Chapter 570

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Yang Zimei sat in the room, playing with what the snow lake had left her.

I don't know how the snow lake is now. Has it survived the third disaster?

Sometimes, she really doubted that she would be like other physiographers. Because of the five disadvantages and three deficiencies of peeping at the heaven's fate, she could not stay with her for a long time.

Now even song Xuan and his master have become strange.

With a sigh, she set about sorting out her treasure chest.

Found that gray and plain little clock, can not help but take up a careful observation.

This little clock is what min Gang asked her to ask for in the snow lake that day.

She couldn't tell what was unusual about the little clock. She couldn't tell the age or the material, but she felt a strange feeling.

However, it can not be like a small iron tower, can absorb Yin Sha Qi.

What is the secret in this?

She picked it up and shook it suspiciously!

The air in the room suddenly flows a little abnormal, the curtain blows without wind.

Eh?

Yang Zimei shook again curiously!

Bang!

The door was knocked open.

"Master, don't shake the clock, I'm so sad!" said the pale Zhenzi outside the door

Yang Zimei stopped and looked at her suspiciously, "do you hear me shaking the clock?"

"Yes, master, my ears are about to be broken by the sound of the bell. I can't stand it." She replied.

Eh?

Yang Zimei looked at the little clock in his hand curiously.

Although she was ringing the bell just now, the sound of the bell was very small, similar to that of the wind. How could it break Zhenzi's ears?

She couldn't help shaking it again.

"Ah --"

Zhenzi is crazy, covering her ears and her face is twisted. She looks very frightened.

Yang Zimei stopped in a hurry.

Zhenzi returned to normal.

At this time, yuzhenzi came in and said anxiously, "young martial nephew, go to see the elder martial brother. He was practicing martial arts just now, and suddenly he vomited a mouthful of blood."

As soon as Yang Zimei's heart sank, he got up in a hurry and ran out.

Yu Qing covered her heart with pale face and leaned against the tree trunk, looking as if she had been hurt internally.

"Master --"

Yang Zimei ran over and quickly checked his pulse. When he found that the pulse was weak and weak, he quickly took out the silver needle to protect his heart pulse, input vitality, and let yuzhenzi take out the thousand year old ginseng.

Yuqing with a thousand years of ginseng, pale face gradually ruddy up, back to normal.

"Master, what's going on? Are you crazy when you practice martial arts by force

Yang Zimei asked in surprise.

Yuqing practiced Qi guiding technique, which was always gentle and gradual. He never experienced the situation of being possessed by demons in his practice.

Yuqing looked up at her and said, "just now it seems that there is some sound hindering my exercise. I tried to break through it, but unexpectedly, one breath can't come along, leading to stagnation of Qi and blood."

"By what sound? Is it like a bell

Yang Zimei asked urgently.

"Well, it's like a bell ringing in your room. What are you doing?" Yu Qing asked with a little reproach.

"Master, do you hear the bell

Yang Zimei turned to ask Yu Zhenzi.

"I didn't hear anything."

Yu Zhenzi said blankly, "is it that I didn't put in enough practice just now? Little martial nephew, did you disturb any magic weapon? "

Yang Zimei is really strange.

Why did he just shake the little bell and didn't feel how loud the noise was, but Zhenzi couldn't stand it and master was possessed by the devil?

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