One Hundred Thousand Reasons For Krypton Gold

Zhu Yu felt that Ling Qiong was just fooling around, how could she perform witchcraft by reading a book on the spot - what she was reading was still a book without words.

Every witchcraft can be used proficiently only after the wizard keeps practicing proficiency.

She was simply fantasizing about...?

Zhu Yu looked at the flickering symbols under his feet in confusion, and began to doubt his life.

This is... a success?

how could it be possible! !

Ling Qiong pulled the stunned Zhu Yu off the platform, and there was the sound of something moving under the platform.

The stone slabs above the platform are opened to both sides, and the stone pillars carved with dragons and phoenixes rise slowly.

There is a wooden box on the stone pillar.

Ling Qiong waited for the platform to be quiet, so he went up carefully.

The wooden box looks unpretentious, not as fine as the pillar below it.

"Don't move!"

Bamboo Feather let out a roar.

Lingqiong: "Why?"

Takehae: "What if there is something terrifying inside there?"

Ling Qiong: "..."

Ling Qiong directly took down the wooden box.

Zhu Yu subconsciously hugged her head, the surroundings were quiet, without any movement.

Zhu Yu opened one eye, just in time to see Ling Qiong opening the wooden box with bare hands.

Inside the wooden box lies a bead the size of a fist. Most of the bead is gray with green interspersed in the gray area.

The bead didn't seem to have any brilliance, as if there was a layer of mist in it.

This is……

clatter——

A few figures fell from the top of the head without warning, and gravel and dust fell at the same time.

Ling Qiong was standing in the middle, completely blinded by the dust.

The falling shadows quickly separated and formed a formation. Before they could make a move, both sides saw the girl on the platform and the bead in her hand.

"Lingzhu!"

Ling Qiong raised her hand to wipe the ashes off her face, and calmly looked at the group of people who fell down.

The elves and the human race each accounted for half. To be precise, they were divided into three teams.

He Mian is also in his own camp.

The elves are headed by the red-eyed elf, and the human race only has Pu Zhou, and the stage is nowhere to be seen.

"Is that the Lingzhu?"

"It doesn't look like anything special..."

Wu Shanju's disciples kept hearing about the Lingzhu during this time, and thought it was such a magical thing.

Who knew it was such an ordinary bead.

...

...

"Hi." Ling Qiong pursed her lips and smiled, raised her hand to say hello, and snapped the wooden box in her hand: "Hi everyone."

The girl's brisk voice broke the tense atmosphere. For a moment, they all forgot that they were fighting.

"Little girl, give me the Lingzhu." The red-eyed elf said first, "I can let you leave here alive."

Ling Qiong blinked her eyes and said in surprise, "Really?"

The red-eyed elf stretched out his hand and bewitched, "Of course, as long as you give it to me."

Ling Qiong tilted her head and looked at Pu Zhou on the other side: "Aren't you going to say something?"

"..." Pu Zhou remembered the little girl in front of him, "Are you a disciple of Wushanju?"

Ling Qiong smiled but did not answer.

Pu Zhou continued: "Since you are a disciple of Wushanju, then you should know where you should stand."

Neither Pu Zhou nor the red-eyed elf made a move, because they knew that no matter who made the first move at this time, the other party would not just look at it.

Without complete assurance, no one will act rashly.

As for He Mian...the two sides had the upper hand in numbers, so no one paid much attention to him.

He Mian also didn't seem to want to grab it, just stood there and watched.

Ling Qiong played with the wooden box in her hand, facing the two sides who were at war with swords, she remained calm and composed, "Do you all want it?"

"Little girl, don't you ask this knowingly?" The red-eyed elf continued to bewitch: "Give it to me, as long as you give it to me, I guarantee that you will not suffer any harm."

Pu Zhou said with a cold face, "You can't give this to them, otherwise you will harm your compatriots."

"Hahaha!" The red-eyed elf laughed loudly: "This was originally taken over by your human race. What qualifications do you have to say such a thing?"

Pu Zhou didn't seem to hear the red-eyed elf's words: "Give it to me."

Holding the wooden box, Ling Qiong looked at Pu Zhou and then at the red-eyed elf, as if she didn't know how to choose.

The red-eyed elf grinned: "You humans say we are cruel, but you are the ones who are really cruel. Do you know what they did?"

This question is for Lingqiong.

Ling Qiong shook her head cooperatively.

The red-eyed elf laughed strangely, "They dismembered the first elf who came out of Dongshan, took away the Lingzhu, but said that we invaded and killed you.

Secretly open the channel with the elves in the elves tower, lure the elves from the elves, lock them in the elves tower, and use them as tools for you to practice. But I tell you that those elves were caught outside.

Wow, judging by the expressions on your faces, you don't even know about this..."

The red-eyed elf clapped her hands in excitement.

Wu Shanju's disciples looked at each other in blank dismay.

Is what the elf said true?

This Lingzhu really belongs to the elves?

And the elves in the elf tower...

"He must be sowing discord, you can't take his word for it."

"The elves are best at deceiving people, we cannot be fooled."

"Everyone, don't trust me."

Everyone whispered, and many people looked at Pu Zhou carefully, wanting to hear their big witch's rebuttal.

But Pu Zhou just kept his face sullen and didn't speak.

"The dirty things you humans do are wonderful." The red-eyed elf looked at Pu Zhou maliciously: "For example... why can't the Lingzhu be returned to us, hehehe, ask your big witch .”

"..."

"..."

The atmosphere is stiff.

No one dared to ask Pu Zhou.

Ling Qiong didn't have so many scruples, and asked the red-eyed elf directly: "Why?"

"He's wasting time." Pu Zhou finally said, "When the elves rush over, no one will be able to escape. Do you really think he will let you go?"

Lingqiong said with a dignified tone, "It's okay, I just want to hear the truth of history."

Pu Zhou frowned: "You..."

"Why, are you scared?" The red-eyed elf challenged, "Don't you dare to do it, and don't you dare let people know your great achievements?"

Pu Zhou's eyes fell on the wooden box in Lingqiong's hand, as if he was calculating the chances of him snatching the wooden box.

The red-eyed elf has a strong desire to share at this time, and threatened Pu Zhou with a smile: "You'd better not do anything, the disciples behind you are not as strong as you."

It's not easy to tear up a few ordinary disciples if you can't tear up a great witch.

The Xiangtai hadn't arrived here yet, and Pu Zhou couldn't protect so many disciples by himself.

As a great witch, he couldn't ignore these disciples.

The most important thing is that he was already injured when he fought with this elf before. If he made a forceful move and let the elf get the spirit orb first, he would become even more difficult to deal with.

Pu Zhou looked at Ling Qiong with cold eyes.

The red-eyed elf was very satisfied with Pu Zhou's cooperation, clapped his hands and said, "Then I will tell you about my clan's final battle with you."