Song Yizhi walked up slowly, then bent down and sat down in the wheelchair, "Yuan Xu, I'm going to wrong you for a few days."
"It's okay." After saying that, Yuan Xu returned the unripe jade snake to Song Yizhi.
The jade snake quickly swam to Song Yizhi's wrist and twisted tightly into a circle in a familiar place.
Song Yizhi raised his hand and touched the jade snake affectionately.
After not seeing each other for a few days, I really miss the Jade Snake.
There was no need for Song Yizhi to speak, Yuan Xu wisely stretched out his hand and pushed the wheelchair outside.
Yuyu jumped out of nowhere and jumped onto Song Yizhi's lap, then lay down comfortably.
Song Yizhi grunted at Yuyu's embrace. She leaned back in the chair and raised her hand to press on the cat's head, "Yuyu, are you getting fat again?"
It was obvious that such a petite cat before, but now it has such a restful weight when it swoops over?
"Meow~" Yuyu seemed to be accusing Song Yizhi of saying he was fat.
Yuan Xu glanced at the cat and said while pushing the wheelchair, "It looks different every day after it enters the growth stage."
Song Yizhi rubbed the fish hard twice, messing up its soft fur.
Looking at the cat lying obediently on Song Yizhi's lap, Yuan Xu felt a little jealous.
Except for Song Yizhi, if anyone else dared to rub it like this, I'm afraid they would be slapped on both sides.
Walking down the mountain road, Song Yizhi saw Ye Hanxing at the end of the mountain road, and the man beside him with a familiar and unfamiliar face and a tall and thin figure.
Song Yizhi looked at those familiar red and phoenix eyes, "Cousin?"
The taller man who takes off his mask looks exactly like Shen Bu, but compared to the calm and reserved Shen Bu, Shen Yiping is still a bit immature.
Shen Yiping didn't expect Song Yizhi to recognize him at a glance. He nodded with some joy. Then, the joy on his face was replaced by worry, "Zhizhi, what's wrong with you?"
Shen Yiping's previously hoarse voice has returned to normal. The young man's voice is clean and slightly magnetic, which is very nice to hear.
"I'm fine." Song Yizhi rolled his eyes.
Looking at Song Yizhi's thin and pale face, Shen Yiping couldn't believe this.
Ye Hanxing raised his hand and patted Shen Yiping on the shoulder, then took out a token and handed it to Song Yizhi, "This is the token to control the Qingshan Restriction. In the future, we need permission to enter and leave here."
"Okay." Song Yizhi took the token and made a cut and dripped blood on the token.
After the blood was shed to identify the owner, the token lit up for a moment and returned to normal. Song Yizhi put the token away.
Ye Hanxing took out a bottle of hemostatic powder and helped treat Song Yizhi's wounds before taking her to the alchemist conference.
On the way, Shen Yiping took out a mask and covered his face.
After his face recovered, he looked in the mirror and found that his face was almost the same as his father's.
There were many people talking at the alchemist conference, and if his face was not covered up, he would probably bring some trouble to his father.
Along the way, Song Yizhi was looking around. If it weren't for the wrong timing, she might have gotten up from her wheelchair and gone to the medicine field.
Seeing this, Ye Hanxing slowed down silently.
The site of the alchemist conference is outside the Yaowang Valley, while Qingshan, where Song Yizhi lives, is the innermost part of the Yaowang Valley.
After crossing the stretch of medicinal fields, several people quickened their pace, but even so, it took them an hour to reach the alchemist conference outside.
Looking at the crowded place and the noise and chaos coming towards him, Song Yizhi frowned slightly.
There is demonic energy, not just one, but several... Wait!
No, no, this is not right!
There is no spiritual power left in her body. Without spiritual power, she cannot sense demonic energy or demonic energy.
What's going on?
Song Yizhi shook his head, and then he still clearly sensed those messy auras.
It's not an illusion.
Immediately, Song Yizhi raised her head slightly and looked at Ye Hanxing and Shen Yiping in front of her. She quickly captured the pure spiritual power of the two people.
Not only that, Song Yizhi also saw how good their cultivation was.
Ye Hanxing is already in the late stage of divine transformation and is about to reach the perfection of divine transformation, while Shen Yiping is already in the early stage of Nascent Soul.
Low-level monks cannot spy on the cultivation of high-level monks, but I, who have no cultivation, can see their cultivation at a glance!
this……
Song Yizhi couldn't help but look back at Yuan Xu.
Very pure demonic power, and Yuan Xu’s cultivation level is only one step away from reaching the late stage of the Tribulation.
Can I see the aura and cultivation of others??
After coming to this absurd conclusion in his heart, Song Yizhi's breath froze slightly.
Yuan Xu was about to ask Song Yizhi when he saw her hanging her head and lost in thought. He had to swallow back the question that came to his lips.
Some shocking conclusions made Song Yizhi's mind confused.
I can see through their auras and cultivation. Is it because of the divine mark? Or is it because of those two unfamiliar powers?
No matter which reason it is, this is... too dangerous for me!
She can be said to be powerless now. To her, this astonishing ability is like a three-year-old child carrying a gold ingot on the street. Once discovered by others, the consequences...are unimaginable.
You must never tell anyone about this deadly ability!
Song Yizhi lowered his eyelids to hide the darkness in his eyes.
Song Yizhi, who was immersed in his thoughts, did not know that he attracted countless attention as soon as he appeared.
One is because of Ye Hanxing, and the other is because of Song Yizhi’s stunning beauty.
The pampered girl can't hide her pride and nobility, and her thin body and pale complexion add a bit of vulnerability to her.
The stunning woman, who is as beautiful as a porcelain doll but as fragile as a porcelain doll, attracted the attention of countless people as soon as she appeared.
Ye Mo and others on the high platform looked over instantly.
When the second elder looked at Song Yizhi sitting in the wheelchair, his eyes widened in surprise, "Yizhi, she..."
It looked like Yizhi had just recovered from a serious injury.
She just healed her wounds from the whip before leaving the sect. We haven't seen each other for just a few days. Where did she get such a serious injury?
Ye Mo, who was familiar with the inside story, looked at the surprised and stunned people, thought for a while but still didn't speak.
After taking Song Yizhi to her exclusive seat, Ye Hanxing's warm voice sounded, "Father seems to have something to say to me, so I'll go over there."
Song Yizhi came back from her thoughts and nodded to Ye Hanxing with a gentle expression.
Ye Hanxing walked away with his front legs, and then Beixian Yueba came flying from the crowd with his back legs.
Because of these eight people, there was a small commotion among the crowd.
Wei Ling bent down and grabbed the armrests of the chair with both hands. His bright eyes couldn't hide the worry, "My eldest lady, what's wrong with you?"
Song Yizhi raised his hands to cover his face, and pretended to sob twice, "You are an enemy, you really can't help but lift the pot."
Wei Ling instantly let go of her hands, straightened her waist and took a few steps back. She rubbed the goose bumps on her arms with both hands and looked at Song Yizhi speechlessly.
He can still act like a moth and it seems like nothing is wrong.
"She should be fine." After saying that, Bei Xianyue patted Wei Ling's shoulder to express sympathy.
Seeing Song Yizhi's cunning look on his eyebrows, Wei Ling said angrily, "I can see it."
Song Yizhi said to several people while petting the cat, "I can go out and walk around, so it must be okay."