Quick wear: villain male god, don't blacken

Chapter 1220 The Master Is Here (7)

Liu Qing responded, and hurriedly pulled the handsome young man beside him, waved the long sword in his hand, and said to the brothers: "Okay, Xing Yi, let's stand back, don't block the uncle."

Seeing Liu Qing and others retreating to the side, Ji Guizhuo's face was stern, and he glanced at the spirit beast rolling on the ground without any emotion. over the beast.

But at this time, before Suyun took his own hand, Ye Musheng retracted his hand calmly, holding the umbrella handle with two white and tender hands, and turned around.

The speed of this Nascent Soul powerhouse is really fast, and he arrived within seconds.

Looking up at Ji Guizhuo, who was dressed in a moon-white robe in the air, cold and aloof, seemingly spotless, a smile flashed across Ye Musheng's eyes.

But luckily he came...

Ji Guizhuo stood on the long sword, his gown was fluttering in the wind, his arms were slightly raised, and he gestured a few hand tactic with a straight face, and said in a cold voice: "Ice cold tactic."

As soon as the words fell, I saw a flash of inspiration, and countless ice swords appeared from all directions, attacking the spirit beast with lightning speed.

Blue light radiated everywhere, and when there was a loud 'bang', the spirit beast, which was still arrogantly wagging its tail just now, let out a scream of despair and pain, its tentacles softened, its whole body twitched, and it fell down dying.

Ji Guizhuo was condescending, squinting at the bodily fluid overflowing from the spirit beast's skin, frowning slightly, and then threw another spell down.

The dead state of this spirit beast is very indecent.

So let's burn it...

The moment the talisman touched the spirit beast's body, it burned instantly, and the fire spread everywhere. Within a few seconds, the spirit beast's body had turned into a pile of smoke and dust, which dispersed with the wind.

Just as he was about to go down with the sword, Ji Guizhuo suddenly touched a short figure in his peripheral vision.

Under the tall tree, a little boy was holding an umbrella in his hand, his pink mouth was slightly opened, his big watery eyes were shining brightly, and he was looking at him with admiration.

"..." The moment he met the child's eyes, seeing that he was still smiling at him, Ji Guizhuo looked Ye Musheng up and down, and pursed his lips calmly.

Whose child is this...

so cute...

Withdrawing his gaze, Ji Guizhuo came down with his sword, landed in front of Liu Qing and the others who were supporting each other, took out a porcelain bottle, handed it to the leader Liu Qing, and said, "Take it."

Put away the long sword, took the porcelain bottle respectfully, and said gratefully: "Thank you uncle, if you arrive, we are afraid..."

"Go back and practice hard." Before Liu Qing finished speaking, Ji Guizhuo coldly dropped a sentence, then turned around and walked towards Ye Musheng who was on the side.

If he hadn't happened to be not far away due to something happening, and had just seen their division's distress signal flare, otherwise he wouldn't have rushed over so quickly.

Staring at Ji Guizhuo's back, Liu Qing and the others respectfully bowed their heads and said in unison: "Yes, uncle!"

Seeing Ji Guizhuo stopped in front of him, looking down at him, Ye Musheng held the handle of the umbrella and turned the paper umbrella around, staring at Ji Guizhuo with shining eyes, and praised: "You are so amazing!" !"

"..." His gaze fell on the eyes shining like a sea of ​​stars, Ji Guizhuo paused for a few seconds, and remained silent, but there were slight ripples in his eyes like an ancient well.

He is praising him for being great...

(End of this chapter)