"Deng Qingshu of Qingluan Sect is a nobody."
Deng Qingshu froze Xuan Bing with his sword and looked at the young man who had been knocked down by him on the ground: "Can you talk properly now?"
The most favored young master of the Xu family was beaten by an unknown female cultivator until he hugged an umbrella and cried bitterly.
"She must have used a forbidden technique!" Xu Mingwu vowed, rubbing his bruised arm: "How can a normal person break the formation I set up?"
The monk passing by turned his head silently: "Is it possible that he is your type?"
Deng Qingshu looked at this fool who counted money for swindlers and gave directions to phantom demons, and for the first time he suspected that the law of heaven was unfair——
This idiot's bloodline can actually break the seal of the cold pool?
"I saved you thirteen times, you saved me once, it's even."
"That's not how the account is settled!" Xu Mingwu grabbed her sleeves anxiously, "You also broke three of my umbrellas, touched my waist five times, and that time in Hantan..."
Deng Qingshu backhanded him and froze him into an ice sculpture: "Noisy."
Later, Xu Mingwu watched Deng Qingshu die as a martyr.
"Did you know that I was a container of dragon veins?" Xu Mingwu's red eyes had golden patterns, and the umbrella bones turned into dragons and wrapped around her wrists.
Deng Qingshu split the bloody sky with his sword: "I know now." He stabbed the cold marrow sword into his heart with his backhand, "But it's not important anymore..."
The new disciple pointed at the relief of Wenxin Step and whispered:
"I heard that one of the Taoist couples froze the three realms into ice sculptures, and the other drained the dragon's veins..."
"What happened next?"
"Then?" Miao Miao stroked the green snake on her wrist, "Then the dragon roared in Hantan every night, waiting for someone to break through the ice and come out."
Intention: Work hard and make progress