"Get up, since I''ll tell you, there''s a way for you." Qi Ling said to Zhao Lei, "although the blood fingerprints are extremely insidious, fortunately you are still one step short of folding yourself in."

    "If you break through level 30 and reach the realm of soul respect, the realm of blood fingerprints is bound to break through together. At that time, you can be regarded as having run out of oil, and the lamp is dead. "

    after listening to this, Zhao Lei suddenly felt in a cold sweat. With the help of the power of blood fingerprints for so many years, he was arrogant and happy for a long time. He didn''t expect to pay for his own life.

    At this time, he thought that Zhu Zhuqing''s xuanming palm was as powerful as her own blood fingerprints, and her age was obviously younger than her own!

    Qi Ling certainly won''t hurt Zhu Zhuqing to make her stronger. From this point of view, since Zhu Zhuqing can be stronger, he may be safe.

    "Boss Qi, do you have any way to save me?" Zhao Lei said hopefully.

    Qi Ling takes out a secret book from behind him. Zhao Lei looks at the three big words "qishangquan" on it. He doesn''t know what he means.

    "When you cultivate this bloody fingerprint, you should first hurt yourself, then hurt others, and then let you change your Kung Fu now, which is equivalent to abolishing. Do you want to say that you have accomplishments and make you a mortal?" Qi Ling asked.

    From a master to a mere mortal, even for the sake of saving his life, it''s unacceptable. Naturally, Zhao Lei doesn''t want to.

    "So I''m going to teach you this book of qishangquan. It''s similar to the cultivation method of blood fingerprints, but it''s a famous method. It won''t damage your foundation." Qi Ling said, and took out a secret book.

    "At the same time, if you practice the Hunyuan Gong assiduously, you can eliminate the negative effects of qishangquan, consolidate the foundation, cultivate the yuan and improve your physique."

    "When you reach the second level of Hunyuan Gong, when there is a two or three points of heat in qishang Quan, you can recover your strength. But how long it takes depends on your understanding."

    Zhao Lei looks at the two secret books in his hand, and his gratitude is hard to express. This is the first time that he feels the concern of others, which gives him a sense of belonging.

    "Boss Qi, thank you for saving my life! I, Zhao Lei, swear to heaven that I will be loyal to you in this life. If I betray you, I will not die well! " Zhao Lei said solemnly.

    "Well, you just have the heart." Qi Ling waved his hand and said, "it''s a genius to have such accomplishments at your age. You''d better find a college and study hard."

    Then Qi Ling turned around and left here, not staying. He believes that he has a good eye for people, and Zhao Lei will help him in the future.

    Outside the arena, Zhu Zhuqing is still waiting for himself, but in addition to her, there is a tall man around her.

    "What''s up, beauty? Give me face and have dinner with me. A beauty like you, with such strength, deserves a hero like me!" The man said eagerly, his eyes scanning Zhu Zhuqing''s body, as if to eat her.

    Zhu Zhuqing is always too lazy to pay attention to such a person, so he just keeps a cold face and doesn''t say a word. However, Zhu Zhuqing''s appearance makes the man think he has a chance, so he is more attentive.

    "Hahaha, beauty, don''t be shy. Who doesn''t know my name of Jinhe in this battle soul field? I promise I won''t treat you badly!" The man named Jinhe said that he was closer to Zhu Zhuqing, and his evil eyes were burning.

    "Besides, I''m better at that! I promise you will never forget me if you want to die and be immortal

    This is tantamount to a direct insult. What Zhu Zhuqing hates most is that someone insults himself like this. He can''t help saying coldly, "get out of here!"

    "Yo? The little girl has a good temper, but it doesn''t matter. What I like most is such a woman. That''s enough taste! " Jinhe said with a laugh.

    "If you don''t get out of here, you''ll die ugly." Zhu Zhuqing said.

    "Ah? Hahaha, who dares to fight against Jinhe in this soul field? I''m one of the only two Jindou spirits in the realm of soul worship! " Jinhe opens its way.

    Zhu Zhuqing was stunned when he heard that Jinhe was actually a Jindou soul. Unlike Yindou soul, which can be accumulated by time, Jindou soul is a real one. It must rely on strength to win in a row to become such a fast one.

    This undoubtedly shows that, at least in the level of hunzun, Jinhe has already represented the highest strength of the soul field, and in such a place where people live by fighting, it also shows that Jinhe has extraordinary strength.

    However, Zhu Zhuqing will never bow to a scum even if he is standing in front of a title Douluo. If he dares to insult himself like this, Zhu Zhuqing will do it to the other party.

    So Zhu Zhuqing didn''t hesitate any more. Xuanming''s palm covered Jinhe''s chest with blue light, and he intended to give him a fatal blow.

    But what Zhu Zhuqing didn''t expect was that Jinhe''s golden light flashed, and his palm hit him, but there was no reaction."Hey, hey, is that your skill? Give me a massage Jinhe said, reach out to grasp Zhu Zhuqing''s hand, Zhu Zhuqing quickly jumped back, out of Jinhe''s attack range.

    "Ha ha ha, little beauty, don''t run away, play with me!" Jin he says, the body muscle is tight, want to rush up, grasp Zhu Zhuqing in oneself hand.

    But just at this time, Jinhe''s action suddenly stopped. His muscles were tense and he didn''t dare to relax. His face also changed into a frightened expression.

    Because in Jinhe''s instinctive sense, he seems to be targeted by a very huge and terrifying existence, as if there is a huge virtual shadow behind him. As long as he moves a little, he will be in a different place immediately.

    At this time belongs to a soldier who has experienced many battles, the most instinctive intuition, just like the instinct of wild animals! Although Jinhe is rude, it is not incompetent to become the soul of Jinhe.

    In his own perception, the existence of terror is getting closer and closer to him, and every time he gets closer to himself, he will feel more pressure.

    The cold sweat seeped from Jinhe''s forehead. He didn''t know what kind of existence he had provoked. Was this little beauty the forbidden spirit of some master?

    Thinking of this, Jinhe can''t help regretting that his mouth has caused him a lot of trouble. Why don''t he learn a lesson?

    When that being came to his side, Jinhe''s muscles tensed to the maximum, ready to meet the deadly attack.

    But then nothing happened, just a handsome young man who was not like a man in the world walked easily from his side.

    Strange to say, after the boy walked by, the pressure Jinhe felt suddenly disappeared!

    Jinhe looks at Qi Ling in disbelief. Can it be him? But it''s impossible. How old is he? How can he release such terrible momentum?