After the rebirth, the big guys call me ancestors

Chapter 372 The strength is crushed
Wei Kongqing raised his hand to touch Little Jinchan under the vigilant eyes of Yin Qiyu and the others.

She chuckled: "What kind of magic is not magic, it's better not to say that too harshly."

The post of witchcraft master was a very popular secret science in Dayan back then, it can be practiced by ordinary people, and it must be passed on by closed disciples.

So don't mention how many people there are under the national teacher's sect, even if they want to learn, there is no way to learn.

Sun Qishan looked at Xiao Jinchan's eyes with a trace of disgust and hatred.

But he couldn't act rashly, because this was brought by Ji Lize, so the Golden Cicada Gu King and the Witch Gu Master must have come from another way.

Yin Qiyu looked between the two of them.

What kind of plot is this happening?Why is development so magical? !
She couldn't help being a little confused: "Old Sun, what the hell is that?!"

Although it doesn't sound like a good thing, this little girl doesn't look like a bad person, does she?
Even Ji Lize, who was standing outside the court, frowned, with a trace of doubt in his eyes.

After all, apart from Sun Qishan and Wei Kongqing, Li Baidou must have known those two new terms.

Sun Qishan tightened his grip on the hilt of the sword.

He stared at Wei Kongqing and said: "The one who slaughtered me in Qishan Mountain...is a witch and Gu master."

As for the sect of witches and Gu masters, there is only one sect left who died in a thousand years.

As soon as the words fell, the expressions of the other people also changed.

Everyone looked at the innocent little girl in unison.

Wei Kongqing tilted his head.

"What are you looking at me for?" She retorted with a smile on her face, "It's not me who slaughtered your family. At that time, I was still lying in the coffin, and I was your ancestor."

But who it is, in fact, when Sun Qishan mentioned the witch and Gu master, Wei Kongqing probably already had an idea in his heart.

Those who can know the golden cicada Gu are definitely not the descendants of ordinary witches and Gu masters, and those who can slaughter the Qishan clan are certainly not ordinary witches and Gu masters.

Combining the thousands of years of Witch Gu inheritance and dating records, looking at the whole of China, there is only one person who meets those conditions——

Si Yanshu, the royal family of the Yue Kingdom, is a direct descendant of the closed disciple of the Great Yan State Master.

Sun Qishan pursed his lips tightly.

But he also knew that those who could be brought by Ji Lize for the second assessment were basically those with clean backgrounds and no past history.

Suddenly, Ye Xuanyi, who hadn't spoken yet, said, "Okay, let's talk after the fight."

Anyway, after the assessment is passed, it's not too late to interrogate him carefully. The quality of martial arts depends on the quality of character.

So in the next second, the five people who had been ready to go quickly attacked Wei Kongqing.

Metal produces water, and wood produces fire.

Therefore, people who are born of the two elements turn ice into water and burn wood into fire respectively.

All of a sudden, the original attack power more than doubled.

Not to mention that there is Sun Qishan outside who is running the Qishan Dao method blessing ability.

Wei Kongqing smiled calmly.

She mentioned the spiritual power in her veins, and immediately set up a defensive shield.

For a moment, the white light was bright, and only a red dress swayed with the strong wind in people's eyes.

Ji Lize stood up.

This scene really resembles the scene in Shui Yun Hua back then.

But Wei Kongqing was not in the spirit lock array at this time, so the power of faith accumulated in the past few days also found use.

The girl's bright red lips hooked slightly.

Yin Qiyu held the wood fire rattan, her pupils constricted: "No, go back!"

But no matter how fast a person is, it can't be as fast as light.

I saw the dazzling white light suddenly brighten again, and the bright people seemed to have their eyes cut by a knife.

(End of this chapter)