The God of War Challenging Heaven

The poetry was stunned, his little mouth was still open, and he stared at it. The handsome teenager from Huaxia, his eyes were a little wet, and in his heart, a thick sweet flurry arose: “I suddenly realized that you really, really looked like a man...”

Qin Yi reached out his hand and gently stroked the turbulent silk in front of her poetry forehead behind her ear. Then, his palms slowly slipped and held the girl's silky cheek. He smiled slightly: “Don't worry, I will be fine. Don't forget, I am the Tingwei of the Kyushu Holy See, a Tingwei of the Kyushu Holy See. How can it be so easy? ”

And one more thing, he's the one carrying the orders of the Great Xianggu Emperor, the King of Kyushu, if he hangs on the hand of a Tan Zong like this, then what the hell!

Feeling Qin Yi's warm, poetic cheeks in the palm of his hand, he couldn't help but get a red, fragrant heart, as if he were a frightened deer, running around for a while.

Looking at Qin Yi Junyi's face, that warm and confident slight smile, the poetry had to sigh heavily.

Send away the poetry rhyme, Qin Yi stayed put and carefully recalled that since these days, the drip between himself and the poetry rhyme has dripped. Finally, an unknown conclusion was reached: the crap between men and women is so weird!

Shaking his head, he threw these messed up thoughts away, and then, for a moment, Qin Yi remembered his smoke cloud long gun, when he was about to take it out.

“Buzz...”

As he instilled the Xuan Qi into the smoke cloud gun, the whole long gun was suddenly trembling and a strong killing intent.

At the same time, a young man in a blue robe was slowly formed over a smoke cloud gun. The man in the blue robe was a little vague, but it has been seen that Qin Yi looked quite handsome.

Smoky Cloud!

Qin Yi has not seen this regained sense of smoke cloud since the last time he saw it at the Grand Chu Xuan Family Chamber of Commerce.

“Smoky Cloud, so gone, why are you so weak? ”

Looking at that somewhat vague sense of smoke cloud spirituality, Qin Yi was slightly disappointed. From the vague figure of smoke cloud spirituality alone, Qin Yi knew that at this time, the knowledge of smoke cloud spirituality was still overwhelming, far less powerful than in the Devil's Mausoleum in the past, when he first saw him.

“Juvenile, my spirituality, is fortunate to be able to reunite, and you want me to be powerful and incredible in extreme times, so that the smoke cloud gun can be upgraded into an artifact? Don't be paranoid! ”

The Yanyun Spiritual Awareness floated quietly in the air, overlooking Qin Yi on the ground, and smiled with dismay: “A weapon, in order to possess spiritual consciousness, must go through an incredibly long period of time. For spiritual consciousness to be strong, it must have an incredibly long period of time, not overnight, and can be accomplished. ”

Qin Yi shrugged his eyebrows and felt quite reasonable. He paused and asked: “So, aren't all artifacts possessed of spiritual knowledge? ”

“Of course.”

Smoky Cloud Soul softened his head: “Even the most powerful refiner, at the most, can only make holy objects, impossible to make artifacts. ”

“Are you saying that all artifacts in the world have been upgraded by sacred artifacts? ”

“Exactly. ”

Qin Yi felt it. He had to lament that the artifact would be so precious and scarce. It turned out that it had been upgraded by sacred artifacts. During the very distant fairy years, the owners of artifacts were basically those of the great immortals. Until now, he had not even seen artifacts, and even put them on sacred artifacts, he had not seen them.

He quickly stumbled into his heart. A mortar is an ordinary weapon. It is made of different qualities depending on the materials used. Therefore, there is a distinction between lower, middle and superior mortar.

Holy objects, in ordinary mortals, are embedded in precious stones, or smelted into the soul, allowing it to become lethal and rise to a whole new step.

“So, to what extent does a weapon's spirituality have to grow to become an artifact? ”

After reflection, Qin Yi asked such a question.

“Strength reaches imperial. ”

Smoky cloud, spitting word for word.

Strength to Imperial!

Qin Yi was stunned, a practitioner, to cultivate God's way, has already been extremely difficult, the spiritual knowledge of a weapon, to reach the strength of the imperial way, it is very difficult, you can imagine.

Smoky Cloud, then faceless, said: "In other words, a practitioner who possesses an artifact is equivalent to having the help of an imperial powerful man. ”

Qin Yi's gaze was slightly bright, which is something to look forward to.

If you have the help of an Imperial Daoist, then the scene of fighting must be quite pleasant.

Suppressing the body, the slightly boiling blood touched the nose, Qin Yi asked: "So, is there any way to make the weapon's consciousness grow faster? ”

“Yes, put the weapon in the Vancouver Killyard and let it absorb the killing intent there. There is also a way to extract the souls of some powerful people and seal them into weapons, so long as the intent to kill or seal the soul is sufficient, the weapon's consciousness will naturally become stronger. ”

Smoky Cloud Consciousness said.

Qin Yi smiled slightly bitterly. How can there be a Wangu killing ground in this Hongmeng Era?

Instead, the soul of the strong is withdrawn and sealed into the weapon. This is too tragic to be done by Qin Yi.

Nowadays, it seems that the only way to grow is to make the cloud aware of itself.

Time flies fast, blinks, two days have passed.

With the day's pilgrimage, from that east, the oblique illumination was in the bustling town of Tuanyang, and Qin Yi's battle with Tan Zong came on schedule.

Qin Yi and Tan Zong's pilot site is located on the Daliang Royal Training Ground.

Early this morning, the entire gallery, which can hold hundreds of thousands of people, is a sea of mountains and people.

Five days ago, the Daliang royal family had already posted the announcement and posted it. In Duanyang City, there was a big wave. At this moment, the scene on the training field, it is perfectly conceivable that almost two-thirds of the entire inhabitants of Duanyang City came.

Surrounded by the barracks, these men left a large, circular open space in the middle for Qin Yi and Tan Zong to contest.

The outermost part of the training field is guarded by a layer of elite troops to prevent people from messing with it.

On one side of the field, the foot rests on twelve giant drums, each in front of which stands a drummer with bare arms.

On the side of the palace is a row of watching platforms, which are filled with Minister Wenwu of the Royal Family of Daliang and the ladies of the palace. His Majesty Daliang, Tan Zong, Poetry and others are also among these people.

Besides, Qin Yi and Yanmei are also sitting among these people.

“The scene is not very lively, it's not much different from the battle flag championship. ”

Qin Yi glanced at the 10,000-headed training field, Xu Xuyi swept, couldn't help but whisper. Especially when he glanced at the twelve huge drums, he opened his mouth with dismay. He did not expect that the Royal Family of Daliang would make this competition so grand.

Qin Yi's heart is clear. The more serious the scene, the more he explains the Royal Family of Daliang. The more indignant his heart is about challenging Daliang's number one master!

However, there were countless scenes he had seen, which were not frightening, and the splendid color of that handsome face quickly became calm.

“How can there be so many people? ”

He was surrounded by a flaming woman with a horrible face. Apparently, she from a small tribe had never seen a battle like this.

She raised her beautiful little face slightly and looked at Qin Yi around her. In her glamorous eyes, there was a clear flurry of worried colors: “Qin Yi, are you sure you will win this battle? ”

Qin Yi smiled slightly and raised his hand to scratch Meizhan's nose. She was about to say something.

“Young Huaxia, if you are frightened, you can admit to losing, you are a friend of poetry, we Liang, will also regard you as a VIP. ”

A faint voice, but never far away, slowly came.

Qin Yi stagnated slightly, turning to his face, only Tan Zong, dressed in a black robe, looked up at himself slightly, and the poetry beside him was obviously bitter on his face.

Next to them, besides His Majesty Daliang, there is also an old white man in a grey robe. The old white man looked at Qin Yi from afar. In his eyes, he was obscured.

Qin Yi's eyes were only slightly swept away from the old man Baishu. He looked at Tan Zongxiang with a smile: “Looks like this strong man is the first expert in Daliang. It is true that his name is not false, but I still want to teach him his true strength. Your Majesty...”

Qin Yi looked at His Majesty the Great Leung in his gorgeous royal robe and said respectfully: “If I win this battle, can you give me a fire lotus? ”

His Majesty Daliang stunned and smiled. “Haha, Huaxia teenager, poetry has long challenged you to the true purpose of our Daliang's first master. It is reported to me. Do you take such an adventure for a fire lotus? ”

Adventure?

Touching his nose, Qin Yi smiled slightly: “I don't think that the first expert in challenging Daliang is adventurous. ”

As soon as he said this, including His Majesty Daliang, Daliang's Minister of Wenwu, all said it. This young man from Huaxia, really arrogant, didn't think that challenging Daliang's first master was an adventure. At this time, he should have hidden the threat of death.

Looking at that bright, cloudy and handsome teenager, Tan Zong's chest, a hidden rise and fall, in his chest, gently raised an unnamed fire, this boy, does not see himself as a very threatening existence.