The little prince was snorted, a little annoyed.

He is the little prince of the distant country, a disciple of the poison saint, and even the poison saint has never been so presumptuous to him.

The female ghost cultivator in front of her is unfathomable, and she seems to be very powerful.

But if you retreat, you won't be able to complete Master's task, and when you return to Tuyuan Country, you will definitely be punished.

In a dilemma, the little prince gritted his teeth.

"The old-timers, you can retreat in the next, but you are here to find Chu Beiting, I wonder if the old-timers can hand over Chu Beiting? Xiao Wang was grateful. ”

Forget about Xin Lin, anyway, a spirit master with all five veins will not be able to become a big climate.

As long as Chu Beitan is killed, this trip to Longteng Country can be regarded as a success.

"What if I don't pay it?"

Xin Lin sneered.

The little prince is really not dead in the heart of the Yellow River.

"Then there is only offense."

The little prince shouted violently, his body changed, and he swept towards Xin Lin.

The fist swept out, and the fist shadow was as fast as a flash, and it reached the vital point of Xin Lin's throat in an instant.

Xin Lin was prepared, and with a flick of her fingers, a thumb-thick snake coiled between her hands shot out, and the snake was like a sharp arrow, breaking through the air.

The little prince was forced to take a few steps back, and the snake collided with the fist wind, the fist wind collapsed and dispersed, and the snake also turned into a black mist.

But at this moment, a beast roar came.

In mid-air, a leopard jumped out.

The leopard came suddenly, making people unguardable, Xin Lin only cared about dealing with the prince under the picture earlier, but he didn't notice this beast.

The leopard pounced towards Xin Lin, and slapped it with one palm, wanting to seriously injure Xin Lin.

Martial Soul!

Xin Lin's eyelids jumped, but he didn't expect that the little prince Tu had also cultivated a martial soul.

That martial soul is the golden leopard of the Xuanling Beast, which is famous for its body style.

The leopard's body was in shape for a moment, and his body was amazing, and the martial artists under the blood realm had no chance to dodge at all, not to mention, Xin Lin was only a spirit master, and he was already at a loss in terms of body skills.

Seeing that there was no way to retreat, it was at this time that Xin Lin was on his waist.

The black corpse Jiao, which was half-squinted and looked very comfortable, had deep blue eyes.

But when I saw it, I whimpered and opened its mouth.

A small Jiao, when it opened its mouth, hissed.

The golden leopard the size of a calf was stagnant, as if it had encountered something terrifying.

It killed one by one and retreated behind the little prince.

"You! Brute, don't go up yet! ”

The golden leopard chasing the wind refused to move, hiding behind the little prince.

The little prince was also dumbfounded.

He originally wanted to use his martial soul to fight to the death, but who knew that his martial soul was directly frightened away by the other party's corpse.

This corpse must be very powerful.

Even the corpse Jiao under her command is so powerful, then the strength of this female ghost cultivator is beyond doubt.

Earlier, there was a trace of doubt about the strength of the female ghost cultivator, and it also disappeared.

"Boy, you even showed the last martial soul hole card, what other means, have you used it. Don't force me to bully the small, let my little snake swallow your martial spirit. ”

Xin Lin's face was full of "impatience", but his heart was relieved.

"Don't misunderstand the seniors, the juniors don't mean this, the juniors are just cheap, and the juniors will quit."

Tu Xiao Wang Ye wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, did not dare to linger any longer, and withdrew from the Chu Mansion with the few remaining guards.