very much, because his grandfather is Qingsong's savior.
However, she didn't want Liger to worry about him.
Qin Yu was too lazy to talk too much, looked at Taoist Qingsong and said: "Looking at your current appearance, you have taken at least three soul boy blood pills, right? That's two hundred and forty-three lives, and they are all children.
, you really deserve to die."
"If you don't do it for yourself, you will be punished by heaven and earth!" Mr. Qingsong said through gritted teeth.
"Yes, Mr. Qingsong is right!"
"Nothing is the baby of a mere low-class person. It is their honor to be able to let us, the upper-class people, live a few more years!"
"Mr. Qingsong, I can provide a baby, please help me make the elixir!"
Those family heads really have no bottom line.
Perhaps, this is the unkindness of being rich?
Qin Yu exhaled a breath of turbid air, looked at Mr. Qingsong and said: "Lianqi level 4, right? I will only punch you one time, and you will die!"
"You're so crazy, you're going to kill Mr. Qingsong with one punch?"
"Are you crazy?"
Everyone was talking a lot, even those who were knocked to the ground by Qin Yu and couldn't get up, all thought so.
Because in their minds, Mr. Qingsong is the ultimate master.
Mr. Qingsong took a deep breath and said with a gloomy face: "Since you refuse to be my apprentice, then I will train you to become a blood corpse driver!"
The next moment, Mr. Qingsong's whole body was filled with blood energy, and his Qi Ji had turned into blood color after taking the Soul Boy Blood Pill.
In addition to the bloody Qi Ji, there was also great resentment, and the entire campus was even wailing with ghosts and howls.
The sharp and loud cry of the baby made everyone uneasy and even had violent thoughts, as if it was displeasing to everyone.
Qin Yu waved his hand, and a golden light spell fell on Zuer. He smiled softly and said: "Qingsong Yaodao, are you not planning to hide it?"
"Kill Qin Yu and steal the dragon pattern jade pendant!"
"Kill, kill them all, everyone must die!"
"Qin Yu, you are dead, Zu'er, you are dead too!"
The last person to shout was Song Li, who was disturbed. Moreover, when he looked at his grandfather's back, he also had a stronger murderous intention.
Qin Yu stepped forward and said with a faint smile: "Just one punch, if you don't die, I lose!"