Listening to An Jiu's words, the old shaman was about to be angry, covering his chest, and he didn't come up and stalked on his chest, and he stared at An Jiu with uncomfortable eyes, constantly patting his chest to give himself relief.

If this continues, everyone thinks that sooner or later this old priest will be angry with this little milk baby.

This war of words made Xuanyuan Mingjun, who was once tense, laugh, this little girl is so sharp and cute that it is cute, if this mouth will never work on him.

Qi Xiu looked at An Jiu's serious appearance, and a smile rose at the corner of her mouth, she didn't want to suffer a loss, this mouth is good.

Other people were shocked by An Jiu's kung fu, and the minister and prince, who had already seen An Jiu's kung fu, were also refreshed by An Jiu's mouth.

The corners of each mouth twitched, and I didn't know what kind of expression to face this out, looking at the ministers and kings of other countries, I felt that this old face was a little unbearable.

The old shaman had seen An Jiu's kung fu of grinding his mouth, and he was so angry that he beat his chest vigorously, and he simply kept silent.

Seeing that the priest was not speaking, An Jiu, who was scolding the priest rightly, suddenly felt that it was not interesting.

At the beginning, the shaman was because the old man was plotting against her, and he purely wanted to teach the old shaman a lesson, until the more he got to the back, the smoother and smoother, the more he scolded, the more refreshing he became, and there was a vague tendency to uncontrollably scare the old shaman.

Now that the shaman doesn't speak, she's bored.

He glanced at the shaman with disdain, and then at the incense that was almost burned, and then began to get down to business.

"Old man, then you can see clearly, how did this fairy come out! You took out this holy silver water, and you put this scepter into it, and I didn't recognize it without going through my hands, did I? ”

"Yes!" The old shaman squinted at An Jiu and replied.

"Then you can see clearly with your eyes open, how did this fairy come out!"

After speaking, as soon as An Jiu raised his hand, the white feather moonlight scepter soaked in the holy silver water flew out of the holy silver water and floated in the air as if it had been summoned, and not a drop of holy silver water on the scepter was not contaminated.

Everyone looked at the suspended scepter in shock, but An Jiu naturally put the scepter in his hand and raised his chin slightly and looked at the old priest proudly.

Holding the scepter in his hand, An Jiu's brows furrowed slightly, and a trace of doubt was hidden in his eyes.

This scepter has some temperature, and the more you hold it like this, the hotter it gets!

The old shaman knew that An Jiu had some strength, but he didn't expect An Jiu to be so strong, which the old shaman really didn't expect.

The old shaman squinted, a dangerous glint flashing in his eyes, and he glanced at the little apprentice who was holding the box on the side, and the little apprentice immediately understood what the old shaman meant.

Quietly took out a talisman from his cuff, and recited the spell to urge a little spiritual power to ignite the spell.

A thick layer of fog suddenly rose around the altar, and the altar was covered by the fog, and the fog was also rapidly extending outward, and the scene began to panic a little.

The corners of An Jiu's mouth hooked up an evil smile, just taking advantage of the invisibility of the people around him to solve the old shaman!

Thinking like this, An Jiu probed around with his divine sense, and found that several paper people conjured up by illusion in this fog looked at him with murderous intent.

An Jiu didn't pay attention to it, but shifted her attention to the scepter in her hand, originally she didn't care about this scepter, but this scepter was too arrogant, she didn't care about him, he was getting more and more arrogant, getting hotter and hotter.