After receiving the jade pendant, Xia Qiu checked it before nodding and putting it in satisfaction.

"Fellow Daoist, it's best to deal with your business as soon as possible.

It seems that it is not suitable to stay here for a long time."

Xia Qiu looked up at Yuan Yu.

"What Brother Xia said is very much. If you wait for a while, at most a cup of tea, I will finish it."

Yuan Yu turned around and headed straight for the altar.

Xia Qiu just stood in the distance, crossing his arms at her.

Yuan Yu walked to one side of the altar, took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and crossed her arms in front of her chest, and her face seemed to be full of holiness.

After a while, Yuan Yu raised his hand, pinched the weird spell, and said something.

Using Xia Qiu's current cultivation level, although the distance is very far, he can clearly hear every syllable in the other person's mouth.

But Xia Qiu was very surprised that none of these syllables could be understood, and no one could understand them strangely.

After about ten breaths, Yuan Yu opened his eyes.

The finger flicked, and the white beam flashed from the fingertips, like rain sprinkled above the altar.

The next moment, Xia Qiu's expression moved slightly and saw the seemingly hard bluestone altar. When the white beam fell, it rippled like water, and ripples were everywhere.

Xia Qiu looked at the bluestone as if it was a pool of water, but I wondered if it was an illusion, the bluestone looked like water and stone.

When Yuan Yu saw this water, joy burst out in his eyes.

She raised her hand and slowly took off the black gauze covering her face.

Next, she turned back to Xiaqiu, stretched out her slender hand, scooped up the clear holy water in the pond, and began to wash her face... Seeing this scene, Xiaqiu in the distance couldn't help but be stunned. Yuan Yu paid a huge price to plan for such a long time... Was he washed his face with holy water?

!Even if the holy water that falls leaves return to its roots has a beauty effect… “Maybe it…this holy water has the effect of regulating the body?”

Xia Qiu's heart moved and thought of this possibility, but soon he shook his head and denied his thoughts.

Even so, it shouldn't be applied to the face, it's too wasteful.

Although Xia Qiu promised not to peep, he was really curious. He quietly urged mana to slowly inject some mana into his pupils.

He squinted his eyes and looked at the bluestone. Through the reflection of the water surface of the altar, he could clearly see Yuan Yu's face.

"What!"

The next moment, Xia Qiu exclaimed in surprise and subconsciously retreated.

"Brother Xia, have you... seen it?"

Yuan Yu did not move, but her body was trembling, her back was facing Xia Qiu, and she made a vague sound.

"Fellow Daoist Yuan, your face..." Xia Qiu took a deep breath.

Yuan Yu usually wears a veil to show her, but her eyebrows and eyes are very clear and charming.

At first, Xia Qiu felt that she would not be ugly if she wasn't a beauty... but under her face, she had no flesh and blood.

Full of bones.

Through the bones, you can see the snow-white teeth and bright red tongue inside... This is really scary and weird.

The reason why Xia Qiu lost control at this time was precisely because the contrast between the impression she gave him was so big.

"Brother Xia, we monks should not be too concerned about appearance.

But I'm a little persistent."

Yuan Yu quickly calmed down, sighed, picked up the holy water and applied it to her face again.

Xia Qiu did not immediately withdraw his gaze. He stared at the pool and looked at Yuan Yu's face in a daze through the reflection of the water.

Soon, another scene that surprised Xia Qiu appeared.

The white bones on Yuan Yu's face began to emit a crystal-like light, and then small granulations grew on the white bones, which were densely packed and quickly covered the exposed white bones.

Yuan Yu frowned and couldn't help but let out painful sobs. It seemed that the pain she endured was unimaginable to ordinary people.

Under the action of holy water, countless granulations spread all over the bones grow rapidly, and they are as dense as aquatic plants and slowly sway.

Countless granulations merge together to form a layer of skin.

I don’t know how long the flesh on Yuan Yu’s face disappeared.

But as the altar holy water was consumed, her face appeared with pink cheeks, a small nose, red lips and a slightly upturned chin.

Xia Qiu's eyes moved.

After half a cup of tea, Xia Qiu saw her face become beautiful through the reflection of the pond.

"Brother Xia, my original appearance scared you, I'm really sorry."

Yuan Yu turned around and greeted Xia Qiu.

"It was Xia who took the liberty. I hope Fellow Yuan forgives me, but what happened to you before?"

Xia Qiu smiled awkwardly and asked with great interest.

"Hmph! This is a bitch that hurts me. Yuan Yu must settle the score with her!"

Yuan Yu seemed to have been exposed, his eyebrows were raised and his eyes were full of murderous intent.

Bitch?

It might be a woman... Xia Qiu touched his nose, and a strange thought suddenly popped up in his heart.

"But Xia is still confused. If you are a mortal, you will naturally not be able to have white bones or flesh. But as a cultivator, there are too many ways."

"Why did Fellow Daoist spend so much time stealing holy water from the holy land you organized?"

Xia Qiu's expression moved slightly, and he coughed slightly and asked.

"Brother Xia doesn't know that the poison that hurts me is very vicious, and he is very powerful in martial arts. I was not her opponent at that time. This person used some special methods to kill me, just like you just saw.

Normal methods cannot restore my appearance."

Yuan Yu gritted her teeth with resentment.

"Martial Arts?"

Xia Qiu's heart beat violently.

He heard a very subtle word.

He heard it very clearly.

What Yuan Yu woman said was not cultivation and field, not martial arts, not spells, but... martial arts! "Brother Xia, don't you think that the super gods in this world are not only monks?"

Captured the look on Xia Qiu's face.

Yuan Yu calmed down and said sweetly.

"Fellow Daoist Yuan is not trying to tell Xia that there are martial arts masters in the world who can fight against monks..." Xia Qiu stared at Yuan Yu with a strange look.

"Martial Arts Master?

What does that mean?

That bitch is also considered a martial arts master.

In fact, people like them should be called martial artists.

Brother Xia is interested, I can simply tell you."

"According to different fields, martial arts also have a level division, corresponding to the Qi cultivation stage, Foundation Establishment stage, Golden Elixir stage, etc.."

"At the same level, the combat power of these people is even far greater than that of monks."

Yuan Yu raised her bare hands, put on a black veil again, and said casually.

When Yuan Yu said that, Xia Qiu suddenly thought of the light skills that Yang Xue taught him.

That spell... no, it should be said that it is a martial art, and to some extent, it has surpassed the spells of the same level.

If there is so-called martial arts, then Xia Qiu can conclude that light skills are the kind of secret techniques in martial arts! "Since fellow Taoist said this, I definitely wouldn't think it's fake.

I didn't expect that there was such an organization in this world.

Fellow Daoist, as a monk and various powers, can you really not defeat the so-called martial arts cultivator?"
Chapter completed!