Although Feng Xiaoxiao is not a spirit tester, after a brief look, it is estimated that Chu Yan's spiritual power is above level six, and I am afraid that it will easily cause others to covet it.

Many spirit beasts are trained from the first and second levels, and it is generally good to be able to reach the fifth level at most.

Like Feng Lingyue's civet cat, because it was given by the elders of the family, the spiritual power can be reached three levels, which is already very good.

And usually the spiritual power level of the spirit beast is about the same as the master's or lower than the master's, although occasionally there are spirit beasts whose spiritual power is higher than the master's, but it is rare to see one in a million.

According to this inference, it is rumored that Mo Ziye's spiritual power is at least above the sixth-level Xuan Ling, and there is a great possibility that the phantom spirit is even the highest-level immortal spirit that has appeared so far.

Thinking about her previous life, before she was blown to pieces, she also reached the fairy level, and now that she thinks about it, it's still a pity.

Chu Yan traveled thousands of miles a day, but it only took half a day to arrive in Yuzhou, and if it was a large group of people, it would take seven or eight days.

"This is the woods on the outskirts of Yuzhou, and Chu Yan just stayed here." Mo Ziye had already explored the way, "Let's go now, we can get there before dark." ”

"You look familiar with this place." Feng Xiaoxiao saw that Chu Yan ran very skillfully, and couldn't help but ask.

"I used to march through Yuzhou, and later I came here to suppress bandits." Mo Ziye explained, pulling her to leave.

"I'll go myself, let go!" Being pulled by the arm, Feng Xiaoxiao was somewhat unaccustomed to it.

She was accustomed to marching and fighting, and she was always the one who rushed ahead, and she never needed someone else to command her.

"Anyway, you're going to marry me, so what's the awkward thing to do?" Mo Ziye didn't care.

"You ......" Feng Xiaoxiao glared.

"The girl's family is not happy, but she has to hold the hands of the little people with a dead face, tsk, what a sven scum......" Not far away, some sarcastic words came.

Feng Xiaoxiao and Mo Ziye followed the sound and saw a young man in his early twenties, dressed in white, riding on a white horse, with fair skin, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, especially a mouth, which was actually tender and tender, even better than a girl.

"It's beautiful." Feng Xiaoxiao almost blurted out, and then quickly stopped his mouth.

Isn't it bad to praise a boy for being pretty?

But Mo Ziye's face was already dark.

"Where's the pretty?!" Mo Ziye snorted coldly, "Yellow-haired boy, the milk smell has not dried." ”

"It's better than some well-dressed beasts." The man in white was obviously not good at stubble, so he retorted casually.

"Presumptuous!" Mo Ziye glared angrily, "Who are you and why are you meddling?" ”

"Why did the master tell you?" The man in white suddenly beckoned, "Why don't you let my little gold tell you." ”

A thin golden light flashed in the air, Mo Ziye fixed his eyes and saw that a small golden snake had been thrown in front of him, he frowned, the sword in his hand shot quickly, and slashed directly towards the little golden snake.

Unexpectedly, the golden snake suddenly skyrocketed several times and turned into a big python, and its tail rolled around his waist with a flick of its tail.

However, Mo Ziye's face was as usual, and the sword in his hand did not fall, but he looked at the man in white calmly and said, "The first god in the world, Bai Jun?" ”

"Good vision, I actually know the master."

"If you don't let your family's spirit snake let go of me, the sword in my hand is a sharp weapon for blowing hair and breaking hair, do you want it to try?" He said calmly, but the sword qi of the Boundless Sword in his hand had already risen rapidly.

Bai Jun was anxious and shouted: "Xiaojin is dangerous, come back quickly!" ”