Yu Wenjing nodded directly, "I won't hide it from you, I'm from Xuanji Palace, I'm here to ask the Great Si Ming for help, our palace master has fallen into evil arts, for now, I still don't know what kind of evil art the palace master is?" ”

The palace master of Xuanji Palace fell for evil magic? The old man was well-informed and immediately knew the seriousness of the situation, "Does the Great Secretary know it?" ”

"He's promised to help me!" Yu Wenjing said.

"Okay." The old man got up and said with certainty, "I will help you convince the others." ”

After that, the old man had to go to work.

Yu Wenjing stopped him, "Grandpa He, do you know that Xuanji Palace has a grudge with the Southern Xinjiang Siming Tower. ”

The old man shook his head, "Xuanji Palace has long been out of contact with us in southern Xinjiang, if you hadn't mentioned it today, I wouldn't have remembered that there was still Xuanji Palace in this world." ”

"It's just that Xuanji Palace and Siming Pagoda exist in the stories handed down in southern Xinjiang outside, and these stories have been passed down to this day, and there are no specific things, only one remains, and Xuanji Palace is not the person we welcome!"

The old man did not hide it, and at the same time sighed that the culture of southern Xinjiang was passing little by little, and even the magic was ...... If it weren't for this little child, they would never have broken this one-to-one way of learning magic......

Southern Xinjiang needs to be saved!

So, when a group of women in white gauze clothes flew down from the sky, the entire training venue came to a halt!

Beauty, that's the condition for entering Xuanji Palace!

But the southern Xinjiang people present did not show their joy in seeing the beauties in the face of this group of beauties, on the contrary, their expressions were very bland, and there was even more vigilance in their eyes!

"Subordinates, see the young palace master!" Xia Yan and Chunhe led the Xuanji Palace to shout in unison.

Gently cuicui, but with a different kind of neatness and momentum, and in this sound, the witch arrow has moved to her legs, and blocked in front of her, as if to protect her.

Even a child like Wu Ya is instinctively hostile, which shows how deep the grievances between Siming Tower and Xuanji Palace are.

It's just that, how does Wu Ya know that these people are enemies?

"Wu Ya, good, what's wrong?" Yu Wenjing squatted down and said to Wu Ya.

"They're bad guys!" Wu Ya said with great certainty.

Yu Wenjing looked at his own people, all of them were peerless beauties, "How can you see it?" ”

"There is a legend in our southern Xinjiang that the beautiful ones in white clothes are goblins, and they are goblins. Mother, stay still, I'll protect you! ”

Yuwen Jingming's heart warmed up suddenly, and he suddenly bent down to pick her up, "Mother's witch is too brave." ”

"But, they're not goblins, they're mothers......" Yu Wenjing shouted as Xia Yan and Chunhe shouted, while twisting around and hugging Yu Wenjing's neck.

Let's not talk about Yu Wenjing's expression, and don't talk about Chunhe, Xia Yan was originally hot, and she couldn't get used to the pampering and arrogance of the young palace master, but when she saw Yu Wenjing at this time, she suddenly felt that she couldn't understand her.

Because, as far as the bright laughter was concerned, she was happy to hear it!

"They don't rob their mothers, good boys!" Yu Wenjing stroked his back and comforted.

But Wu Ya turned his head, "No, that person...... He'll definitely rob his mother! ”

Wu Ya's finger pointed to Jiang Luo lying on the sedan chair, and when the wind blew, he could see the stunning Jiang Luo lying quietly.

"He won't rob his mother," Yu Wenjing's eyes looked through this gap, and found that he looked good, turned his head to Wu Ya and said, "He is my mother's master." ”