The fight between the two did not last for long, and even more quickly and clearly than expected.

"You are defeated." The person's indifferent and cold voice exploded in Huang Xuan's ears in vain.

Immediately afterwards, the cold and sharp spirit sword braced his neck mercilessly, and Huang Xuan's body was suddenly tight, and a wry smile appeared on his face. The spiritual energy running in the body also quietly calmed down, as if he had already accepted his fate, and had no intention of continuing to resist.

He couldn't imagine that when the two people who were both in the Golden Core Stage cultivation base competed, he would lose so fast. Although the opponent is a sword repairer who is known for his horror fighting ability, it is not enough to beat him without backhand.

"Concession."

Wen Shu smiled slightly, and took the blade that was resting on the opponent's neck. After a fight, he didn't even have any messy clothes. After condensing the tumbling sword intent, Wen Shu became the handsome and turbid son of the world again. That kind of demeanor is really impressive.

Feeling the distance of the sword's blade, Huang Xuan breathed a sigh of relief. He couldn't help feeling his neck with lingering fear. There was a sharp cut with sword energy, and a warm thick liquid was leaking from the wound. His eyes couldn't help but fell on Wen Shu's sword holding hand.

The hands were slender and white, and the lines were weak. They didn't look like Jian Xiu had them, but rather like a scholar holding a pen and dancing. But who can think of how earth-shattering it is when the spirit sword is held in both hands?

Huang Xuan, who had just fought with him, knew too well how amazingly powerful those slightly weak palms could erupt. Thinking of this, Huang Xuan glanced at Liantai rather unwillingly, his thoughts turned back and forth, and finally all turned into a sigh. He silently bowed his hands to Wen Shu, which meant he had planted.

Although the transformation grass is precious, it must be enjoyed by life. He smelled an unusually dangerous smell of death from Wen Shu.

Huang Xuan had no doubt that if he dared to do it again, that gentleman and gentleman in white clothes would kill him with the spirit sword in his hand at the moment he did it.

Seeing him behave in this way, Wen Shu also smiled and arched his hands, and a Fei stood in front of him and firmly grasped the transformed grass in his hand.

Touching pet's head, Wen Shu saw him looking eagerly at the morphing grass in his hand, and suddenly tilted the corner of his mouth, and stuffed the morphing grass into Miao Anjun's mouth. In my heart, I looked forward to the appearance of his lovely spirit pet.

Probably, it will be cute, right?

And Huang Xuan, who had not had time to leave, saw that the incomparably precious transforming grass was stuffed into the black round mouth that was obviously just a mortal beast, and his eyes almost fell off. When he reacted, his face was trembling, and his heart felt like a twitch.

But no matter how much Huang Xuan feels heartbroken, how to deal with the spirit grass is another person's private matter, and he has no right to intervene. Huang Xuan could only sigh helplessly in his heart of violent violent things, speeding up the speed of leaving, hoping to be out of sight and heartless.

"Without any fluctuations" in his heart, the current dung shovel officer roughly plugged his mouth into the transformation grass. Miao Anyun glanced at Wen Shu with disgust, but there was no waste. Chew the spirit grass and swallow it. The next moment, he barked his teeth at Wen Shu, exposing a few small pointed tiger teeth, and gave a threatening "meow".

Then his little hairy head was hit by the seedlings and was rubbed severely by the man.

Why do you always feel that since becoming a cat, his brain has degenerated into a great ape. Miao Anjun, who wanted to retaliate with a paw, but suddenly realized that he had done something stupid, stopped and tilted his head slightly tangled.

"Let's go." Ruo Youruowu felt his family's spirit spoiled into a ball of yarn from the end of the blood Qi, Wen Shu didn't care too much, and the dark eyes faintly smiled and stuffed it casually. A spirit fruit came to Miao Anyun's mouth.

No matter what his lovely spiritual pet is, it suits him. That being the case, why bother about it.

I didn’t know that my owner was holding the thought of "you are happy" in his heart, and felt that something was stuffed in his mouth. Miao Anjun habitually opened his mouth, bit the Lingguo and swallowed it—since he was picked up by his lover, he has been caught Now he has adapted very well.

Feeling the sweetness exploded in his mouth and the abundance of spiritual power released as the juice escapes, Miao Anjun smashed his mouth, squatted on his owner and continued to struggle with the serious question of whether he had lost IQ.

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The kitten squatted cautiously in a hidden place, looking out from time to time, and the golden cat's eyes were covered with undisguised worry and anxiety.

Besides, Jianxiu in white was fighting with the old man in yellow. Although the white-clothed Jianxiu's whole body is awe-inspiring, he seems to have nothing to do with the yellow-clothed elder. One attack and one defense are all down. Judging from the blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth, it seems that it will not last long.

Compared with Jian Xiu's embarrassment, the yellow-clothed old man always maintained a contemptuous color, looking at Jian Xiu as if looking at an ant. He stood in the air, watching Jian Xiu become more and more embarrassed under the offensive of the magical weapon that looked like an abacus.

auzw.com was standing beside him with a respectful yellow-clothed man, a sneer appeared on his face as he watched Jian Xiu who was struggling to support and his face became paler in the field. Judging by its appearance, it was Huang Xuan who had met not long ago.

Staring at Wen Shu, whose face was like golden paper, Miao Anyun's eyes were full of worries, and she hated her powerlessness at the moment, and she couldn't help at all.

About the time for the incense stick, he and Wen Shu accidentally ran into Huang Xuan and the old man in yellow. Seeing that Huang Xuan's expression was unusually respectful, after a little thought, he realized that the old man was the master in Huang Xuan's mouth, the Yishou Taoist of the Transcendent Stage.

Originally, the Taoist Yisuan only frowned when he saw Wen Shu, and didn't seem to want to embarrass them. But just when Wen Shu was about to withdraw from the Partial Palace, the sudden change suddenly occurred, and the Taoist Yishou suddenly attacked.

"How familiar is my Dao breath? It turns out that it's you little thief! I thought I would find you later, but you would send it to the door by yourself. It's so good, and it saves me a lot of effort!" The Taoist Yi Suan sneered. , The coercion of the **** of transformation gushes from the body without reservation, pouring on Wen Shu.

"The juniors don't know what the seniors said." Wen Shu frowned slightly, and the spiritual power on his body secretly circulated to resist coercion. He quietly made a gesture with the back of his left hand behind him, "If it's for that transformation grass , Senior should know that it is no longer on Junior."

Seeing this, Miao Anyun immediately retracted into a hidden place. Even though he was young, he was actually an ancient beast, and he was able to evade and detect him by virtue of his talent and magical powers.

"Junior, do you really don't know?" Taoist Yisuan gathered the dull look on his face and asked blankly. He faintly scanned Wen Shu's entire body, frowning without a trace. He actually didn't feel the breath of the fairy beast.

"Senior, please make it clear."

"My disciple once said that you raised a mortal beast as a spiritual pet. I think it is very interesting. Why don't you show it to me?" The Taoist Yisuan looked at Wen Shu with a smile, his eyes filled with squinting eyes. It is the color of coldness.

"Forgive me." Hearing this, Wen Shu's eyebrow creases deeper, and his right hand quietly rested on the hilt.

"What? You still want to do something with me?" The Taoist Yisuan sneered, his old voice full of disdain. Secretly, he sealed this space with extreme caution, for fear that what life-saving thing Wen Shu carried on his body would make him fall short.

Facing the aggressive question from the Taoist Yisuan, Wen Shu pursed his lips, but silently stretched out his hand and pulled out the spirit sword on the waist. He naturally perceives the small movements of Taoist Yisuan, but Taoist Yisuan probably couldn't guess, he didn't intend to escape from the beginning.

Wen Shu knows too well that it is impossible for a monk in the Shanghua **** stage to retreat with his little spirit pet. If it is a direct match, on the contrary, there are still some wins.

"Okay, you kid is so arrogant, today I will take action to discipline your master." The Taoist Yisuan seemed to be extremely angry, and he casually called out the magic weapon to blast towards Wen Shu.

When his thoughts returned, seeing that the situation outside was getting more and more precarious, Miao Anyun flicked his tail irritably, arched his back, and groaned uncontrollably from his throat.

How to do! ? What can he do to help him?

Before Miao Anjun thought of a way, Wen Shu couldn't hold it first. His face turned pale, and his body flew out like a heavy knock, inserting the spirit sword into the ground only to stop his retreat. Kneeling on the ground, he frowned, coughed a few times, and spit out a mouthful of blood. Several slender cracks also appeared on the jade pendant on his waist.

The white clothes were stained with blood, embarrassed, but there was no fear in those dark eyes, they were still cold, only the fighting spirit filled. Wen Shu stood up blankly, pulling the spirit sword from the ground indifferently and pointed it at Taoist Yisuan. The sword intent on his body has not diminished, but has grown stronger.

Seeing him expressionless, the Taoist Yisuan felt cold for some reason. Suddenly there was no thought to continue playing, and his expression was severe, and he was about to be killed here.

Wen Shu raised his head and looked at Taoist Yisuan indifferently, his blood-stained face looked a bit like a magical path, and the enchanting peach blossom eyes flashed brightly.

Despair, this is the real despair. Whether you can find a ray of life from this desperate situation depends on this moment.

Deep in the palace

The young man in white clothes who slashed the stone puppet under the sword seemed to sense something and frowned.

Seeing this, the woman in a pink palace dress asked, "Shi Yi? What is wrong, but what's wrong?"

The young man frowned and nodded, and said nonchalantly, "I'm going to leave for a while, I'm going to trouble the fairy", and then turned into a streamer and disappeared before the woman's eyes.

This shit! The woman gritted her teeth immediately, but she had to look coldly at the remaining stone puppets in the stone room. The concubine-colored veil wrapped around the white tender lotus arm was dancing in the wind, intending to vent her anger on the stone puppets.

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