Chapter 1793 Xia Qingying

Su Zimo looked at the medicine bottle and dust-removing charm in his hand, smiled slightly, and looked at the young woman and asked, "I don't know how to call the girl?"

This question is a bit abrupt.

After all, in the eyes of others, the status of the two people is very different, and their statuses are different.

But in the eyes of the young woman, there was no blame, just a smile.

"Who do you think you are!"

At this moment, Liang commanded and stepped forward, staring at Su Zimo coldly, scolding: "Is the name of the young lady, your lowly subordinate is qualified to ask!"

Off!

Su Zimo frowned.

Since he practiced, it is the first time that he has heard this title.

"Liang Qiu!"

The young woman frowned slightly, her eyes narrowed, her face unhappy, and said, "I have told you many times that everyone has ascended from the lower world. There is no distinction between high and low!"

"You Liangqiu just soared 10,000 years before him, so why is it so ironic?"

"What the young lady learned."

Liang Qiu bowed his head slightly, his face was a little ugly, but he dare not refute.

The young woman looked at Su Zimo with an apologetic smile, and said, "My name is Xia Qingying, Liang Qiu is not bad in nature, but it is awful to speak, don't be surprised."

Su Zimo smiled and nodded.

Liang Qiu gave a glance at Su Zimo, and whispered to the young woman: "Miss, nothing is going on here, let's go."

The young woman nodded slightly and turned away again.

...

"It's gone, it's gone, we all go back and look at our own Lingtian, don't make fun of it!"

When Duan Tianliang saw that Xia Qingying and Liang Qiu had left, they straightened their waists again, and became energetic.

Many people looked at Su Zimo, all showing a look of self-respect for blessing, and they dispersed.

Duan Tianliang walked towards Su Zimo.

Duan Tianliang was obese and not tall. When he came to Su Zimo, he had to raise his head and look up at the latter.

Su Zimo's expression was calm and his eyes were calm.

Duan Tianliang sneered slightly, and said, "Tunbaozi, don't worry, the young lady has an order to let you take care of the wound first, and I won't embarrass you."

"Well, you live there."

Duan Tianliang pointed to a hut that was not far away.

Su Zimo didn't bother to care about this person, came to the big pit, put away the bronze Fang Ding, and turned towards the hut.

"Pooh!"

Looking at the back of Su Zimo, Duan Tianliang took a spit and sneered: "Fuck, a first-order Xuanxian, what's the look of Lao Tzu!"

"Wait a few days and you look good!"

The hut was humble, with only a bamboo bed, a table, and a few bamboo stools.

Su Zimo has just escaped from the starry black hole. In the bronze Fang Ding, he wandered and wondered how many years he had spent.

To him, that thatched house is simply a blessing.

After Su Zimo entered the room, he tore up the dust-removing charm, and a mysterious force shrouded him.

Just in a blink of an eye, the dirt on his body disappeared completely.

Su Zimo took out a blue shirt again from the storage bag and thought while wearing it.

Although he had soared to the upper realm and came to Long Yuan Xing, he still had many doubts in his heart.

The biggest doubt is, of course, which interface it belongs to.

Xia Qingying once said that everyone is a rising person in the lower world.

Does this sentence mean that Fengxueling is a soaring person, or is the entire Longyuan star all soaring people?

In the latter case, this is a little weird.

Is there no aboriginal soul of the upper world on the great star?

And his cultivation.

He spent four or nine days to ascend and rise, is it just a first-order Xuanxian?

In addition, it is not clear what the two kinds of fairy grass that he planted, Pei Yuan Cao and Yu Lin Hua, are useful.

Just then, there was a sound of footsteps outside the door.

Su Zimo frowned slightly.

Is this Tian Liang so anxious and come to his house so quickly to trouble him?

"Little brother?"

At this moment, the comer had come to the door, snapped the door, and called.

Su Zimo said for a moment, "Come in."

Someone pushed in.

The face of the man who came was dark, and his expression was kind. He was the only one who was on the sidelines and had helped Su Zimo to say good things several times.

Su Zimo has some impression on this person.

The visitors saw that Su Zimo was removed from the soil and dressed neatly.

"Little brother, I didn't expect you to be so young, so handsome, like a scholar."

The comer said with a smile.

Later, the person seemed to think of something, suddenly widened his eyes, and asked in doubt: "brother, are you not injured? But just ..."

"It's just a slight injury, and it's alright to take the elixir of the young lady."

Su Zimo raised the medicine bottle in Yang's hand.

In fact, this is just Qinglian's powerful self-healing ability.

However, Su Zimo had been intercepted by King Yunyou. He knew in his heart that the secret of Qing Lian's true body must not be revealed after rising to the upper bound!

Otherwise, he will cause endless murder!

Su Zimo turned away and asked with a fist: "What do you call Daoyou? Why did you come here?"

"Hey!"

The man waved his hand and said, "In Fengxueling, there are not so many rules. You just call me Lao Yan. Let's say it is nice. It's called farming."

"By the way, it's unclear. What is the use of this Peiyuan grass and Yulin flower we are going to plant?"

Su Zimo asked along the words of Lao Yan.

"These two immortals are used to make an elixir called Ningyuandan."

Lao Yan said: "Breathing and breathing normally, absorb the vitality of the heavens and the earth, and the cultivation is too slow. Taking this Ningyuandan can better condense the vitality and speed up the practice."

"So it is."

Su Zimo's eyes flashed a solitude.

At the beginning, the strong in the upper world came to the sky and were beheaded and killed by Butterfly Moon, who had given him a lot of Ning Yuandan.

Those Ning Yuandan are now in the hands of the martial arts deities.

Thinking of this, Su Zimo's heart moved, ready to find a time, trying to establish a connection with the martial arts deity.

Lao Yan said: "Little brother, you just flew up. In this upper world, there are many differences from the lower world. I will tell you in advance, so that you will not suffer."

"Grateful."

Su Zimo quickly hugged his fists and thanked him.

He is now worried that no one can answer the confusion in his mind for him.

Lao Yan said: "The practice of the upper world needs to absorb the vitality of the heavens and the earth. Different practices have different effects."

"The space in the upper bound is extremely stable, and the earth is stronger. It is absolutely impossible to tear the space like the lower bound."

Su Zimo nodded.

When he first came down, he noticed something strange.

Lao Yan thought for a while and said, "Yes, come to the upper world, our Xuanxian cannot release the dripping blood rebirth technique, you must pay attention to it."

"Don't say rebirth of blood, even if it is rebirth with a broken arm, only the legendary Dixian strongman can do it!"

Hearing here, Su Zimo thought coldly of the Dragon Phoenix who was destroyed by King Yun You.

(End of this chapter)