What? The System Is Fighting For Me Crazy For Binding

Chapter 152 Not Qingli? Doppelganger?

Wang Xuanzhi walked on the corner of the street by himself. He passed one stall after another, but he never found anything good.

This made him sigh, "Is there nothing good in the inner city?"

"It's still been discovered by others, why can't I find it myself?"

There were many people coming and going, and they all kept looking at the small stall.

Wang Xuanzhi was alone, walking down this street corner alone.

It seems to be out of tune with this world.

Hey, you don't understand the Realm of the strong.

Wang Xuanzhi suddenly glanced at a deserted stall, and something caught his attention.

Although the treasure did not emit any light.

And it's broken a lot.

But Wang Xuanzhi's Supreme Double Pupils directly sees the origin of this.

A wooden hairpin.

Although a lot of dilapidated, but you can faintly see the purple gold mixed with it.

And this actually resonated a little with his physique.

He couldn't help but stepped forward and looked straight at the strange wooden hairpin.

Asked, "Is this a barter or a direct purchase."

The owner of the stall is a middle-aged man.

I don't know if he is stereotyped like this, or if he is so old.

When they reach their Realm, their appearance and age, unless it is too late to advance, can be fixed at their youthful appearance.

The middle-aged man glanced up at his sleepy eyelids, not at all pleased that Wang Xuanzhi wanted to buy what he had on the stall.

Without raising his head, he replied coldly, "I only need things related to me, and you can take all the things on this stall."

"But I need something that prolongs life, and there is no thing to prolong life."

"The thing that prolongs life?"

It's true that Wang Xuanzhi couldn't come up with it, but he looked at the wooden hairpin with a slight change.

He always felt that this wooden hairpin was a little different.

Especially things that resonate with one's own physique are definitely not ordinary.

His physique is the strongest among the four clans, and there is a faint purple-gold phoenix pattern on the wooden hairpin, which is not ordinary at first glance.

"Hey, there is!"

Wang Xuanzhi sank into the broken Hongmeng Minor World.

This 10,000-year-old fairy peach tree has grown branches and branches.

He scratched a little from above and took out five drops of wood juice.

This 10,000-year-old peach tree has the effect of prolonging life.

Then this ancient tree must also have the effect of prolonging life, but I don't know how much it prolongs life.

The ancient tree of ten thousand years: "You two arms!"

"It's okay to cut me off!"

The mysterious man with a chaotic face and his entire clothes under a black robe came to Wang Xuanzhi's side.

His eyes obviously fell on the wooden hairpin.

He opened his mouth and asked, "Is one drop of the blood of an ancient undead tree enough?"

This Wang Xuanzhi raised his eyebrows, why is there another one now.

It was obvious that there was no one just now, and now there is one. Do you think this is a coincidence?

He turned his gaze to the black-robed man, and Supreme Double Pupils radiated a peculiar light in his eyes.

He directly saw the face of the man under the black robe.

When he saw it clearly, his face suddenly froze.

He couldn't help but asked curiously, "Senior sister, what are you doing?"

That's right, the person under this black robe is Qingli.

And it's exactly the same, without any difference.

The black-robed man's voice was indistinguishable from men and women. He glanced at Wang Xuanzhi and said nothing.

As for the senior sister just now, Quan should be bullshitting.

The middle-aged man was excited when he heard the Blood Essence of the undead tree.

Immediately changed the sluggish look before, and quickly nodded.

The young man said it was serious, "Enough, enough, completely enough."

"You only have these things when you are small, you can take whatever you want."

The black-robed man nodded.

A crystal clear wood juice popped out of his fingertips.

This is the branch of the ancient tree of immortality. Just a drop can prolong life for a hundred years.

He rolled up the wooden hairpin with his big hands, ignoring Wang Xuan.

Just leave.

This makes Wang Xuanzhi a little confused. He is obviously Qingli, why doesn't he recognize himself?

He followed quickly.

Chatting after him, "Senior sister, I recognize you, why do you pretend to be like this."

The man in black robe seemed a little impatient.

The figure suddenly disappeared in place.

Wang Xuanzhi was excited, "Hey, pretend you don't know each other, right?"

"Watch me take off your robe!"

His figure suddenly disappeared in place, keeping up with where the black-robed man went.

The two of them kept chasing in space.

The man in black robe seemed to be more and more impatient, and his voice was a little cold, "Why are you following me?"

"You recognized the wrong person, I am not the senior sister you said."

Wang Xuanzhi still insisted.

I thought to myself, "Hey, little girl, you're still working hard."

"Still pretending to me!"

He couldn't help but say that the power of a human emperor surged on his body, and his figure suddenly disappeared in place.

The light of the gods and demons floated in his hand, and two powerful auras appeared on his body, grabbing straight at the mask.

Seeing Wang Xuanzhi being so rude, the man in black robe had a solemn expression on his face.

Wang Xuanzhi this strike is already on par with her.

Her voice was cold, "You don't know what's wrong!"

After he finished speaking, the endless momentum on his body floated in panic.

The strong humanitarian trend has not lost Wang Xuanzhi at this moment.

Big palm to big palm, the two hit each other in this void.

Wang Xuanzhi took a step towards retreated.

And the man in black robe flew straight upside down.

This light of gods and demons, coupled with the general trend of humanity, is so domineering, how can he resist it.

Fortunately, Wang Xuanzhi didn't make a real move, otherwise there would be a big incident.

Wang Xuanzhi's figure suddenly disappeared in place.

With a sly smile on his face, he grabbed the mask and grabbed it down.

Under this mask, Qingli's face was also exposed.

This face seems to be somewhat different from the Qingli in Wang Xuanzhi's memory.

And even more startled Deva.

What a face that is!

Without modification, it is like a sculpture from heaven!

It is comparable to the four women who do not wear a veil, and even a little more beautiful and unique.

The woman was angry, with endless killing intent in her eyes.

The general trend of humanity on his body is even more terrifying.

Behind her, an ancient existence seemed to appear, floating in this void.

The imposing manner of this ancient existence is slightly weaker than that of the human phoenix.

But the terrifying humanitarian trend is comparable to that of the Emperor.

Now it was Wang Xuanzhi's turn to be a little embarrassed. It seemed that the woman in front of him was not Qingli.

But it was so similar, which made him a little curious.

He smirked and apologized quickly.

"I'm sorry, this girl just recognized the wrong person."

Looking at the woman who was about to get angry, he immediately disappeared and brought him where he was without saying a word.

Run without a trace, that is called a fast.

And this woman looked at Wang Xuanzhi who ran away without a trace, took back her aura and continued to put on the mask.

As if nothing had happened, he walked out of the space and murmured softly, "Could it be that the clone did not succeed?"