Ask for collections, ask for red tickets~

After sending off these people, Qinglin's originally happy mood became not very happy, and he was bored and ready to leave, left Lhasa, and came to this land of yellow sand again, and the next destination will be Yongzhou City.

Walking on the boundless yellow earth, the wind blew gently, and the air around it became extraordinarily solemn and cold, and at a glance, there was almost nothing, empty and dead.

The only scenery is probably only some upright yellow sand and stones, in the boundless yellow earth, it is not too eye-catching, this is a monotonous emptiness, there is no other color, there are too many scenes, some are just ancient dry land. This is like an exiled area, no one wants to walk on this land, but now Qinglin is walking on this land step by step, down-to-earth, to feel the unwillingness and anger of the land under his feet.

Legend has it that this area was originally green and grassy, but unfortunately, tens of thousands of years ago, a supreme strong man destroyed the earth's aura, tore up the earth's vitality, and made the originally vibrant land so barren.

Qinglin's footsteps are not fast, but his steps are very firm, step by step, standing with his hands in his hands, feeling the hissing in the wind, the unwillingness of the land under his feet, he firmly walks into the depths of the yellow sand earth.

Suddenly, he stopped, and stood quietly, staring at the end of the yellow sand, and on the horizon, a small black dot was rapidly approaching.

Feeling the breath of rapid approaching, a sneer appeared at the corner of Qinglin's mouth, "It's here!"

The speed of the small black dot is very fast, and it can be seen gradually that it is a very ordinary figure, his feet do not touch the ground, his shoulders do not shake, he is three inches high from the ground, and he comes from the void. But in an instant, the person who came was already approaching, his figure and appearance were clearly visible, his steps were not fast, but he had a great speed, every step he fell, it seemed to disappear from the same place, and quickly appeared in front, there was a mystery of shrinking the ground into inches, and the person who came was not simple.

This is a twenty-one or twelve-year-old man, not very tall, very ordinary face, placed in the sea of people like a drop of water, silent, without any notice. But the moment he saw Qinglin, his long black hair fluttered wantonly in the wind, and his eyes became extremely sharp, staring at Qinglin coldly, giving people a wordless sense of oppression.

"Ding!"

With a soft sound, the person who came suddenly stopped, three feet above the ground, stood in front, quietly looked at Qinglin, and his originally sharp eyes became dim, ordinary, without the slightest specialness, he was naturally ordinary in Lhasa City.

Qinglin looked at the ordinary and said lightly: "Who are you?"

"Ordinary!"

He opened his mouth and spat out two words, and his voice was very different, making people feel as if they had heard it in many places.

"Something?" Qinglin still looked at the ordinary calmly, he didn't care about the sudden appearance of the ordinary, he seemed so calm.

"I'm from the Imperial Palace!" Standing on the ground, staring at the man in front of him, ordinary people could feel the majestic power in Qinglin's body, and opened his mouth slightly, his voice was flat.

"Imperial Palace?" The familiar name made Qing Lin's face change, not a glimmer of heaven, but an even older name, he didn't expect that he would be targeted by the Imperial Palace.

As if he knew what Qing Lin was thinking, Ping Fan shook his head and said: "Don't be afraid that the Imperial Palace no longer exists, there are only three people left, and the underground world of the Eastern Wilderness already belongs to the first-line sky." ”

"Then what are you looking for me for?" Qinglin was a little puzzled, he didn't think he was very famous.

"I'm waiting for someone, someone who can change the fate of the Imperial Palace, and you're that person. "Ordinary speech is meticulous, without any ups and downs.

Qinglin smiled faintly and said: "I think you recognized the wrong person, what ability do I have to change the fate of the Imperial Palace, you think too highly of me!"

A sword appeared in the ordinary hand, the sword was like a cicada's wings, light and clear, but the moment this sword appeared in the ordinary hand, a sky-high killing intent rushed straight into the sky, and the yellow sand that was originally full of the sky was suddenly washed away by this cold killing intent.

"Interesting, are you ready to make a move?" Qinglin narrowed his eyes slightly, ready to make a move.

Ping Fan nodded and said: "If you die, then naturally not, if you are not dead, then you are naturally, I only use a sword, and I can agree to your request whenever I survive in the future." ”

Qinglin was a little annoyed, and suddenly a person came and said to you, if I kill you, you will die in vain, and if you don't die, I will promise you a condition, what is this.

The ordinary figure slowly faded in Qinglin's eyes, and finally disappeared.

Looking at this amazing secret technique, Qing Lin stared at the surroundings with a serious expression, and powerful divine thoughts emanated, feeling the changes in the air around him, invisible but could feel the changes around him.

Engrossed and vigilant of everything around him, Qing Lin didn't know that Pingfan would come out of that place, but he knew that what was waiting for him must be a sword that broke the earth.

"Shhh

A slight hissing sound came into Qinglin's ears, and Qinglin blasted out with a fist in his right hand in an instant, as if an earthquake had occurred, the earth under his feet was shaking violently, and his arm was like a dragon, strong and powerful.

"Ding!"

A crisp sound sounded in his ears, and Qing Lin's big fist smashed into the long sword that was as thin as a cicada's wings, and when it touched together, the powerful force was canceled out, and only a crisp sound was made.

But the terrifying murderous aura crossed Qinglin's arm, leaving an obvious blood mark, Qinglin looked at the ordinary who flew away with a gloomy face, the sword just now can be said to be very dangerous, almost silent, if it weren't for Qinglin's strong divine thoughts, and felt the slightest hint of sound, maybe Qinglin's head would be cut off at this moment.

This ordinary sword was originally here to kill, if it weren't for the big fist blocking the trajectory of this sword, the original murderous aura would not have left blood marks on the arm, but slashed through Qinglin's throat.

This feeling is really not good, since they have all made a move, Qinglin naturally will not let the ordinary leave, it seems to know what Qinglin is thinking, and the ordinary retreats away, and once again hides in the surrounding environment. didn't catch ordinary traces, so Qinglin knew that he couldn't catch him, so he had to say coldly: "I'll take it!"

"After all, my sword is still not as good as the Maya of the Zongheng family, it is the strongest killing sword in time, but unfortunately no one in the world today has really learned it. The ordinary figure became erratic in the wind, and he also knew that the sword and sword just now made Qinglin angry in his heart, but he didn't seem to be making a move, so he naturally used the secret method.

Qinglin was indifferent: "So what?"

"The strongest killing sword in the Imperial Palace is the silent killing sword I just shot, silent and lifeless, when the silent killing sword reaches the last moment, even a saint will fall under this sword, you can block it, it means that you are the person I am looking for. Ordinary stood in the wind and said.

Qinglin was very dissatisfied, such an answer could not satisfy him, and said indifferently: "Do you think this is the end?"

"I can help you kill anyone. Ping Fan said calmly.

Qing Lin was a little moved, the strength of the ordinary was very strong, he knew that although the sword was blocked just now, there was still a lot of luck, after all, the environment here was not suitable for assassination, and the traces of the wind flow made it more difficult for the ordinary to hide himself, and the sword made a slight sound. Since Pingfan opened his mouth, Qinglin naturally believed in Pingfan's words, but even so, it didn't mean that Qinglin would let go of Pingfan, and he came to such a sword for no reason, which made Qinglin very unhappy.

"This encounter is a bit presumptuous, if you need to find me to attract this feather, next time we are in Zhongzhou, you will need my strength!" The ordinary voice gradually faded away, and a pitch-black feather slowly fell in front of Qinglin's eyes.

Stretching out his hand and catching this feather, Qinglin muttered in a low voice: "It turns out that you are still alive, ordinary!"