The tense strings in Jinhuang's heart suddenly loosened, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a happy smile.

Heaven will not die of her! It's Fu Li! He's back!

The next moment, when she opened her eyes, she saw a light blue figure sweeping from the heavy green. His body seemed to have a light golden glow circulating, like a god outside the sky, and the green in his eyes could not take away his elegance, and all of them made a foil for him.

An inexplicable sourness permeated from his heart, and Jinhuang only felt a sour tip of his nose, and a mist slowly rose in his eyes.

Fu Li's speed was extremely fast, like lightning, and in the blink of an eye, he had swept in front of Jinhuang, his left hand wrapped around her waist and protected her behind him, and his right hand was thunderous and opposite to the Nanshu palm wind that attacked Jinhuang's vest.

In an instant, there was a loud "bang", and the chilling murderous aura unscrupulously opened, and the ripples formed by a layer of spiritual energy vibration in the air could be seen with the naked eye, spreading and stirring in the woods in all directions. The surrounding trees, a little weak, directly broke and collapsed, and they were thick enough that a deep aura knife mark was almost halfway embedded in the trunk.

Jinhuang hid behind Fu Li, and although there was a magic wall he had laid down to block the powerful aura waves, the storm flow caused by the impact of the aura roared and swept away, blowing so that she could barely open her eyes.

She barely stretched out a slit in her eyes, and through the heavy leaf debris that had been crushed by the air waves, she saw Nan Shu's figure sliding back a few feet at once. And the light blue back in front of her stood still, like a calm mountain, blocking all the storms for her.

Jin Huang felt as if his chest was stuffed with a ball of soft cotton, and his eyes were unconsciously soft.

"You...... Is it Fu Li?" Nan Shu asked, cutting off the wisps of love that had just emerged.

Jinhuang was stunned suddenly, came back to his senses, and his eyes were cold. She actually gave birth to such undeserved emotions again, and she couldn't help but curse herself in her heart, isn't the lesson of the previous two lives painful enough?

She pinched her palm hard, stabbing herself with sharp pain.

Sure enough, the charming love thread retreated, and the brain instantly cleared.

Nan Shu's words are a question. But the tone is very determined. He seemed to have a wound in his chest, and coughed twice with a low cough, but no blood was oozing.

"Yes, this seat is a rune. Fu Li replied.

"Okay!" the corners of Nanshu's mouth curled. With a sneer, the purple robe shook. Originally, where he was standing, in the blink of an eye, there was only a trace of black and purple demonic energy, like smoke, and there was still his shadow.

See him leave. Fu Li turned around, and when his eyes fell on Jinhuang's tattered clothes and the scars that could not be concealed under his clothes, his eyes suddenly seemed to be buried deep in the seabed of the Polar River Ice Rock, gloomy and cold, so that Jinhuang couldn't help but feel a little cold from the soles of his feet.

What was he thinking? Jinhuang's eyes were deep, his eyelashes moved, and when he opened them again, his eyes were clear and frightened, and at the same time, his thin and thin body took two steps back in fear, completely frightened.

Fu Li saw her like this. Hurriedly wiped away the chill in his eyes, looked distressed and blamed himself, and called in a low voice: "Xiaojin, it's for the teacher......"

Jinhuang looked at him with wide eyes, and his dark pupils were full of strangeness and vigilance. Hearing this, her curled eyelashes blinked, and there seemed to be ripples in her eyes, and her head tilted to the left, as if to recognize.

Fu Li's heart was sour, and she suddenly felt a little distressed. He never thought about it. His little apprentice would one day look at him like a stranger. Obviously, I used to like to lie on his lap the most, with my big eyes open, I was delicate and soft with him, and I called him respectfully.

In the final analysis, it is still his failure to fulfill his responsibilities as a teacher. It disappeared for nearly five years for no reason. In the past five years, she has been alone in Yushu Peak, without anyone by her side, how difficult it must be.

His gaze slid inch by inch over her barely intact skin, and his heart became more and more distressed, and he called again: "Xiaojin." I'm a master......" His voice was low and soft, as if he was afraid of startling her.

Jinhuang looked at him for a long time, and finally seemed to recognize him. The mist in his eyes quickly filled his sockets, and he slid down a string of tears with a pitiful and aggrieved look, pounced on him, hugged his thighs tightly, buried his head in his waist and abdomen, and a muffled cry came out immediately, "Master......"

Fu Li was both distressed and pitiful, and hugged her back, and the tentacles were full of congealed blood and claw wounds. He quickly crossed a trace of coldness in his eyes, and it was fleeting, his subordinates paused, deliberately lightened his strength and patted her shoulder, and comforted her again and again: "If you don't cry or cry, it's all your teacher's fault." It was too late for the teacher to come, so Xiaojin suffered so much. ”

Jinhuang's head was buried more and more in his robe, and his cry was a little louder than before, and the strength of holding his thighs tightened again.

Fu Li knew that she was wronged, and there was no impatience in her heart, she gently put her hand on her back, and a stream of aura in her palm burst out and drilled into her body. His heart ached again, and he was just about to inject spiritual energy to guide her pranayama, when suddenly, countless waves of spiritual energy came from the front of him, coming towards them.

With the flip of his fingers, a high-level defensive robe had fallen on Jinhuang's body, covering her entirely. He was afraid that the defensive ability of the vestment was not enough, so he added another layer of defensive enchantment to the vestment.

"Xiaojin, to the back of the teacher. He patted Jinhuang lightly on the back and said softly.

Jinhuang raised his head, his eyes red like two rabbit eye fruits. His wet eyelashes trembled, and he looked at him in bewilderment, and when he saw him looking ahead, he also turned his head, and saw a group of people sweeping from the other end of the woods like churning dark clouds.

Her eyes flashed, she was a member of the Righteous Path Alliance. Then he blinked, turned his head and wiped the tears from his face, nodded obediently, and hid behind him, only poking out a little corner of his clothes.

In the blink of an eye, the group had swept in front of them.

The Jinhuang probe quietly swept and found that everyone in the cultivation realm who was a little famous had come. The leader is the head of the Canglang faction, the first of the three peaks of Qionghua Peak, Danshu Peak, and Haokun Peak, and the left and right are the heads of Jindanmen, Danfu Sect, Kunlun Sect, Biyin Cave and other sects, the real people in the faction, and some disciples with outstanding abilities.

All the wind and dust, gray faces. The head and the real person are relatively better, the hair is slightly messy, and the robes are covered with stars, blood and dust. The disciples below were much embarrassed, their robes were torn, the wounds on their bodies were of different lengths, and some even had blood oozing from the corners of their mouths. The cloak was scattered, his face was blue and purple, and he looked extremely embarrassed.

Everyone was stunned when they saw Fu Li, and then reacted quickly, or nodded or leaned over to salute, "I've seen Shangxian (Uncle Shi)." ”

Although Fu Li looks extremely young, handsome and extraordinary, like an immortal, but his status is extremely respectful, and everyone has to call him "Shangxian" when they see him.

He took a step forward and motioned for the crowd to excuse themselves. His complexion is soft and his voice is very elegant, but the indifference between his eyebrows and the natural breath of dust around him always give people a sense of unattainable alienation and coldness floating above the nine heavens. (To be continued.) )