Wan Qi Linfeng didn't know why the floating snow was stimulated again.

Thanks to the divine consciousness he left on the other party, this can always restrain him.

The junior disciple inherited the origin of the holy realm, and once he was devoured by the demons, the cultivation realm would usher in a catastrophe.

Wan Qi closed his eyes in the wind.

When I raised my eyes, I saw Ji Qingyu standing in the corner, and she seemed to be still retreating.

His eyebrows skipped a beat, and then he realized that the whole room was cold.

Wan Qi Linfeng immediately restrained the coercion, and a somewhat guilty Chao Ji Qingyu stretched out his hand and said, "I'm sorry, Qingyu, come here." ”

Ji Qingyu looked at him suspiciously, and asked a little angrily, "Don't you continue to put the air conditioner?" I'm still here for you to freeze me to death. ”

Her attitude is really not good, especially as an apprentice, speaking to the master as an elder like this can be described as disrespectful.

"It's not big or small, how can you talk to your teacher-" Wan Qi was stunned, "how do you talk to your brother?" Well? ”

Ji Qingyu snorted coldly.

Sensing that the man seemed to be consciously releasing a soft breath, instead of the original oppression, she approached according to his will.

In fact, she really wanted to ask what happened to him just now.

But the man obviously didn't mean to say anything, and with Ji Qingyu's understanding of Wan Qi Linfeng, he asked in vain.

In his previous life, he was like this more than once, and he was suddenly in a very bad mood, and she asked more than once, but she was always avoided and not answered.

Ji Qingyu lowered her eyes and looked at the palm of the other party, and there was a thin cocoon at the tiger's mouth.

Wan Qilinfeng's eyebrows loosened slightly, "These two swords can be fused into one, and when you find the third one, you can be promoted to an artifact." ”

Ji Qingyu temporarily accepted the topic of his jump.

Focus on the two small broken swords.

Artifact, just collect three?

"How?" Ji Qingyu asked.

Wan Qi's hand fell on the hilt of the two swords, "Come out, I'll teach you." ”

"Why didn't my brother come in?" Ji Qingwei raised her eyebrows.

Wan Qi glanced up at her, and glanced at the narrow space behind her.

"It's better to be Qingyu." He said.

"I think it's my brother coming in." Ji Qingyu was working against him.

Visible to the naked eye, the man's expression was full of disapproval, and he frowned, his thumb rubbing lightly against the hilt of the sword, as if he was struggling with something.

Ji Qingwei was in a good mood, as if she had stabbed the other party, which relieved the depression in her heart.

She was about to turn over and go to the outside of the table, but in the blink of an eye, a white shadow flashed on the other side, and then the man appeared behind her.

Wan Qi was surrounded by the wind, his arms running across her waist, his hands still holding his sword.

"So, Qingyu is satisfied?"

The man's low, magnetic voice sounded above her head, vaguely helpless and a hint of pampering.

Ji Qingyu's body stiffened, and she was a little unaccustomed to such a posture.

After all, she didn't really think about letting people in just now, the space inside was narrow, and there were really no two people standing.

It's different from when he was in the air, even if it's the same distance, one in front of the other, the cramped space is far more uncomfortable than the wide sky.

Ji Qingyu even felt a little breathless.

It's really the other party's sense of oppression is too strong.

Ji Qingyu: "That's actually ......"

Wan Qi swept her pink earlobes in the wind, and a trace of waves appeared under her narrow eyes, which were fleeting.

He held her hand and landed on the hilt of the sword, clenching it tightly, "Concentrate your mind and calm down, and mobilize the Futu Ten Thousand Demon Mind Method." ”

(End of chapter)