MTL - Seal Cultivation for Self-Improvement-~ The first batch of younger brothers?

"You," Yu Qiu looked up and looked at the thin bald who was the first to show his face. "Come on."

The skinny bald screamed at himself.

"Yes, it's you."

The skinny bald man walked away in vain.

"You have been stuck in the third floor of refining, has it been a long time?" Yu Qiu asked him with a smile.

The skinny bald did not consciously nod and nodded, and asked, "What happened?"

"Nothing." Yu Qiudao, "I just told you a kid, you are lucky today."

As soon as the voice fell, Yu Qiu grabbed the other hand. The bald man was shocked, and he did not wait for him to react. Yu Qiu had already stuffed the pen into his hand.

"Do as I said." Yu Qiu put all five fingers on the back of the bald hand, with his fingertips against the other's fingertips, hold tightly, "use your soul to guide the body's aura, cover that Only the pen, let the aura wrap the nib."

After a word, he saw that the other party was still worried, and suddenly he shouted. "Do as I said! I want to save your boss and hurry!"

The skinny bald man was a spirit, and he subconsciously controlled his own soul power, guiding the body's aura to wrap the nib as he said in autumn.

"Very good." Yu Qiu showed a little satisfaction, "Be careful, don't let your spiritual power fluctuate a little."

The bald man quickly got up and tried to stabilize the aura. "And then?"

“And then?” Yu Qiu laughed. “Remember the next feeling, which will benefit you for the rest of your life.”

His smile made the few people who saw it helpless. This is a kind of smile how to describe it? Cozy, arrogant, and arrogant. These words, no matter which one is taken out, are inconsistent with the youthful appearance of Yu Qiu. But the smirk on his face can only make people think of this description.

Yu Qiuben is not a man of arrogance, but as long as he is drawing a pen, he is the most arrogant.

This arrogance comes from his self-confidence.

He held the opponent's hand arrogantly, and let the pen tip of the other party fall on the white deer paper when the other party has not recovered from this confident smile.

Without a pause, Yu Qiu’s movements were lightning fast. This kind of symbol has been drawn for countless times. When I started in the autumn, I didn’t even have to think about it. I painted it with pens and pens. Every pen is so smooth and free, in one go.

Everyone looked at Yu Qiu’s hand and only felt a dazzling moment. The thin bald man who was held in the autumn was already shocked.

So that after returning to God, the baldness that led the aura was suddenly chaos.

He is a mess, the problem is big, Yu Qiu is using his hand-painted characters! The formation of a symbol, in addition to the necessary materials, in addition to qualified skills, stable aura is even more essential. This kind of chaos in the middle of the drawing is enough to make the whole symbol into a waste.

Yu Qiu frowned and snorted.

Suddenly, Yu Qiu suddenly accelerated the speed. Everyone was dazzled by the fact that he only felt that his hand had only a shadow.

Just in the moment when the bald soul's soul was about to be completely stable, Yu Qiu painted the last stroke.

Fu Yan slammed a golden mang, and then Jin Mang dispersed, leaving a layer of blue light shimmer.

Then the soft blue hair at the tip of the pen trembled fiercely, and the blue water scrub was excited by the mess that was smashed, and it was spattered around.

When it was said that it was too late, Yu Qiu quickly rushed to the left hand and quickly pumped the painted plaque from the other side, and wiped the splashed blue liquid, and protected it on the side.

Yu Qiu released his right hand, and the pen body fell from the bald hand, hitting the ground and making two crisp sounds, and suddenly it broke into several sections. After all, it is the pen used by mortals, and can't stand the aura of the monk.

And the bald man was also unfortunately backed up several times, obviously not doing anything, even was scared out of a cold sweat.

Yu Qiu finally finished the Fu Lan in front of his eyes, carefully swept his eyes, and his brows gradually tightened.

"How?" The three people in the Qingtou group called a nervous one. "Are you?"

Yu Qiu slowly sighed and shook his head.

The green head helped the three people suddenly lose their looks. With such a symbol, the only white deer paper has been used, but it is not possible - what can be done!

Yu Qiu frowned and looked at the bald man. "Because you didn't stabilize at the end."

The bald face was suddenly white, and the whole person seemed to be crumbling. He looked at a few companions around him and looked at the boss on the ground who was about to struggle. He almost wanted to die for death.

"Because you didn't stabilize at the end," the result was not finished in the autumn of the sentence, "so this little reincarnation is just a middle class."

what? The bald man suddenly stabilized his figure. "Small rejuvenation? Chinese?"

Nodded in autumn, the look was still very dissatisfied. Because the highest level of rehearsal is the three layers of refining, Yu Qiu can only choose the lowest reincarnation. Although the small reincarnation is not as good as the reincarnation, the effect of the small rejuvenation is not weak. However, in the autumn of the technology, it has been out of the top grade for hundreds of years, and I want to have a Chinese product this time? In the heart of autumn, this is a deep shame.

Sure enough, borrowing someone else's hand-painted characters is not so good. Yu Qiu was depressed and thought that it would be nice to let the bald person try several times in advance. Unfortunately, the materials are limited, and there is only one chance in total. I have to catch the ducks on the shelves.

The rest of the people would not care if he was a little depressed. When he heard that there was a turn, the eyes were green again. "Can the boss be saved?"

"Half and a half." Yu Qiu looked at the sign in his hand.

If it is top grade, it will definitely save you back. But since it is a middle product...

Yu Qiu took Fuxi to the gray-looking youth look, kneeling down, watching the other side still licking the **** throat. Then his right hand took Fuxi to the front, and the **** on his left hand were above the symbol, and he narrowed his eyes, trying to control his soul power, and let the soul force gradually overstep from the fingertips to the symbol.

There is such a small skill that ordinary people don't know.

This kind of thing is not only to let the soul force wrapped in the aura to directly stimulate such a usage.

Now in the autumn, it is the soul power wrapped in the symbol, so that the soul force moves in the way of the symbol, and gradually absorbs the energy contained in the symbol, and the silk is wrapped in it.

Everyone saw that the blue light on the symbol gradually faded, and the fingertips of Yu Qiu’s left hand gradually condensed a little blue.

Yu Qiu took his left hand out of Fuxi and placed it in the throat of the gray-shirt youth. This process seems to be simple, but in the autumn, only the second layer of refining is repaired, and he is also full of sweat.

The blue light at the fingertips was suddenly scattered, but it was dragged by the soul and firmly controlled by the wounds of the gray youth.

Gradually, every blue color was drilled into the wounds of the gray youth.

Yu Qiu exhaled a long breath, and the whole person sat softly on the ground.

"Qiuer!" Yu Yuankai rushed over and took him.

"Boss!" A few of the green heads also came up.

Just for a while, the look of the gray-haired youth has been much better. Although the wound has not healed, it has at least no longer bleed outside.

"Look for a clean place and put him in place." Yu Qiu said, the voice is getting smaller and smaller, "Let him rest, don't be too noisy, nothing to bother, and tomorrow will be better."

How did a few of the Greenheads feel grateful, and Yu Qiu did not see it.

When I said this, Yu Qiu felt that his soul and energy were being consumed too much and could not be supported. As soon as he spoke, he had already squinted and squatted in the arms of the old man.

Woke up again, it is already after three hours.

Yu Qiu opened his eyes in a strange room, touched the unfamiliar bed underneath, and then violently bounced, slammed his head in a depressed way, secretly swearing himself: Why is it so unscrupulous?

But when you think about it, he is relieved. Anyway, he can't beat a few of the green-headed gangs. If they really have any bad feelings, they can't escape if they are slumbering and not sleeping.

Of course, it seems that those few are still very conscience.

Yu Qiu sat on the edge of the bed, his feet were drawn underneath, trying to find his shoes.

Soon, Yu Yuankai heard the movement rushing in. "Qiuer, are you hungry? Can you eat porridge?"

Yu Qiu nodded and asked, "Where is the porridge?"

"Zhao bald, they cook a few." Yu Yuankai answered happily.

Zhao bald?

Yu Qiu is still there, before the thin bald man came in behind Yuan Kai, and rushed to the front of the autumn body, "Autumn! You can wake up!"

What? Autumn?

Yu Qiu smoked his mouth and said, "Why call me this?"

"You saved our boss!" Baldman proudly said, "You are our Lord!"

Yu Qiu helped the meeting, and he was too lazy to take care of him. He stepped on his shoes and went out.

Going to the hall, you can see that there is another room in this cabin. It is estimated that the boss of the Qingtou Gang is now resting inside. The other two people, the big fat man and the numb-faced camel are in the hall.

"Autumn Ye."

"Autumn!!"

As a result, when Qiuyi came out, they shouted out in unison.

Yu Qiujun was fainted by the lord. "What to do? What do you want to do? What is it? I am so big, what can I do?"

The fat man and the velvet camel were blocked by this words, and they looked at each other at a loss. In the end, the thin bald man was more adept at the doglegs, and immediately smiled and smiled. "Yes, what is the Lord, the Lord is not good at hearing! Autumn, you said yes?"

Help!

Yu Qiu decisively opened another door. The gray-clothed youth was lying on the bed inside, and the throat wound had healed with only a trace of light color, and the whole person looked much better.

Yu Qiu saw a few people who followed him, and looked at him again. He said in his eyes: Your younger brother is so hard to give others a dog leg, you care?

As a result, the gray-haired youth did not receive any signal from him. When he saw him, he was surprised and happy to come. "You can wake up! Boss!"

Yu Qiu: "..."

Yu Qiu burst into tears: You are rushing to ask others to be your younger brother, and rushing to ask someone to be your boss is a strange hobby!