Qingqing looked at the woman's face full of tears, and for some reason, she felt uncomfortable in her heart. Suddenly she remembered that Jimo Yao was still behind her, so she turned around, rolled up her sleeves and saluted:
"The head of Jimo is offended. It's just that the master has a destiny. If the head still wants to fight Master Yang, he must first win over Qing Qing."
I saw that Qingqing's clothes were messy, stained with blood, and even his long hair was disheveled behind him. He must have experienced a hard battle not long ago. I don't know what the master of Wuling's tomb has. He can kill someone who is thousands of miles away.
What a coincidence that the people from Lirongshan were invited here?
Jimo Yao looked directly into Linghu Qingqing's eyes, with a fierce look on his face and no fear. Although he didn't have much strength left, he still put aside his torn long sleeves and said firmly:
"If Yao is not talented, please try the skills of Li Rong's disciples."
Unexpectedly, Qingqing shook his head, hesitated for a moment, and said calmly: "If you can't hear the sound in this tomb, I won't take advantage of you. Let's go and compete outside."
After that, he turned around and strode towards the moonlight.
Hearing what Qing Qing said, the leader of Jimo was shocked: I didn't know that my skills were so bad that even a junior disciple from the outer sect could tell. Why didn't he attack Tingyin?
Although he didn't say it, Jimo Yao also understood in his heart that for hundreds of years, the Jimo clan in the North Desert had been passed down from generation to generation, and he was the first leader who didn't even have a talent for music. At first, he could rely on hard work and memorize many things.
Here comes the music score——
Now, the flaws have finally been revealed.
Jimo Yao clenched his broken sleeves tightly, wondering whether to follow him outside. In the stagnant air, he suddenly heard the sound of ringing bells, accompanied by horse hooves treading in the sand, coming from a distance.
The crowd looked back and saw a boy who looked like he was dismounting quickly, rolling his eyes, looking for something at the entrance of the tomb. When he saw the figure of the leader, he quickly ran closer and whispered a few words in Jimoyao's ear.
Qingqing concentrated on her ears and listened to the boy say:
"Master, a guest is coming."
While several young people were muttering and entangled in the scene, Yang Wei walked through the rows of men with scimitars and murderous gazes, and went straight to Ziqin: "Long time no see."
Ziqin smiled and saluted.
The woman lowered her head, her face flushed, and she silently put her hand on her bulging belly: "I was far away just now, and I wondered why, but it turned out that you wanted to hinder me." Seeing that she had difficulty moving, Ziqin also walked away.
Slowly, the two of them gradually fell behind the crowd: "If I hadn't stopped you from that fatal blow, the head of Jimo would be dead and dismembered. By then, will Master Yang really not regret it?"
Yang Wei pursed his lips and smiled: "In this case, Wei should have thanked Master Linghu."
Ziqin didn't answer, and the two of them were silent for a moment. The woman suddenly said, "This child looks too much like you."
"Of course." Head Linghu raised his eyebrows, "I have grown up by Qin's side for more than ten years."
"Then the ability to listen to music from birth is exactly the same as yours?"
"No." Ziqin suddenly shook his head and put away his smile, "If it hadn't been for an accident at a young age, Qingqing might not have thought of learning these music and rhythm techniques. Unfortunately, Qichuan and Qilang, although they also came from Lirong's sect, could not learn them after all.
The art of listening to music, Qing Qing, if you just talk about the skills and ignore the type of magic weapon, you are already on par with several senior sisters..." Halfway through, Ziqin's attention seemed to be suddenly attracted by something.
Following his line of sight, Yang Su also looked into the distance. He saw two women approaching the head of Jimo one after another. Even though they were a hundred feet away, they could smell the warm fragrance of flowers.
Yang Wei didn't recognize these two people, and only heard Ziqin say: "When the guests from West Lake come, your place will be lively after all."
Almost at the same moment when the pungent smell entered their minds, Jimo and Qingqing recognized the person. The mother and daughter of the Jiang family talked and laughed freely, not caring about the strong men in Yamomo with their swords on both sides and a fierce look in their eyes. They didn't wait.
The leader of Jimo came up to meet her from afar. Jiang Chenbi, who was on the side, suddenly covered his mouth in an exaggerated manner and shouted: "Ah! This is not the little daughter-in-law of the Nan family!"
Although Jiang Suyi was older, she couldn't help but pointed at Jimo Yao's half-broken sleeve and asked loudly: "Master Jimo, who was beaten to look like this just now?"
Qing Qing clutched the wooden flute tightly in his hand and was about to rush forward in an instant and peel off Jiang Chenbi's fragrant skin. Jimo Yao, on the other hand, looked calm and composed as he stepped forward:
"Mrs. Jiang is here to greet you. I don't know if Madam is here today for the Nan family or the Wen family?"
"What?" When Su Yi heard this, she raised her head and laughed loudly, "The heads of Nanlin and Xihu have become a pile of rotten bones. It's true, it's pitiful that the head of Jimo is thinking about them. Why doesn't the head ask himself,
Did you forget to send an invitation to the Jiang family?"
Jimo Yao couldn't help being shocked after hearing this.
I thought that with the name of "United Baiyin", it would be not easy to bring together hundreds of masters when all sects were hit hard. Unexpectedly, the woman leaked the news, which directly attracted the attention of Li Rongshan.
Tsing Yi disciple!
Not counting the Tsing Yi disciples, why are there two more Jiang family members who want to establish their own sect?
He stared blankly at Su Yi and Shen Bi, both of whom had sneers on their faces. Jimo Yao calmed down, took a step forward, and bowed to the ground: "If Madam Jiang has any use for this junior, you might as well say so.
I will definitely do my best." It seemed that these words finally touched Su Yi's heart, and she saw that the fragrance of the white hair on her waist was overflowing, and she took action with a "brush":
"Su Yi likes your Beimo family's 'Bai Yin Qin' for no other reason than that!"
Seeing the white light swam in front of her like lightning, Jimo Yao subconsciously threw out her long sleeves. Then she remembered that during the fierce battle in the tomb, half of her sleeves were broken by the shock. Looking up again, Jiang Suyi's white hair was already in front of her.
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When he turned around for a moment, the arms wrapped in white light were wrapped around him like a long snake, resting on his delicate neck.
Before Qingqing could step forward, Shen Bi suddenly raised his hand, fearing that it was another poisonous hidden weapon, and jumped back a few steps. Shen Bi looked at it and chuckled: "Look, as long as you are bitten by a snake,
, even if I raise my bare hands, I'm afraid of being like this!" After saying that, she raised her sleeves and wiped the tears from laughter at the corners of her eyes. Listening to her expression, Qingqing felt that she had not seen her for half a year, and it seemed that her skills had not improved much.
The only reason is that he was poisoned so many times that even his low-level skills were shocked.
Exploring the truth, Qing Qing raised her head and smiled. She saw Shen Bi pull out a golden hairpin from his head, and jumped up to her. Muxiao avoided the golden hairpin from below, but made a "hundred-jun crossbow" strike.
The Zhe Zi Jue hit her unexpectedly on the wrist. Shen Bi screamed in pain: "You shameless person, what kind of conspiracy are you planning! If you have the ability and I..."
Qing Qing ignored her and kept yelling. He heard that the flying hairpin was not far away, and did not turn around. He reached behind him with his backhand. He only heard a crisp "ding" sound, and the golden hairpin was pushed by the wooden flute and changed its path, turning around. , he was about to fly back the same way he came.
Without making any move, Qing Qing turned his back to Du Chai's path, and only suddenly moved out of the way when the sharp weapon was about an inch away from him.
It's a pity that Shen Bi didn't have the ability to distinguish objects by listening to the wind. He suddenly saw Qingqing flashing, and the familiar golden light suddenly appeared in his eyes. "You little bitch from Lirong Mountain..." He didn't finish half of the curse words, and couldn't dodge them. , the golden hairpin pierced straight into Shen Bi's chest——
The shrill cries frightened Xiao Qiu next to Yang Wei and made her cry loudly.
The gold hairpin was pierced very shallowly, and it was not close to the meridians of the heart, so it probably wouldn't cause life-threatening danger for a while. Before he could take a breath, the white jade flute in Qingqing's hand was folded along the "Hundred Crossbow Hair" just now The direction is running to the side.
Jiang Suyi put a white hairpin on the neck of the leader of Jimo. The magic weapon left by the former leader of Nanlin shone in the moonlight, only a blink of an eye away from Jimo Yao's life gate. The strong men had no brute strength. , seeing such a threat at this moment, everyone was stunned with fear.
The strong wind sounded, and the wooden flute came from behind and struck Jiang Suyi's heart.
If Mrs. Jiang is willing, she can use all her strength to open the head of Jimo's head before Qingqing rushes over. Qingqing had no other choice but to make this dangerous move. Just when Suyi turned sideways for a moment, The sparkling purple light of the white jade flute flashed faintly in front of my eyes.
It’s the white jade flute that Mr. Nan always talks about in his dreams!
Seeing that the jade flute that she had been thinking about day and night and thinking about in her heart was right in front of her, still getting closer inch by inch, Su Yi's mind suddenly flashed by some strange combination of circumstances, and she actually let go of the Jimoyao acupoint with a slight tap.
Suddenly there was no restraint, but Jimo Yao was still secretly confused. The men of the Northern Desert seized the moment when the threat left, rushed forward, and tightly hugged the leader back.
Just listen to the roar of "buzz", and the white bamboo flute and the wooden flute compete with each other.
It seemed that the dark sky suddenly tore open a big hole, white light flashed out, and the firelight scattered, Wuling's tomb was as bright as day in an instant. Suyi used the fact that she was a few years older than Qingqing, and she had practiced martial arts for a long time, and her deep internal strength would Qing Qing's body was pressed into the sand.
Unexpectedly, Qingqing suddenly let go, Suyi was caught off guard and was about to fall forward in an instant. Qingqing did not move away, but used the white jade flute and Bai Chi to separate for a moment, and flicked the flute head on Chi's body.
The ground shook, and Jiang Suyi suddenly realized that half of her arms were so numb that she couldn't move at all.
Unexpectedly, her reaction was half a beat too late. Su Yi gritted her teeth with hatred, and was about to rush in front of the Linghu disciple again with murderous intent in her eyes. Suddenly she heard a slight crisp sound on her arm, and her wrist bones hurt one after another - it turned out His wrist was suddenly grabbed by a powerful force:
"Mrs. Jiang is offended. This disciple doesn't know the rules. Madam, please don't behave like young people."
Turning around, Jiang Suyi was so frightened that she almost came out of her body: That pale and bloodless face, who could it be if it wasn't the head of Linghu?!
While she was in a daze, Ziqin did not let go of Mrs. Jiang's wrist, but just blinked at Qingqing. Qingqing understood, stepped forward, and bowed: "My disciple offended me, please forgive me, Madam."
If Qingqing was really lying at Jiang Suyi's feet and admitting his mistake at this moment, I'm afraid Suyi would have already planned various ways to kill Qingqing, including axes, axes, soup woks, Lingchi and cars, but her wrist bones were still firmly in the hands of the head of Linghu. , I am afraid that if I make another sound, this half of my arm and five fingers will meet me again in the next life.
In desperation, Mrs. Jiang forced out a smile and made a dumbfounded expression.