It was extremely quiet outside the house. Except for the sound of Qin Shaojie swallowing his drink from time to time, there was no other sound. Even the wall-mounted TV playing RB art films was turned off by Qin Shaojie.
There was a lot of excitement in the two rooms, but Qin Shaojie didn't understand why it was a woman who screamed in Yan Chuang's room - it was he himself who screamed in Ming's room?
And ----- he screamed so eloquently?
Before Qin Shaojie could figure out what was going on, the door to the box opened again. However, this time it was not the charming and enchanting lobby manager who came in as the door opened, but ----- nothing.
things.
After a muffled "pop" sound, the door of the box was closed again, as if it had never been opened just now.
"Come out, sneaky." Qin Shaojie curled his lips and looked at the empty door and said. "Please show your face. If you want to entertain me, are you afraid that your ugly face will scare people?"
Qin Shaojie's words were quite vicious. He would hit people without slapping them in the face, and scold people without exposing their shortcomings. Qin Shaojie's current cultivation level was no longer like whispering. The moment the door of the box opened, he felt a familiar breath.
Clown----Yes, the person coming is a clown.
As soon as Qin Shaojie finished speaking, a burst of spatial fluctuations occurred in the empty space, and then the clown's iconic masked ugly face appeared in front of Qin Shaojie.
"Very good, it seems that I underestimated you." The clown looked at Qin Shaojie and said without any emotion in his voice. "As expected, you are the heir of Tiandan. His cultivation can improve so quickly."
"However, your luck is indeed enviable." The clown continued. "Should I consider digging out your lucky heart and eating it? Maybe my luck will become better in the future.
."
"I have no intention!" Qin Shaojie grinned broadly, as if he wasn't worried about the clown at all.
Yes, he really isn't worried about clowns.
If it were in the past, he would definitely be a little wary of the clown, but especially the clown's indistinguishable level of cultivation made Qin Shaojie afraid to fight him face to face. It was different now.
After he entered the realm of Daluo Celestial Immortal, he could clearly feel that the clown's cultivation level was the same as his. This made Qin Shaojie stunned for a moment - when did such a master appear in the devil's path?
It's not that Qin Shaojie is afraid, but that he understands better the meaning of "run away if you can't fight".
If you can beat him, you will naturally step on him with your thighs and ravage him severely. If you can't beat him and still fight, you are not a hero, you are an idiot.
"Haha, I'm just joking." Although the clown was laughing, his laughter was extremely harsh, just like the sound made by an old record player, and it was the sound after the record was scratched.
"However." The clown changed the topic and said, "What I want most is your heavenly elixir. In comparison, my magic elixir is not as powerful as your heavenly elixir. It's a pity that even if the elixir is dug out that day, it will be useless to me."
It doesn’t have much effect.”
As soon as the clown said these words, Qin Shaojie and Bei Mingzhan were both shocked.
Magic pill? He has a magic pill? Is he Tu?
"Are you Tu?" Qin Shaojie asked doubtfully.
"Tu?" The clown let out that harsh laugh again and said. "He's just a waste, but it doesn't matter. Now, his body and the magic elixir are all mine."
It turns out that he just took Tu's body, Qin Shaojie thought.
"Haha." Qin Shaojie suddenly laughed, looked at the clown and said, "Tell me your purpose. You don't want to look like you're in pain and you're here to quarrel with me, right?"
"I want the Tiger Sword." The clown said bluntly. "This sword does not belong to you."
"Damn." Qin Shaojie suddenly laughed angrily.
"What did you say? You want the Tiger Soul Sword?" Qin Shaojie asked uncertainly. "You also said that this sword does not belong to me?"
"If it doesn't belong to me, who does it belong to? Does it belong to you? Haha, what a joke. I even shed my blood to recognize my kin, so it's like my seal is stamped on it."
"You said it doesn't belong to me, but who does it belong to? Come out and have a look. Do you have an invoice? Do you have a receipt? If you have it, take it out. If not, get out of here as soon as possible. Don't hinder me from checking the room."
When the clown appeared, Qin Shaojie had already sent out a burst of true energy, creating an 'isolated' environment around him. Therefore, he was not afraid of outsiders hearing their conversation. Of course, he practiced hard in the room
Naturally, the two people who wrote the Imperial Girl's Heart Sutra couldn't hear it either.
"A sharp tooth and a sharp mouth can never make you a great weapon." The clown seemed a little angry at what Qin Shaojie said, and his voice was a bit colder than before. "Now is not the time for fighting. Don't force me to fight with you."
"Damn it." Qin Shaojie said loudly. "Are you still being unreasonable? We are just having fun here, and you are following us like a mangy dog, and you still want to start a war? I'm afraid you won't succeed? If you have the ability, just give it a try.
."
With that said, Qin Shaojie summoned the Tiger Soul Sword. "Did you see it? This is the Tiger Soul Sword. You haven't seen it before, right? It doesn't matter. I won't despise you. Of course you have no chance to see such a high-end product."
"Hmph." The clown snorted coldly, and suddenly took action. However, the target was not Qin Shaojie, but Bei Mingzhan, who was sitting next to Qin Shaojie.
As soon as the clown suddenly disappeared, Beiming Zhan immediately felt something bad, and a burst of white light appeared all over his body, which seemed to be a protective force.
However, when the clown appeared again, the palm as pale as bone ignored Bei Mingzhan's defense, and imprinted it on Bei Mingzhan's chest, and then a black energy entered from Bei Mingzhan's chest.
Coming out from behind.
As for Bei Mingzhan, his eyes widened in disbelief. He never thought that with his cultivation at the Golden Immortal stage, he could not withstand the clown's move. After squirting a mouthful of blood, he quickly sat cross-legged and did not dare to move.
Because, he felt that there was a special aura in his body that was destroying the meridians throughout his body.
"Demon Control Sword Array." Qin Shaojie did not dare to be careless. He threw the Tiger Soul Sword and instantly turned into eight blood-red swords, surrounding the clown.
"A small trick." The clown suddenly smiled sinisterly and muttered something else, but a scene that surprised Qin Shaojie appeared.
I saw that the eight long swords of the Demon Control Sword Formation suddenly trembled violently, and then returned to one ----- The Demon Control Sword Formation actually failed?
While Qin Shaojie was still stunned, the clown grabbed the Tiger Soul Sword, and then, with Qin Shaojie's disbelieving eyes, he opened his mouth and swallowed the Tiger Soul Sword.
"Hahaha." The clown suddenly laughed three times and disappeared again. Qin Shaojie did not notice his location for a moment.
I only heard a voice coming from the void. "I said, now is not the time to fight. Just wait. When the underworld opens and the ghost world army comes, it will be your end."
"Let me tell you another secret. This sword originally belonged to me - I am Chi You, hahaha."
After saying that, the laughter stopped suddenly, and the room returned to silence, as if the confrontation just now had never happened at all.
If Bei Mingzhan hadn't been sitting there with a pale face healing his wounds, Qin Shaojie would have thought that everything just now was an illusion.
However, this is definitely not an illusion.
As for Qin Shaojie, his heart is also in turmoil now.