Cultivating Master In City

Mu Qingya seems to be too happy or too tired these days. At this time, she has no resistance to the crutch thrown by the old man.

Zhou Yi was shocked. He looked at the crutches. They were all metal. It looked like more than 100 kilograms hit Mu Qingya. What's it? Besides, it was sent by an expert in the foundation period. I'm afraid I was hit and my bones were soft and rotten like mud.

"Bastard! Seek death!" Zhou Yi suddenly accelerated and hit him like a shell from the sky. When he was in the air, his hands were continuously sealed. Three spells were formed in his hands and shot down like lightning.

The first spell is the delay formula. The spell wrapped around the old man's crutch and immediately reduced the flight speed of the crutch by 50%. The second spell is gravity Jue, which hit a piece of land under the crutch. The surrounding gravity suddenly increased by 50%. As soon as the crutch sank, the speed decreased again. The third was the shield formula, which hit Mu Qingya only two meters in front of her body, where a heavy mountain stone stood abruptly, turned into a shield and blocked the only way of the crutch.

The crutch still broke the shield formed by the last rocks unstoppably, and moved towards the final goal. Only when the mountains and rocks were smashed and scattered, Zhou Yi had hit himself with the fourth binding spell blinking formula. At the moment when his crutch collided with the mountains and rocks, the man had blinked in front of Mu Qingya.

Zhou Yi opened his palm and grabbed the flying pure copper crutch. However, he felt that the crutch was suddenly light. The crutch was hollow and a strange insect flew out of it. It was somewhat similar to a centipede and had many feet, but it was silver white. It looked crystal clear.

"Be careful! It's a blood sucking white centipede!"

When Zhou Yi's divine soldier Tianjiang appeared in front of him, mu qingarden felt peace of mind. The fatigue of many days seemed to hit at once and fell down softly. But at that time, she saw Zhou Yi grab the old man's crutch and couldn't help reminding Zhou Yi in horror.

Zhou Yi's mind is focused on Mu Qingya. He sees that Mu Qingya is going to be soft. His other hand extends out like lightning and hugs Mu Qingya's waist. It was at this time that the silvery white insect had flown to Zhou Yi's cheek, and opened its sickle like teeth to bite Zhou Yi.

The old man and the strong man took advantage of this opportunity to escape and open Zhou Yi's field. They turned around and were about to escape. However, the old man saw that Zhou Yi was invaded by his baby insects and couldn't help but stop. People bitten by their own snow flying dragon have to peel off their skin if they don't die, even if the other party is Jindan period.

However, when the old man was looking at xuefeilong to bite Zhong Zhou Yi's cheek, xuefeilong flashed and disappeared. The old man rubbed his eyes and thought he was old and dazzled, but it was true that the snow flying dragon had disappeared.

From Zhou Yi grabbing the copper crutch and hugging Mu Qingya to the snow flying dragon raid when the copper crutch splits, all this happened between lightning, stone and fire. Soon, Zhou Yi's face is still looking at Mu Qingya affectionately, and everything is over.

"Are you here?!" Mu Qingya saw it very clearly. She also knew Zhou Yi's secret of empty heart. She was really worried for nothing just now. Her hands wanted to lift up and touch her lover's smiling and affectionate face, but both hands were soft like noodles at this time. She couldn't lift them up.

"Well, here I am. How did you make yourself like this?"

"Nothing. Just come back."

"I'll get rid of all these shrimp soldiers and crab generals first, and then we'll spend the next few months with you and me."

Hearing Zhou Yi's tender voice, Mu Qingya's face flushed slightly and nodded obediently.

Zhou Yi settled Mu Qingya, turned and walked towards the old man and strong man over there. The old man and the strong man had a chance to escape, but when they started, they found a man like a skeleton behind them blocking the road ahead. This man is no other than Huoyu.

The old man and the strong man are both senior friars in the foundation period. The senior represents the rich experience. They feel a creepy feeling from Huoyu's body. Moreover, Huoyu's eyes should not be the eyes of strangers at all. When looking at them, they have the illusion of facing fierce ghosts.

"Who dares to block our way?"

After such hesitation, Zhou Yi has slowed down and walked towards the old man. Originally, Zhou Yi had the strength to crush each other absolutely, but care was chaos. When the old man threw out his crutch, he chose to rescue Mu Qingya. In fact, if he kills the old man at the first time, the crutches thrown by the old man will have no source of power and will fall to the ground on the way of flight.

"You are Zhou..." the old man saw that there seemed to be no way out, only the first war. He wanted to speak and delay the battle, but as soon as he said a word, he felt his chest cool and his vitality quickly separated from his body.

The old man looked down and saw a piece of pure black knife tip coming out of his chest. There was no trace of blood on it.

Zhou Yi hates that cunning old man like a fox. If he has not improved his cultivation to the golden elixir level, he may not be able to stop Mu Qingya in time. Therefore, Zhou Yi didn't give the old man any chance to fight back. He directly offered a small black Throwing Knife and strangely pierced the old man's chest.

Poor old man is a famous expert among the great Luomen. When facing Zhou Yi, he was killed without even a move.

The strong man watched Zhou Yi wave back the black short blade and couldn't help taking a breath of air conditioning. The knife came too suddenly. He might not be the opponent of the black short blade in front of him, although his body has strong strength to protect his body, and he focuses on physical skills. His body is as hard as iron and is good at avoiding knives and guns. He could feel a very dangerous smell from the black short blade.

Zhou Yi received the little black Throwing Knife, looked coldly at a strong man and asked, "are you from the great Roman?" from the clothes of these people, Zhou Yi already knew a general idea. After all, those great Roman guys in Mo Yan's field world were almost caught by himself and could not be more familiar.

The strong man nodded and asked, "are you Zhou Yi?"

"Very good. Two ways, do you want to be killed by me or commit suicide?"

The strong man stared at the little black Throwing Knife in Zhou Yi's hand that kept flying up and down in Zhou Yi's palm like a spirit snake, and suddenly roared, "I'll fight with you!"

Zhou Yi takes a contemptuous look at the strong man, turns around, looks at Mu Qingya, and ignores the strong man's attack. The strong man had already flown into the air, but suddenly he let out a painful cry and fell from the air. On his back, Huoyu's foot severely stepped on his back heart. This time, the strong man had no resistance and was directly suppressed.

"Wuneng, you've collected the souls of this guy and those guys who just died. You can't spare them, you know?"

"Don't worry, boss. I've sensed that the boss's killing machine is surging, and it falls into my hands. Hey hey, you know..."

After communicating the enlightenment in his mind, Zhou Yi looked up at the sky. There was nothing there, but he knew that the world in Mo Yan's field was floating in the sky, just in the same void as this space, which was like a thin film. Linger of Tianji Pavilion, I'm afraid she's watching herself at this time?

When I think of ling'er, I feel that this beautiful soul is deceptive. It really doesn't make a draft. He spent three internal elixirs of four clawed Jiaoshe and countless small internal elixirs of multi clawed Jiaoshe in exchange. Ling'er secretly helped himself and accurately put himself here from that world.

Zhou Yi turns around and comes to Mu Qingya. She looks much better at this time, but her face is still as white as snow, her lips tremble slightly, and her eyes are very excited.

"Yi, you're back at last! I know you must have nothing to do and you'll come back!" Mu Qingya didn't care if there was a man like a zombie dragging the big man of the great Roman just now, she fell into the arms of her lover.

Zhou Yi also tightly hugged Mu Qingya, felt her familiar slim body, gently patted Mu Qingya on the back and asked, "how did you get on with the people of the great Roman? If I didn't come in time, I'm afraid I would take killing the great Roman as my next goal in my life."

"Will you really fight to the end for me and Roman?" Mu Qingya's head gently leaned against Zhou Yi's shoulder and asked softly.

"Of course. Roman, it's annoying to hear this name. I'll fight it to the end. Who makes them dare to touch my favorite baby?"

Mu Qingya smiled softly. Zhou Yi said it very easily, as if he had been bullied by a group of hooligans. You know, it was a big Roman, a big guy who felt a headache when her little grandfather said it.

"Where have you been these days?"

Hearing Mu Qingya's question, Zhou Yi replied, "it's a long story. Let's cure your injury first, and then say it in detail."

Zhou Yi stretched out his hand and pressed his Chinese food two fingers on Mu Qingya's left pulse door. Suddenly, his face changed and said, "Xiaoya, your body is very weak and needs to be cultivated immediately. I'll help you adjust your breath and recover your injury as soon as possible."

"OK!" Mu Qingya is a smart woman. She can see from the expression on Zhou Yi's face. Zhou Yi should know where his injury is more serious.