"Giggle............ Little brother, you are so interesting, the more you look at it, the more you like it!"

A pair of sheared autumn eyes, blinking gently, the palace is peachy, blooming like flowers, Ming Ji suppressed the suspicion in her heart, but when she heard the words, she answered the question, as if she had heard some funny joke, the flowers and branches trembled, and there was a burst of laughter like silver bells, as if moaning and panting.

Breaking the sorrow, Gu Jing Wubo, glanced at her indifferently, and said lightly: "I don't care who you are, don't mess around with me, either get out or die!"

Ming Ji's charming and beautiful face froze, and a trace of evil air flashed in the depths of her eyes, and then the frost thawed, and she made a little daughter posture, and said coquettishly: "Why is the little brother so ruthless, the slave family just came, can you bear to drive the slave family away?"

As he spoke, a fragrant and charming peach blossom obstacle spread in all directions, as if with spirituality, silently from the left and right, wisps of nibbling closer, like a huge mouth of a fierce beast, about to swallow his entire confinement.

Broken frowning slightly, he didn't speak, his body shook, his sword body roared, and the blood veins in his body boiled like pulp, like a volcano that had been silent for many years.

"........."

Suddenly, from the fire, the phoenix roared in the sky, a noble and majestic heavenly phoenix manifested out, the feathers were like rainbows, the wingspan shook the sky, with the sorrow as the center, an orange flame like gold, sweeping the sky in all directions.

For a while, the clouds dissipated, and the sky was blue and clear.

Raising his hand and holding it weakly, a Ding Huogang sword with dark red flames appeared and extended in his palm, burning the void.

Breaking sorrow and dyeing from the fire, his breath was crazy and tyrannical, like a flame demon god, terrifying, he pointed at Ji with his sword, and said indifferently: "Smart people know what to do and what not to do, you'd better not challenge my patience, give you one last chance, either get out or die!"

Mingji's heart was shaken, and she looked at the sorrow, with a faint hint of jealousy in her eyes.

The strength of the other party is far beyond her expectations, from the beginning to the present, it is clear that she has always taken the lead, but even if the means are all out, she still can't hurt the other party.

This feeling of being inexplicably suppressed made Mingji's heart feel powerless, and it seemed that as long as she stood there and looked at her indifferently, it was enough to make her heart tremble and unable to restrain herself.

Knowing that his charm and the thousand desires of the peach blossom could not help each other, Ming Ji also put away his thoughts, but he still habitually showed weakness to the enemy, Zhen lightly, Chu Chu said pitifully:

"Little brother, the slave family is a disciple of the Hehuan faction, and he is also the supervisor of this immortal Yuan Festival, just because he happened to be patrolling nearby, and was attracted by the formation battle here, so he hurried over. ”

In a few words, she covered up the murderous intent of the sneak attack just now, Ming Ji had tears in her eyes and looked aggrieved, just like a little daughter-in-law who was angry.

The words fell, as if in order to prove that what he said was true, Ming Ji turned over and took out a token, and handed it to the face of the broken sorrow with a look of pity and resentment.

Jian raised his eyebrows, his face was expressionless, and he reached out to take the token down.

Eyes scanning, the token is ancient green, the middle of the upper circle and the lower tip are long, the corners are empty, there is no pattern embellishment, the front seal is clearly clear, the seal is supervised, Ming Ji, and the reverse side of the seal is engraved with the word Acacia.

The spiritual power urges, the token buzzes, and the forbidden formation engraved inside is connected and floating, reflecting the light.

There is no doubt that the token cannot be faked, this Ming Ji is indeed the supervisor of this Immortal Yuan Festival, however, in the barren mountains and mountains, she is a real person who is in the late stage of the Returning Origin Realm, and she is not in the ancient elephant city, but she came to such a far place, supervising and inspecting, if you want to say that there is no problem in it, I am afraid that no one will believe it.

Broken sorrow sneered in his heart, didn't break it, dispersed his spiritual power, threw the token back with a shake of his hand, and said indifferently: "Okay, you can get out." ”

Ming Jixiu frowned slightly, and when she heard the words, she bit her silver teeth secretly, and she was angry.

In less than two hundred years, she condensed the true infant and stepped into the true realm of returning to the source, and three hundred years later, she entered the late stage of consummation, this kind of cultivation, not to mention the world-shattering, but even if it is placed in the holy land of the Immortal Gate, it is rare.

It can be said that whether it is cultivation strength or appearance, she is the top in the world, peerless, no one dares to talk to herself so wantonly, I can't imagine today, but she has been despised and humiliated again and again.

At this time, Ming Ji couldn't wait to break the sorrow on the other side and break the corpse, but now, she was jealous and afraid of the other party's strength, but she had to grit her teeth and endure herself.

Cultivating to this point, it stands to reason that she has long been moody and angry, and she is easy to not make waves, and she has not encountered enemies in a more dangerous situation, but she has never been so angry as she is now.

This also surprised her.

"Little brother, a few Taoist friends from the Ancient Sword Sect, can you look at the thin side of the slave family, let them go, and let the slave family bring them back, otherwise, the slave family will not be able to explain when they go back. ”

Ming Ji suppressed the anger in her heart and was surprised, her posture was swaying, her style was full of charms, a pair of autumn eyes like shearing, she looked forward to her life, her words were delicate, and she said pitifully.

If it is true, people see their pity, and a hundred flowers are destroyed. Such a scene, even if it is a hundred steels, can be turned into a finger twist in an instant.

"Hmph, Mingji, don't say it so nicely, explain, who are you going to confess to? If we arrive in the Ancient Elephant City alive, you won't be able to explain!"

At this moment, the old man who had recovered a little in the distance walked over with Wang Wenshan and Li Qiuling, and said with a sneer.

Ming Ji didn't get angry when she heard this, she saluted the person who came, and said coquettishly:

"I have heard that the Thousand Scale Sword Sect's Thousand Scale Sword Ji Changfeng is extremely talented, over seventy years old, Gu Xi entered the Tao, and has only been cultivating for one hundred and thirty years, but he can change his life against the sky and step into the true realm of returning to the source. ”

Hearing this, Ji Changfeng knew that the other party was deliberately lifting himself, and he talked about him left and right, but he still couldn't help but show a hint of complacency.

Bottom, Lin Xiaoyuan pursed her lips disdainfully, and muttered: "Cut, what kind of genius, is it as powerful as my master? ”

Lin Xiaoyuan thought that the distance was far away, and no one could hear it, but she didn't know that everyone in the field was not weak in cultivation, and they were all profound, this undisguised muttering, but it was clearly transmitted to everyone's ears with the breeze, and their expressions were different for a while, and they were extremely embarrassed.

The sorrow was so indifferent that he ignored everyone and was overwhelmed.

(End of chapter)

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