Su Yunmeng was shrinking behind the young man with a weak look at the moment, his big moving eyes were full of sadness, and there was a mist condensing, which made me feel more and more pitiful.

The young man softly comforted, "The girl is frightened, don't worry, as long as I am here today, this hairy beast will not want to hurt the girl in the slightest!"

Su Yunmeng looked like a little bird, glanced at the Xu Jing in the distance in fear, and said timidly to the young man, "Really?"

The young man's heart is as tender as water, such a stunning beauty is definitely the only one he has seen in his life, and now it is on such an occasion, no wonder he is so out of shape.

Xu Jing really couldn't hold it back, his chest rose and fell violently, and after a while, he was so angry that he spit out a mouthful of blood.

After the young man turned around, Su Yunmeng covered the corners of his mouth and snickered, not forgetting that Xu Jing, who was half dead of vitality, stuck out his tongue, and his face was full of provocation.

Su Jing said angrily, "She asked me to kill you, she is the culprit, you idiot!" Fun Cabinet

The young man sneered and said, "This girl is just a demon general cultivator, how can she summon the demon king? I am afraid that you will not be able to deceive a three-year-old child of my people."

Su Yunmeng whispered, "I don't know him at all."

The young man from the Fire Dragon Hall comforted softly, "It's all this flat-haired beast who is telling right and wrong, girl, and I'm going to escort you out of this smoky place."

After speaking, he didn't care about the hideous look of Xu Jing in the back, he reached out and wanted to pull Su Yunmeng's little hand, but was avoided by the other party without a trace.

Not only did the young man not have the slightest displeasure in his heart, but he liked this stunning beauty more and more.

Xu Jing is dumb and eats coptis, there is suffering but can't say it, as the young man said, he is a demon king, how can a little demon general drive himself?

But the pattern that Su Yunmeng randomly sketched under his feet at that time touched a secret that Xu Jing had buried in his heart for many years.

That strangely shaped pattern is actually an extremely ancient ethnic script, and there are very few people in the world who can know this kind of script.

As for the one engraved by Su Yunmeng, it is related to an encounter with Xu Jing back then.

Even if it is Sujing's long life, he still remembers it clearly, not only the crisis of life and death, but also the wealth and fortune.

With his qualifications, being able to cultivate to the realm of the demon king today is closely related to that adventure.

The young man of the Fire Dragon Hall was a miscellaneous beast, but Su Jing couldn't refute anything, because his bloodline was indeed not pure enough.

Although he has a trace of the blood of the Dapeng clan, it is already extremely mixed, and it is not as good as the pure Golden-winged Dapeng.

If he has the Golden-winged Dapeng clan behind him, even if it is the Fire Dragon Palace, he must consider it carefully.

The boy who injured the Fire Dragon Palace, although he will not be punished, will not lose the natal true feather that he has obtained after years of penance.

It's no wonder that after Su Jing saw that text at that time, he was like a ghost for a while, and he didn't have the slightest resistance to the words of the little fox in white.

Now that I think about it, this little fox's origin must be not small, at least it will not be inferior to the young man of the Fire Dragon Palace.

Su Jing's face gradually calmed down, he took a deep breath, and disappeared into the dense forest with a flap of his wings.

Su Yunmeng noticed the movements of Xu Jing behind him, and knew that this demon king of the Northern Canggu Forest had decided to stop.

It's not that Xu Jing is timid and has a good temper, but that he is forbearing, the lifespan of the demon king is often as long as 10,000 years, and a momentary frustration can't shatter the Dao heart of this strong man.

Such a result was also expected by Su Yunmeng, the dignified demon king, who is not a character who is respected by one side, if it is so easy to die, it is not reasonable.

The current situation has exceeded Su Yunmeng's expectations, she calculated that the young man of the Fire Dragon Hall next to her will inevitably carry some terrifying and boundless powerful magic weapon, or the clone of the ancestors to protect him.

At that time, when the young man is about to fall into the hands of Xu Jing, the back hand on his body will naturally activate, and destroy Xu Jing with the hand of the Fire Dragon Palace, no one will know that she Su Yunmeng is behind the scenes

Black.

But the terrifying black shadow that suddenly appeared in the depths of the ancient forest was far beyond Su Yunmeng's plan.

The black shadow raised his hands and feet with the terrifying and boundless power of the Great Dao, and his strength was probably enough to rival the patriarch of the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan, this was a figure who truly stood on the top of heaven and earth, and it was definitely not something that Su Yunmeng could calculate.

Fortunately, the other party didn't seem to want to deal with Su Yunmeng, otherwise with that flick of his fingers, Su Yunmeng would not be able to save his life even if the Nine-Tails Qi was broken.

The young man seemed to notice the strange appearance of the beauty beside him, and when he turned to look, a trace of uneasiness could be faintly seen between Su Yunmeng's eyebrows, and the young man thought that she was still worried about the scenery behind her.

Then he stopped and comforted softly, "Girl, are you alright?"

Su Yunmeng was thinking about the black shadow in the forest, and her face was startled when she heard the young man speak, but she quickly reacted.

chuckled, "Thank you for your concern, I'm fine."

The young man looked at Su Yunmeng's alluring smile on his lips, and his eyes couldn't help but indulge in it, and he couldn't extricate himself.

Su Yunmeng snickered in his heart: "It seems that it's not that I've become ugly, it's really that Terran boy who is too weird."

Thousands of miles away, Ye Ziyu, who was resting in the dense forest, suddenly sneezed.

He rubbed his nose and muttered, "Who is talking ill of me, you have the ability to come to your face."

Nanshuang glared at him speechlessly, and said angrily, "Talk less, hurry more, your mouth never stopped along the way."

Ye Ziyu scratched the back of his head stupidly, no way, he really didn't stop his mouth along the way.

Now that he has come to the demon world, he has come into contact with the legendary dragon clan, and the more mysterious nine-tailed fox clan, but anyone who is a normal person will be extremely curious, right?

The two of them meditated and pranayama like this until dawn, when the first rays of dawn fell, the two opened their eyes in unison, and then stood up together.

Soon, two streamers appeared on the edge of the sky, and Ye Ziyu stepped on the Fengxing Sword, slightly struggling to follow behind Nanshuang's buttocks.

Nanshuang turned her head from time to time to see if Ye Ziyu had fallen behind, but most of the time her eyes were focused on the Fengxing Sword at his feet.

It was nearly noon, and Nanshuang finally couldn't help but ask, "What kind of rank is this sword under your feet?" Why is it so miraculous, you can fly in the sky with this sword even though you haven't built a foundation yet, it's simply incredible."

Ye Ziyu said unashamedly: "This sword is a divine weapon, plus my qualifications are extraordinary, isn't it normal to be able to fly with the cultivation of the eighth layer of qi refining as an imperial sword?"

Hearing him say this, Nanshuang sneered and said, "Come on, you, the bragging skin is not broken, and the cow is blown away, and the divine soldier, do you know what a divine soldier is?" According to the cultivation of the demon clan, the divine soldier is at least a strange treasure that can only be controlled by the realm of the demon emperor, just by virtue of you, it is still extraordinary, I think the qualifications are mediocre or similar!"

Ye Ziyu's face was not red and his heart was not beating, and he retorted: "This sword may not be the so-called Demon Emperor's soldier in your mouth, but in my hands, it is an absolute divine weapon."

Nanshuang was curious, "How do you say this? Why is this sword an absolute divine weapon in your hands? Could it be that you are a descendant of some refining family?"

It's no wonder that Nanshuang would say this, because some refining families from ancient times have great divine abilities that penetrate the heavens and the earth together with the refining weapon casting soldiers.

If Ye Ziyu is a descendant who came out of these refining families, maybe he will have the power to turn decay into magic, and it is not impossible for him to turn iron into a weapon comparable to a spiritual treasure.

Ye Ziyu was obviously stunned when he heard the refining family, and then shook his head and said, "I'm not an ironworker."

Nanshuang laughed angrily, "Then what are you?"

Ye Ziyu's expression changed, put away the smile on his face, and said solemnly, "I am a swordsman."

Nanshuang's feet slipped and almost fell from the sky, I've seen shameless, I've never seen such shameless.

Although Ye Ziyu was holding a sword in his hand, it was not difficult to see from the previous attack that Ye Ziyu didn't know any swordsmanship at all, let alone talk about it

It's not a sword way, sword intent.

It's embarrassing to call himself a swordsman, but I've never seen such a brazen person.

Ye Ziyu didn't feel embarrassed at all, he was telling the truth, there was no moisture at all.

What's wrong with not learning swordsmanship? What kind of sword dao sword intent, the three-foot Qingfeng in his hand, vowing to cut through the evil delusions in the world and cut out a peace for all eternity!

Isn't this the greatest sword intent?

Nan Shuang swallowed back the sneer on her lips, and she looked at the indomitable young man with some distraction.

The three-foot sword under his feet pierced the sky with sharp energy, leaving only a dazzling streamer.

Ye Ziyu looked high-spirited on the surface, but in his heart, he was beating the drum, after all, he was just a small eighth-layer qi refiner at the moment, and he continued to practice at this speed.

Don't say it's a golden pill, and even the foundation will be built in a few years.

This kind of speed is by no means slow for ordinary people, and those who can build a foundation within the age of thirty are all amazing talents on the cultivation path.

Yang Qinghuagui is the young sect master of the Qingyun Sect, he is over a hundred years old, but he is only in the middle stage of foundation building, which is still the result of eating I don't know how many elixirs and the cultivation experience of my predecessors.

In this way, Yang Qinghua's cultivation qualifications can be regarded as excellent.

Foundation building cultivators such as Yu Yang and Yang Xingyun, who are not more than four hundred years old, only broke through the foundation building when the Qi refining Shouyuan was about to end.

The journey of the avenue, how difficult it is to reach the top.

Thinking of this, Ye Ziyu suddenly shouted at Nanshuang in front of him, "Nanshuang girl! How old are you?"

Nanshuang frowned, and asked a little puzzled, "Why are you asking this?"

Ye Ziyu smiled dryly: "It's just curious, I want to ask some questions about cultivation, if Miss Nanshuang is older, then I can also ask you for advice with a disciple ceremony."

Nanshuang waved his hand and said, "Let's get rid of red tape, I was three years old and refined qi, and now I have half a jiazi."