Chapter 99: Descending the White Tiger 2
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She was almost.
How can there be a fool and an unlucky person like Qiao Xinglian in this world? Either he was targeted by the wild lion, or he sent it to feed the white tiger himself.
But now is the time to get angry.
As soon as Sijingyue's footsteps stopped, her hands were clasped together and she suddenly pulled outward, and a fan shining with purple light appeared in her hand.
Xinglian recognized this fan, and when he was fighting against the Wild Lion, he had also seen Jingyue use it, so it turned out to be ...... It is also a refining tool.
However, according to her observations, although this bone fan is extremely exquisitely made, its attack power is slightly weak, but its defense is okay, and it is probably a kind of refining tool for self-defense.
The purple light slid like an arc, and the Xuan Spiritual Power around Jing Yue's body immediately skyrocketed, and the white tiger stopped as he approached Xinglian's footsteps, was attracted to attention, and turned to look at her.
Seeing the movements of Her Royal Highness the Princess, the eight men with spirit beasts all moved, and once again cooperated with her actions to re-encircle into an encirclement.
Xing Lian's gaze kept wandering over these people in the palace, if she guessed correctly, these eight people should also be beast masters, and they were helping Jing Yue tame this white tiger. "Xiaobai, is this white tiger very powerful? Why can't so many people deal with it? ”
"An eighth-order spirit beast, the same level as the mad lion, but it looks like this white tiger should have been injured."
"Hurt?" She narrowed her eyes, and suddenly remembered what the Nine Princes Jing said in the courtyard that day.
So, since this white tiger was given to Princess Jingyue by King Jing, the white tiger's injury was also caused by King Jing?
I didn't expect that the genius of Pingling Kingdom to have such a great ability.
Xinglian observed quietly, in Jing Yue's opinion, she was looking for death, and after successfully attracting the attention of the white tiger, she immediately shouted: "Qiao Xinglian, go quickly, it's dangerous here!" ”
But who knows, Xinglian acted as if he hadn't heard it at all, and his eyes turned several times before returning to her.
It seems that King Jing is not in this palace, and according to Si Jingyue's current ability and these eight beast masters, he can't tame this white tiger at all, if she leaves, the talents in this palace are really dangerous.
Xinglian's unresponsiveness made Si Jingyue even more irritable, and he couldn't help but scold angrily: "You stupid!"
She knew that this white tiger was so difficult to submit, so she didn't secretly release it out of the beast cage behind the back of Brother Jiu.
Thinking of this, she shouted, "Listen to me, if you can't surrender it today, you don't have to show mercy to your subordinates, protect Miss Qiao Wu!" ”
The eight beast masters were startled at the same time, and each glanced at each other, their eyes full of puzzlement.
They have been spending several hours with each other for this spirit beast, but they didn't expect Her Royal Highness the princess to give up when she said to give up, if it was an ordinary spirit beast, it would be counted, but this one in front of them was an eighth order...... was seriously injured by King Jing again, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, just say don't want it? Just for the one standing at the door, the prime minister's wastewood?
Before a few people could finish complaining, Jing Yue had already taken the lead, and the bone fan emitted a dazzling purple light, slashing towards the white tiger's skull.
The white tiger has been besieged by several people for several hours, as the king of all beasts, where has he suffered this kind of grievance, after a tiger roar, his body is like a white lightning, and he flew towards the place where the light came.