When Long Feitian heard what his brother said, he also frowned rarely.

He has lived for thousands of years, but he has only met his brother who has cultivated into a lightning great demon saint, and after becoming a saint, he has been looking for a suitable disciple to cultivate lightning magic for nearly two thousand years.

Now that he finally found a man who was not only suitable for cultivation, but also had a simple and kind nature, and his brother was busy with other things without detailed guidance, the young man himself pondered and became a junior magician.

Now that young man is going wrong in his cultivation for some reason, and his brothers say that they are too late to rescue, which means that everything has to rely on the little guy's own creation.

Long Feitian opened his mouth, but he couldn't say a word that could effectively comfort his brothers, they were all so old that they basically didn't need those scenes without substance.

The Martial Saint sighed, stood up, put his hands behind his back, and walked to the window.

"Young man, nephew, don't let the old man and your master down!"

Ten minutes passed in the unchanging manner of time in the apprehensive environment of the two saints.

"Haha! The old man is not mistaken, the boy did a good job!"

Suddenly, Long Yuntian, who had always been moody, suddenly jumped up, his face was full of ecstasy, and his hands kept patting his thighs.

Long Feitian was still immersed in the concern for his nephew, and Leng Buding was startled by his brother's shouting, but he also heard why his brother was so out of shape, turned his head, and still asked anxiously: "How is the boy?"

"Haha, big brother, this kid has successfully advanced to a mid-level magician, I don't know how it is, in short, there is no danger now!"

Long Yuntian was obviously still excited about the apprentice's successful advancement, and rushed to the eldest brother's side with an arrow step, grabbed the eldest brother's shoulders with both hands, shook it vigorously, and foamed at the mouth as he spoke.

Old Wusheng looked at his younger brother who was almost in a state of madness, shook his head with a smile and said in his heart: "How many years have I not seen my brother like this......"

"I'll go to my father tomorrow, no matter what the clan's conclusion about this matter is, I'll go to this kid to guide him in his cultivation, and don't let him have such a dangerous situation again!"

After a short period of emotional catharsis, Long Yuntian returned to his former seriousness, let go of his hands holding his eldest brother's shoulders, and said in a deep voice.

"Hehe, just brother, let's come back this time for some time, and the old man is also very worried about Ling'er. ”

Long Feitian twisted his short beard in his hand, looked at his brother and smiled.

Niu Qing grinned and walked up to Jing Jun, and said in a muffled voice: "Congratulations brother, you have successfully advanced, that ......"

Everyone was surprised by Niu Qing's half of the sentence, after congratulating, why do you have to swallow and spit out, this and that somehow?

Jing Jun was in a good mood and said with a smile: "Big brother, if you have something to say!"

"Hehe, brother, I just want to know what level of magician you belong to now, brother?"

Niu Qing smiled and said.

Jing Jun didn't expect Niu Qing to ask this question, to be honest, he had always been confused about his magic level at that level, so he was stunned by Niu Qing's question, scratched the back of his head embarrassedly, and said in a low voice: "Well, the little brother hasn't figured it out, and he has to wait for the master to come before he can make a judgment......

"Cut! figure out what you can do, anyway, you haven't reached the Demon Saint!"

Feng Chime doesn't know what's going on recently, and she always wants to ridicule Jing Jun and Niu Qing's achievements, don't look at Jing Jun's thrilling promotion process just now, she was very worried, and now she still doesn't have a word of praise.

Jing Jun was stunned for a moment, looked at the wind chime that deliberately tightened his face, and then thought that Shicai himself seemed to hear the affectionate shout of the wind chime, so that he would not have been quiet in that dangerous unintentional state.

At this moment, the little girl pretended not to know, and he would not intentionally break it, and said softly: "Thank you, Lingling." ”

As soon as the wind chimes were heard, the petite body shook, the cheeks rose red clouds, and he was ashamed, he reached out and pulled the cat Yanran into the tent, and a crisp voice came, "I'm tired, I'm going to rest, good night everyone!"

Niu Qing looked at the wind chimes who fled the scene, smiled strangely at Jing Jun, blocked his mouth with his big hand, and said in a low voice: "Brother, work harder!"

After that, he stretched his waist greatly, and he didn't know if it was true or not, so he yawned, held his waist, and walked to the place where he slept.

Jing Jun shook his head and smiled bitterly, of course he could feel the affection of the wind chime, and he also admired the wind chime, but it seemed that he was not yet an adult......

Nothing was said all night.

The eastern sky was white, Jing Jun opened his eyes on time, his body that had sat cross-legged all night did not feel the slightest, dusted off the water droplets condensed by the mist hanging on his body, the corners of his mouth skimmed slightly, stood up, and after doing a few loose movements without hurry, he came to punch.

Standing up, he saw that Mao Yanran had already come out of the tent, and the talent of the cat people made him not even aware of it.

However, he didn't care.

"Yanran woke up, how did she sleep?"

"Well, it's good, Brother Jing, can you teach me?"

The little girl smiled sweetly and asked.

"Hehe, of course you can, come, follow the eldest brother to do it again!"

Jing Jun readily agreed, and said that he would open his posture.

In the morning light, in the dense forests of southern Xinjiang, one big man and one small person teach carefully and meticulously, and learn with a clear eye.

"Yanran, did your sister teach you?"

After practicing for a while, Jing Jun was surprised to find that Mao Yanran not only learned moves very quickly, but also could grasp the key to one move and one style, so he couldn't help asking.

Mao Yanran stopped, was slightly stunned, blinked her beautiful eyes suspiciously, and said, "No, I just watched you practice before." ”

Jing Jun couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "Genius, how can my assassination fighting technique seem to be tailor-made for this little girl of the cat clan?"

Indeed, the grappling skills in the modern army are basically a move to defeat the enemy's joint skills, pay attention to fast, accurate, ruthless, once seize the opportunity, to make the opponent instantly lose combat effectiveness, but there is a premise that there is a detailed study of the various joints of the human body.

Mao Yanran followed Zheng'er Bajing for less than an hour, and she had roughly mastered the essence of it, which had to impress Jing Jun.

In fact, this is mainly due to the racial conditions of Mao Yanran as a cat clan, the cat people are fast, soft, and relatively petite, but they can better grasp the details of the elements, so the only cat people on the mainland who can compete with the snake clan in the assassin field are the only cat people.

There are many snake assassins, on the one hand, they are also flexible, and they walk quietly, and more importantly, they are good at poison, if the assassin does not have their unique antidote, even if they are not killed on the spot, they will be poisoned to death later.

The cat people, on the other hand, are more based on their own real talents, that is, their learning of assassination kung fu.

After the Assassins of these two races advanced to the high-level Assassins, they had the possibility of defeating even against the top ten powerful warriors of the same rank.

Although Mao Yanran was born to communicate with the power of space, she still belongs to the cat clan in essence, and these natural instincts will not disappear out of thin air.

If you want to say that it is insufficient, you can only barely say that the little girl is young now, and her strength is not great, although she is proficient in moves, but she still has a long way to go if she really wants to put people to death.

Then again, if you really find the cave of the Great Demon Saint of Ape Sorrow and get some cultivation methods about space magic from it, Mao Yanran's achievements in space magic are far greater than becoming an assassin in terms of both strategic sense and personal growth.

At this time, the sky was bright, Niu Qing yawned and walked over, and the wind chimes also came out of the tent with sleepy eyes.

Jing Jun looked at the two, shook his head unconsciously, and said, "Let's not delay time, let's eat something and hurry, I don't know when the blood clan will come to seek revenge." ”

The wind chimes rubbed his eyes, looked up at the sky obscured by the branches and leaves, and said vaguely: "Sure enough, there is no sunlight." ”

Jing Jun was stunned, it was true, although it was morning at this moment, the trees in southern Xinjiang were thick and leafy, and the dense forests were still relatively dim, if the blood clan could not act in the sun, obviously this dimness just did their good cover, and they couldn't help but sink in their hearts.

The four of them saw that they had come to this heavier issue again, and fell into silence for a while, Niu Qing shook his head twice, felt a lot sober, opened the big package, took out the hoarded dried meat, and beckoned everyone to eat.

Soon, Jing Jun led everyone to start on the road, half a day passed, and under caution, there was no trace of the snake man or the blood clan, so everyone couldn't help but feel a lot more relaxed in this situation.

"Brother, how far have we traveled in the past few days, isn't the Yinfeng Ridge that guy said only more than five hundred miles?"

Wind Chimes hate to travel in a hot and humid environment, and last night they finally found a waterhole and were disturbed by vampire peeping, and said with a little complaint.

Jing Jun groaned for a while, and said: "More than five hundred miles does not seem to be very far, but we are not familiar with the road, although I am very confident in the survival of the jungle......, but it is inevitable that there will be deviations;

After listening to Jing Jun's analysis, how could she not know this, but he didn't want to listen to what Jing Jun said so objectively, so he glared at him resentfully and didn't speak again.

Jing Jun didn't know what the little girl was thinking, and when he saw that the wind chimes no longer spoke, he didn't feel that there was anything wrong, and he still cautiously led the way.

Niu Qing looked at the back in his eyes, his head kept shaking, and he muttered in a muffled voice: "Alas, honest people......"

The wind chimes had sharp ears, and Niu Qing's words were heard very clearly, and he said in his heart: "Dead Niu Qing can understand, why don't you know?"

Jing Jun also vaguely felt that Niu Qing was talking, but he didn't hear it clearly, so he turned around and asked, "Brother Niu, what did you say?"

Niu Qing and the wind chimes were stunned at the same time.