A biting chill instantly surrounded Yan Jin, and Yan Jin immediately shivered, and immediately retreated, wanting to exit this white mist.

But this white mist seemed to be tracking, and no matter how she retreated, this white mist surrounded her tightly, and she couldn't escape.

Yan Jin endured the biting chill and finally pulled out his shout.

This brick was made by her more than ten years ago, and after the competition, she gave her shout to the master, but the master turned his face and gave it to her again.

Maybe it was because she refused to ask for the magic weapons and magic weapons given by her master, so she made a magic weapon in her hand, and Chen Shang couldn't bear to accept it, so she had to take it and use it first.

She is also lazy, and she has been reluctant to use koi bracelet refining tools, and the magic weapons she makes are not as easy as this shout. Aside from another folding stool that ignores defenses, this one is the most commonly used.

Now, the folding stool obviously can't deal with the hanging white tiger in front of him, but the shouting is different.

The head of the Golden Silkworm Temple couldn't see Yan Jin, and his front was tightly blocked by the two dogs, so he could only summon his spirit beast, the Tianshan White Tiger.

This white tiger was personally subdued by him to the top of the Tianshan Mountains in the extremely cold land. In order to subdue the white tiger, he almost fell from the top of the mountain. But fortunately, after several twists and turns, this white tiger finally became his own spirit beast under his coercion and temptation.

Although it refuses to sign a blood contract, it has also been by his side for more than two hundred years, and one man and one beast have already cultivated a full tacit understanding, as long as his mind moves, the white tiger will know who to attack and how to attack.

And the Tianshan White Tiger did not disappoint him, as soon as the White Tiger came out, Yan Jin was silent.

Wu Ziming listened attentively, there was a faint sound of the corners of his clothes flickering in his ears, he couldn't help but sneer in his heart, knowing that Yan Jin was trapped, he immediately shifted his target, preparing to capture the tricky iron-eating beast in front of him.

I don't know what the origin of this iron-eating beast is, it's obviously only a medium-grade six-star level, but it's infinitely powerful. Wu Ziming said in his heart, his physical body already has a divine power realm, and this iron-eating beast can trap him, so he must at least have a divine courage realm.

The strange thing is that this iron-eating beast is not only strong in the physical realm, but even ignores his spiritual power suppression. He seemed to be struggling with both hands and feet, but in fact, every time he moved, there was full spiritual power attached to his fists and feet.

If you change to another spirit beast, you only need to take a punch from him, and you can lose your breath in an instant, but this iron-eating beast is really tough, no matter how he attacks, he can still hold on to himself.

Wu Ziming attacked a few more punches and went out, but he still sank into the sea and did not react.

He was really confused, he didn't know where Yan Jin got the spirit beast, it looked like an iron-eating beast, but it wasn't an iron-eating beast, what was this?

Just as he was puzzled, he suddenly heard a piercing wail in his ears, saying that it was a wail, but it was more like a shout. The voice was not far away, and it even shook him a little.

He had a bad instinct, and he always felt as if he had heard it somewhere.

But before he could remember, he caught a glimpse of a figure floating in, and a voice said, "Hey, you are a good white tiger, can you sell it to me?"

Wu Ziming trembled, and cried out in a lost voice: "How is it possible? You can escape his extreme cold realm?"

Yan Jin touched his cold arm: "It turns out that that move is called the Extreme Cold Realm? This name is quite windy, and that move is really powerful, I still feel cold." ”

Wu Ziming's eyes were about to split: "What happened to Qingxiao?"

Yan Jin stopped in mid-air and scratched his head in confusion: "Qing Xiao? That thing is white all over its body, where is there a little cyan, it should be called Bai Xiao, right?"

Ergou glanced at the owner helplessly: "Hmm!"

Yan Jin understood, and it said, "You say the point!"

Yan Jin: "Ah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Let's get back to the point, that tiger of yours doesn't seem to be a blood contract, I really want it, can you sell it?"

Wu Ziming laughed angrily: "Sell, you iron-eating beast, do you sell it? As a cultivator, you don't even know ......."

Yan Jin interrupted him: "I know that the blood pact spirit pet can't be sold, but it's not the blood pact spirit pet, it seems that it can be transferred, right?

Wu Ziming choked, sneered and said, "Don't sell it!"

Yan Jin nodded: "Okay, if I don't sell it, then I will have to kill." ”

Wu Ziming was stunned: "Stop!"

Yan Jin didn't care so much, took out the folding stool, threw it around, felt that it was not safe enough, and took out a sword again.

The sword was covered with a faint blue luster, and at first glance it was a heaven-grade magic weapon.

"Ah, no, your white tiger should be an ice attribute, and this one of mine is also an ice attribute, I'm afraid I can't kill it." ”

Yan Jin said, digging and digging, and took out a red tassel gun with red flames all over his body.

"This is good, a fire attribute attack, with a burning effect, burning 5% of the blood volume per second for five seconds. Yan Jin muttered, raised his sword and ran away.

Seeing Yan Jin disappear from his sight again, Wu Ziming was about to collapse.

That was his Tianshan White Tiger, how could she be killed by her like this! If she really dared to do it, he would definitely not be able to spare her!

"You demon girl, if you dare to hurt me Qingxiao half a hair, my golden silkworm view is determined to be in your return to the Yuan Sect and not share the sky!"

Yan Jin swished and turned back with his sword.

Wu Ziming was still scared of her, snorted coldly and was about to speak, but as soon as Yan Jin opened his mouth, he almost vomited blood.

This is the common way to describe the revenge of killing your father, you...... Is it ......?"

Yan Jin knew that this was not the case, and deliberately put on a surprised and curious expression, Wu Ziming was so angry that he almost felt aggrieved.

"You!"

Yan Jin patted his chest: "Don't worry, I won't say it." But is it male or female? The male is you......"

Wu Ziming bit the tip of his tongue, spit out a mouthful of blood in his heart, forcibly went out of his body, shouted, shook the two dogs with his spiritual body, and went straight to Yan Jin.

This demon girl deceives people too much!

Yan Jin was not in a hurry, did not raise his head, and reached out to grab Wu Ziming's body directly.

Wu Ziming ignored it, and without hesitation, he struck it with all his strength, and went straight to Yan Jin Tianlinggai.

As if he hadn't heard it, Yan Jin's hand had already grabbed the neck of Wu Ziming's body, and with a slight tug, he pulled the body out of Ergou's arms.

Wu Ziming sneered, and said in his heart that a physical body could do anything to him, as long as this demon girl was slapped by himself, even if she didn't die, she would have half her life.

Who knew that his attack had just arrived in front of the demon girl Tianling Gai, and suddenly there was a suction force from nowhere, Wu Ziming only felt that most of his spiritual power of the Yuan Shen was sucked by this suction, and he felt a palpitation in his heart, and then turned his head to look, Fang Cai's side of the iron-eating beast, I don't know when there was an extra dog.