Marvel Little Celestial Master

Once a move is made, life and death are decided.When Xiong Yi's consciousness returned to his body, he saw the Mandarin who had been nailed to the hillside by the dragon spear, and Zhao Yun, whose armor had become damaged.

After taking the divine general back to the jade tripod, and helping to check the injuries of the Mei family children who had helped him resist an attack by the "Mandarin", Xiong Yi was hugged tightly by Kui Siyu who flew over.

"Dad, I scared Si Yu to death just now." Xiao Kuilong hugged Xiong Yi's waist tightly. The fear and worry in his eyes had not completely subsided. Xiong Yi glanced at the person on the hillside who didn't know whether it was Fen Tian or God Killer. Guy, he couldn't help but rub this little girl's head in a funny way. Fighting was out of instinct. Kui Siyu was still a child after all.

"I thought I saw my mother just now." After being comforted by Xiong Yi, Kui Siyu's mood recovered a lot, and he said with some excitement and confusion.

"I feel it too. Maybe she saw the bad guys trying to bully Si Yu, so your mother is secretly helping Si Yu get revenge." Seeing that Kui Siyu was only vaguely feeling something, Xiong Yi rarely said something to coax a child. When Kui Siyu heard this and hugged him with a silly smile on his face, Xiong Yi's heavy mood improved a lot.

The "Mandarin" and his two main helpers were killed, and the battle of "Six Major Factions Conquering Dragon Valley" only left the finishing work, such as taking off the gold ring of the "Mandarin" and confirming that he was dead. That's cool, let's look for some loot.

"Sir, these are the magic weapons that Mr. Manchu carries with him. Master Mei has already looked at them and kept all the items that can be used to repair the divine general and my Maoshan magic circle. There are also some items whose efficacy cannot be determined, and they are all here." Mu Yunqing, who was holding the hammer, still looked expressionless, but without Xiong Yi, even Kui Siyu next to him could see the relief in his brows and eyes.

The Mandarin destroyed many ancient superpower organizations a hundred years ago, and he still has a lot of hidden treasures in his hands.

Unfortunately, for Xiong Yi, the most important thing now is to promote the "divine general". After glancing at the relics of the "Mandarin" and feeling nothing special, he nodded to Mu Yunqing and told him to make arrangements. Kui Siyu shook Xiong Yi's arm, pointed at one of the green gourds and smiled, with a flattering look on his face.

"You want this?" Xiong Yi picked up the gourd and didn't feel anything special.

"Well, it's just like dad's little tripod. You can put a lot of delicious food in it." Xiao Kuilong said with bright eyes.

"Space magic weapon." Xiong Yi heard this and glanced in the direction of Mu Yunqing. Seeing him looking at him in shock, he knew that he probably didn't notice anything unusual about the gourd. He checked again and found that there was still nothing wrong with it. When he found something strange, he smiled and said, "Then just keep it."

For some reason, Kui Siyu had a sense of space magic weapons that even Kui Shisan didn't have. Finding that no one else could use this thing, Xiong Yi helped her get the gourd.

"Brother Meng, what are you doing here?" Just when Mu Yunqing was looking for someone to collect the loot, he suddenly saw Meng Junyao walking over, and couldn't help but ask. From the beginning to the end, this guy hung up and licked the bag. Coming over, no wonder Mu Yunqing was unhappy with him.

Not only Mu Yunqing, but also Xiong Yi was a little disappointed with this guy. He really hoped that this guy could suddenly use his flying sword to hit Lord Manchu at the critical moment. Unfortunately, he didn't make a move until the end. He was injured. Xiong Yi still has a martial arts dream in his heart.

"I dare to ask this, but the real person from Maoshan is in person." Meng Junyao did not answer Mu Yunqing, but bowed to Xiong Yi and asked.

"Call me Little Heavenly Master." Xiong Yi smiled

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He said, it seems that this guy has guessed the identity of the "little heavenly master". .

"Zhenren" is the official status that the imperial court conferred on Xiong Yi many years ago. The nickname of this status is "Little Heavenly Master".Since the former is more focused on status and dignity, and the latter is more focused on the responsibility of "guarding the world", the "Bubble Man" prefers the title "Little Heavenly Master".

Hearing Xiong Yi's words, Meng Junyao didn't say anything more, but took off the long sword he was carrying and handed it to Xiong Yi with both hands.

Xiong Yi took the sword with some doubts. The green blade was a little over 1.2 meters tall. It looked a bit ordinary, but in his hand it felt indescribably heavy.

"This is the flying sword left by Patriarch Qingping. Thanks to the Little Heavenly Master, it was sent back to Shushan. Unfortunately, my disciples in Shushan are not talented. For hundreds of years, no one has mastered the flying sword technique. They still rely on The brothers of the Mei family took care of them, so they were lucky enough not to lose their incense." When Meng Junyao said this, he smiled self-deprecatingly:

"When it comes to Jun Yao's generation in Shu Mountain, it is even more difficult to find a suitable disciple. Now is the troubled time again. Jun Yao is here. I only hope that the little heavenly master can accept this sword so that I can use the flying sword technique of Shu Mountain. It can shine in the future, and if I meet a suitable successor, it can also keep my Shushan lineage from ending the inheritance."

For some reason, Xiong Yi suddenly felt that the sword in his hand became heavier, and he couldn't help but be stunned.

When Meng Junyao saw Xiong Yi's appearance, he nodded and smiled, then glanced at the sword in Xiong Yi's hand reluctantly, bowed, and then turned around and left Long Valley.

"It turns out he can't fly a sword. I wrongly blamed him." Seeing Meng Jun's floating back, Mu Yunqing said with a sigh.

"Even if you don't know how to fly a sword, the temperament of Shushan is still there." Xiong Yi also caressed the sword edge in his hand and said: "It's a pity that he ignored it. I can't do it either..."

Unfortunately, Meng Junyao, who was walking very fast, could no longer hear these words. His back disappeared at the edge of the Dragon Valley with the setting sun and the soldiers returning to normal as their backs.

"Oh, yes, Xiong Yi. Not only did he snatch away the enemy's trophies, he also snatched away his own swords." Returning to normal with the soldiers, there was also an unlucky fat man. When he saw His master was not with Xiong Yi, so he immediately came over with an envious look on his face and said: "That old man treasures this sword so much that he won't even let him touch it. Come on, Xiong Yi, let me..."

"Isn't Sunny with you?" Seeing Zhang Wei's eyes shining at him, Xiong Yi asked with a smile and changed the subject.

"She came to you before I woke up. Why didn't you see her? I'm really unlucky this time..." Zhang Wei was complaining, but suddenly realized something, and he and Xiong Yi looked at each other. After taking a quick look, he immediately pulled out a tracker and chased in the same direction as Xiong Yi.

The three of them chased for more than ten minutes. On the way, Kui Siyu, a naughty girl, even said hello to Meng Junyao, who was looking at the sunset on the edge of the cliff. Finally, with the help of modern technology, they caught up and ran out of the canyon. sunny.At this time, she was holding a white puppy in her arms. Seeing three people chasing after her, one person and one dog were a little embarrassed.

"Are you Ao?" Xiong Yi asked the puppy in Sunny's arms in great shock.

Whether it is from the records in the books or the oral tradition of the Mu and Mei families, "A'ao" should be a giant sky-swallowing beast. However, what surprised Xiong Yi was that what Sunny was holding in his arms was actually a giant beast. It was only a white beauty, and the vague feeling of soul made him confirm that this was not an illusion.

"Meow, you made a mistake..." the white Pomeranian said awkwardly...