Even Yechen moved his steps, as if he was about to step forward.

Only Wind Feather took the lead.

And he stood still.

"Stand there!" Mu Huan just let out a low cry and subconsciously avoided it.

So the big apprentice pounced.

She raised her sleeve and twisted her fingertips, and a fiery red elf with transparent wings flew out of her sleeve, landed on Feng Yu's shoulder, and sat down obediently by his collar.

"This is ......" also directly stunned Feng Yu.

"The flower elf cultivated by the 10,000-year-old phoenix flower is the best at healing, you are impatient, and you are often impulsive and do not care about the consequences. With it, you can suffer less losses. Mu Huan explained.

Like this time, she secretly followed her into the dream, violated the rules, and finally almost died in this dream with the little apprentice, Mu Huan didn't want to see it a second time.

"Master." Feng Yu, who understood it, was immediately moved.

Yechen pursed his lips and looked at it, and his right hand subconsciously clenched the long sword in his hand.

This was given to him by Mo Qinghuan just now.

With the experience of the previous life, he could naturally perceive that the sword he held in his hand was not ordinary.

Presumably, Mo Qinghuan also put a lot of effort into finding it.

But he was angry.

Once the strength returns, as in the previous life, there is no need to be controlled casually, and some of the unwilling hatred that he had worked so hard to suppress in his heart began to emerge one after another, eager and fierce, forcing him to be inexplicably irritable.

"The master is really good to the disciples and senior brothers." He said lukewarmly.

Maybe it was because the voice was not loud, even if the tone was not very good, he didn't scold him again when he heard it this time, but focused on holding the flower elf on his shoulder to the palm of his hand to study.

The flower elf cultivated by the 10,000-year-old phoenix flower, Feng Yu has heard of it for the first time.

However, he could feel how pure the fire spirit power of the flower spirit in his palm was at this time, although it was very weak, he was still very happy.

Because it was given to him by the master!

Unique!

Shizun still cares about him!

"What kind of cultivation is Ah Chen doing now?" Seeing this, Mu Huan didn't care about the big apprentice anymore, but reminded the little apprentice of the old words.

What is the cultivation?

A faint smile appeared on the lips of the little apprentice, as if he was a little bad, and asked faintly: "Master, you might as well guess...... Since the disciple was determined to be a genius early on, in the eyes of the master, what level can the disciple's talent reach? ”

Mu Huan: ???

What kind of problem is this?

"Don't be a hippie smiley. When you ask questions for the teacher, you just need to answer truthfully. She scolded with a cold face.

Seeing this, Feng Yu almost subconsciously added, "Respect the teacher, respect the teacher, respect the teacher, you have learned from the dog's belly?" ”

There was an eerie silence.

For a long time, even the air seemed to be filled with the smell of gunpowder, and Feng Yu's excitement about getting the flower elf seemed to have finally sobered up, raising his eyes, and looking at Yechen in confusion.

At this glance, his face changed suddenly.

I saw Yechen raise his hand, and almost in the blink of an eye, the thin needles condensed by the five-colored spiritual power were overwhelming, and they attacked him like raindrops, urgent and ruthless, and the shot was extremely heavy, as if he didn't intend to give him a chance to avoid it at all.

"Night!" Feng Yu immediately shouted, shocked and angry.

The hand subconsciously grabbed him by the collar and leaned against his flower elf to protect it.

This was given to him by the master, and he can't be injured!

In the flash of light, he only had time to think of this thought, and those thin needles condensed by spiritual power into domineering and fierce needles had already reached him.

Almost subconsciously, he chose to close his eyes.

After waiting for a while, there was nothing unusual around him.

On the contrary, Shizun's faint and deep voice sounded again, "Transformation Realm? ”