The Return of the Phoenix

Chapter 93 Little Girl

Before the two old men jumped, Youlu frowned, "I told you not to call me Laoyou." Laoyou Laoyou, I was called Laoyou by you.

Hehe, I have learned a lot. It turns out that people can still be called old.

"Understood, Laoyou." Tsao answered this sentence very naturally. I am afraid that no one who has done it a hundred or eighty times is so proficient.

Youluo's face was black.

The two old men laughed.

"The reason why I woke you up this time is because I sensed a familiar aura." Yutao's face was serious.

"Oh?"

Three doubts.

Takuto's fingertips clicked several times in the air, and the water mirror image in front of him kept changing, and finally stopped in one place. In the picture was a huge furnace, and the boiling golden sea of ​​fire. In the sea of ​​​​fire, strips of flames A person was bound to the twisted chain, and he was slowly being dragged into the stove.

It was a young boy in a black robe, trying to break free from the chains.

"Hey, it turned out to be a little girl." The dwarf old man looked at the water mirror, "Why does this little guy hide his gender?"

The sharp-horned old man also came over, and after looking at it, he didn't find anything wrong, except that he looked better, "I don't feel any breath? Do you feel wrong, old man?" Turning his head, He looked at him suspiciously.

Tsao was quite sure that he didn't feel wrong, but he didn't know why the familiar aura on the little doll suddenly disappeared, "I'm sure I'm not wrong."

Feeling Yutu's certainty, the three looked at each other, "Otherwise, let's observe again."

"Well, let's observe it carefully again." The four nodded in unison.

This observation lasted for three days. In these three days, these four old guys suffered a lot of blows and shocks.

From the very beginning when Leng Wuyou crossed the sea of ​​furnace fire, to Leng Wuyou facing the seal of ice and snow, and then to her facing hundreds of thousands of Jin Yuan soldiers, they just watched her go through all the difficulties, and her strength was like sitting on a rocket. It goes up, their mood is complicated!
Tangle, joy, injustice, worrying about all kinds of tastes coming together, it made them feel a little uncomfortable, thinking that they were still eating, drinking and having fun when she was so old. Looking at others, sure enough, there is no harm without comparison.

"The talent and strength of this little girl is simply unbelievable!" Tingtao sighed a little, "The temperament is even better, it's really incomparable." He shook his head, a little sighed.

"Who said no, look at that scene, if it were me, I would have given up long ago." The dwarf old man slammed his mouth, his small eyes were full of shock, obviously he had not recovered.

"This girl is not bad." You Luo, who has always looked down on other people except himself, also praised for the first time.

"Why don't you talk?" The dwarf old man turned to the sharp-horned old man with a thoughtful face, "What do you think?"

The sharp-horned old man licked his lips, his voice a little dry, "The spirit of this little doll seems to be that one."

As soon as the sharp-horned old man said this, the space fell silent, and he stared, "You all feel it too."

"Uh." The dwarf old man was vague, his small eyes flying around, but he didn't look at the sharp-horned old man.

Yutu also looked here and there.

Youlu pretended to be cold and cold.

The sharp-horned old man is angry, these three immortals, they know it, but they don't dare to say it, they have to let him say, fall, they are still good friends!

Old Dwarf: No, never.

Yusu: We are natural enemies.

Youluo: If you look so ugly, you should destroy the way of the beast!

Sharp-horned old man: MMP
"Cough." Yutao coughed lightly, her voice a little low, "Then she is the one we are waiting for."

The three each gave a look, nodded, and then got a little excited.

They have been in this shabby place for an unknown number of years, and they have long been tired of it. Now they still have a chance to escape, thinking about it makes their blood boil.

Sorry to bother, I want to say that the soul has blood?

Four: Uh, don't care about such details!

In this space, Leng Wuyou can't feel the flow of time. She can only make a rough guess based on the time of her trial. Now she has completed nine trials, and it may have been four or five days.

Through repeated trials, Leng Wuyou also made some discoveries. The levels of these trials correspond to the manifestation of each person's strength and potential. Just like her, she is a full-line spiritual master, so every trial They all correspond to each of her spiritual sources. The only thing that hasn't appeared yet is her martial artist strength. Well, I don't know if her space ability will also be manifested.

Leng Wuyou rubbed his chin a few times, thinking.

She thought about this, and the tenth trial began.

The scene in front of him changed, the gray space was dead silent, and every now and then a hole would be split open, and from the hole, space blades flew out one after another, and they spun and collided, smashing the entire void.

(End of this chapter)