Cultivating Master In City

"Old friend?!" Zhou Yi looked up at the sky and saw that the sky was originally clear. Suddenly, there were dark clouds. The dark clouds came suddenly, as if the sky was full of dark clouds.

The clouds start from the dragon and the wind follows the tiger. How did Zhou Yi not know that a powerful creature was coming here at this time? The sudden pressure was formed on Zhou Yi's head with the dark clouds covering the top. Zhou Yi's face became very serious. He stood still. The red blood dragon sword in his hand was already in hand. The sword move of painting the ground as a prison had been released. The sword shadow around him protected his body layer by layer, not only protecting himself, but also countless sword shadows formed a flowing sword shadow nearby with the release of a large number of vitality of his body. In an instant, the sword shadow filled the world.

Above the dark clouds, the beautiful woman with bare feet and silver hair looked down at Zhou Yi and naturally saw Zhou Yi's defense. Painting the ground is a prison. After being formed in an instant, Zhou Yi seems to have become a motionless mountain peak. In the immovable defense, there is a tingling feeling in the middle of the eyebrows.

Zhou Yi's Dragon Blood Sword points up to the sky at a slight angle of 45 degrees. This is the second move of the strongest Zhai sword formula. The sword refers to the sky. The sword move has not been sent, but the sword potential has been completed.

The dark clouds are rolling and the power is amazing, but Zhou Yi's breath of sword shadow is not weak. Zhou Yi knows that if he fights with the creature above his head, he will probably run as far as he can. The red maned black horse is ready and may run away at any time. However, at this time, he gives people the feeling that he is definitely in a decisive situation.

When the dark cloud came to the top of the head, the native children felt inexplicable pressure, but after Zhou Yi's sword, the pressure on them immediately reduced a lot. The children looked at Zhou Yi standing there like a demon God, motionless as a clock, looking up at the sky. It was a handsome man.

Suddenly, among them, there were four white haired old men. These children didn't know who the four old men were, but the soldiers of other native species were surprised. Unexpectedly, the four prophets came suddenly. It seemed that the four prophets were in a hurry, and everyone had an unnatural flush on their face.

The four prophets ignored the soldiers' gifts to them, but looked at the sky nervously. They didn't know why the dragon god suddenly woke up and ran over Zhou Yi's head. Look at this posture. Are you going to fight? Dragon God and the chosen son, how do they choose? The four prophets vaguely stood on Zhou Yi's side. After all, the Dragon God is only a legend, but Zhou Yi, the son of heaven, actually helped their ethnic group solve the curse of witchcraft on the next generation of the ethnic group.

Just as the atmosphere of the scene had condensed to a dull state of almost rain, the dark clouds in the sky dissipated. For a time, the clouds were light and the sky was gloomy. A hundred meters away from Zhou Yi's front, a beautiful woman with bare feet and silver hair stood there, looking at Zhou Yi with a pair of beautiful golden eyes, but there was no emotion in these eyes and lacked a kind of Smart vitality.

Seeing the role beauty with milk puffing fat buttocks and silver sexy armor appear in front of him, Zhou Yi unnaturally clenched the Dragon Blood Sword in his hand.

Zhou Yi's little move fell into the eyes of the beautiful woman, and unexpectedly formed a strange reflection. The beauty smiled, as if the iceberg had melted in an instant, and her originally lifeless eyes were suddenly full of color.

"You are the one chosen by another day?" the beautiful woman's voice took a certain vibrato, unspeakable strangeness, with a strong exotic flavor.

"Did you come to me? You might as well just aim at me? Let go of the native species over there, they are all innocent." Zhou Yi's voice also has a tremor, but his speech is much more awkward, far less pleasant than the voice of the beautiful woman opposite.

"Unexpectedly, you can barely speak dragon language? Although it is the language of the lowest crawling dragon, it seems that it makes sense to choose you in another day."

As she spoke, the beauty stared at Zhou Yi's side. Originally in the invisible and transparent state, Wuneng suddenly had nothing to hide in her eyes. She was stared at and showed her form.

Wuneng drifted in front of Zhou Yi and said to the beauty, "don't be hurt, Meitong."

Zhou Yi's eyes opened fiercely. The girl's name in front of her was called Meitong? Why not call it contact lenses? The beauty glanced at Zhou Yi and said faintly to Wuneng, "you have been weak to this point. Hey, also, who is not in the weakest time now?"

As soon as the conversation turned, the woman said gently, "it's just the one you chose. How is it a human? It's still so weak?"

Before Wuneng spoke, Zhou Yi said coldly, "am I weak or strong? How do you know if you haven't tried?"

The beauty's eyebrows were slightly picked and said in a cold voice, "you mean you can beat me?"

"I don't have that confidence to defeat you, but if I fight hard, I can also hurt you. There should be no problem for you to sleep for thousands of years."

Meitong looks at Zhou Yi and doesn't know where Zhou Yi got such great confidence. It is true that Zhou Yi's sword move of painting the ground as a prison is indeed very powerful, and the attack of hidden needles can not be underestimated. The starting style of that attack must be an attack move with infinite power. However, in the face of the silver dragon whose defense and strength can be called the top of the creatures, it is at most some trouble. Zhou Yi can't be an opponent in the real match.

"Let's have a try."

"OK! But not here, here, it will hurt the innocent!"

"Yes, come on." Meitong turned around and the wind blew on the flat ground. The man had gone out for a long time.

Zhou Yi looked back at the dignified expression of the four prophets, smiled and said, "I'll get busy first and go back!"

The prophet of the wind stepped forward and said, "Sir, that's the Dragon God. Be careful."

"I know. Don't worry."

Zhou Yi soared into the sky with his flying sword under his feet, and disappeared in the eyes of everyone in the blink of an eye.

The children of the original species were stunned one by one. They rarely saw the immortal walking on the sword. In addition, Zhou Yi's actions were so natural and unrestrained everywhere, which was really a bit of a hero. Naturally, they captured the cheers of the children who were Zhou Yi's fans all at once.

The children didn't know why, but how could the four prophets not worry? Obviously, the Dragon God woke up to find Zhou Yi's trouble. However, they didn't dare to stop the conflict between the two sides. What should they do? The four prophets decided to find a quiet place to sum up.

Zhou Yi comes to a mountain in the distance with Meitong. The mountain is very steep, almost a 90 degree cliff. Meitong's unique style is standing on the cliff and quietly waiting for him to come.

Meitong looked at Zhou Yi who came galloping with the sword, and there was a trace of dignity in her eyes. It is true that Zhou Yicai is just a cultivation in the golden elixir period, but his combat power is definitely not a monk in the golden elixir period, and should be stronger. The Dragon Blood Sword in Zhou Yi's hand gives people a palpitating and familiar feeling. However, she has never seen this magic weapon in her impression. What Meitong cares about most is Zhou Yi's sword move. It is flawless. If you want to crack Zhou Yi's painting the ground as a prison, you can only suppress it with absolute power.

Meitong is confident that she can break Zhou Yi's defense, but it is definitely not a single blow. It may take two or three times to stack. After all, she is also in a weak period, which is much worse than her peak period. One blow can't hurt the opponent, so Zhou Yi's second move, which contains but doesn't send, can be sent out. He is confident that his defense can withstand it, but Meitong doesn't dare to guarantee that he won't be hurt at all.

When Meitong wakes up, she has a considerable understanding of the situation of the real world at this time. She knows that she can't get hurt and sleep again. If she sleeps this time, I'm afraid she won't wake up for hundreds of years.

Therefore, although Meitong felt that Zhou Yi was arrogant and dared to provoke the majesty of her superior, she endured it and did not attack on the spot.

Zhou Yi falls in front of Meitong, and the two meet no more than 20 meters away. This distance is equivalent to standing face to face for experts. Zhou Yi's sword shadow is swirling around his body, and a large part of it has extended to Meitong's body.

Meitong surprisingly didn't suppress Zhou Yi's sword shadow, but just looked at it quietly. "Three fists, if you can stop my three fists, I will recognize your identity."

"Recognition? I still need your recognition? And I don't think I'm the kind of identity you think." Zhou Yi smiled and said, "I can take you three punches, but I need a bet. If you beat me within three punches, I'll let you handle it, but if you don't beat me within three punches, then you're ready to be a servant girl for me."

"Young man, it's arrogant." Meitong carefully examined Zhou Yi and calculated the combat effectiveness comparison between the two again. She felt that the three fists should still be very confident to knock Zhou Yi down. Just about to nod, she found that the Wuneng's face showed a look of regret. It seemed that she was worried about her? Do you think you will lose the bet another day? How is that possible?

"Don't dare? Hey, I didn't expect that the powerful dragon clan would hesitate so much. What about the ten moves?"

"Don't excite me. Three punches is three punches. I don't care whether it's life or death."

"Just your little powder fist, isn't it like tickling? Hey, hey, so let you be my servant girl and beat your legs well."