If you mess with the devil, it's over!

"Excuse me." Qi Lan glanced at Mu Ying, who looked a little depressed next to him, and stood up with a slight smile.

Seeing this, Yu Xi quickly stood up and looked at the woman walking out of the living room on her own. He blinked twice and followed her slowly.

Mu Ying on the side looked at the situation, put down the teacup in his hand, grabbed the long sword on the table, and followed.

From the conversation between the two, she could also tell that there was also a very unstable aura on the young man. Either Qi Lan would nurse him back to health or help him open this bottleneck.

Judging from the young man's words just now, there is no doubt that he must ask Qi Lan to help him break through this bottleneck. The best way is to put enough pressure on him during the fight.

So Mu Ying also wanted to take a look and see how strong Qi Lan was. Of course, she also wanted to appreciate what the young man looked like in battle.

In the spacious yard, the bright sun was still scorching the earth, making the potted green plants in the corners look a little listless.

"Xi'er." Qi Lan smiled, put his hands behind his back, and motioned to the man in front of him to attack him with a nonchalant look.

She also thought about giving Hu Meizi an auxiliary treasure to break through, but finally gave up the idea. Under the absolute suppression of strength, the three postures that the young man could break through would be better, and the meridians would be stronger.

Another thing is, let this trouble see the gap between him and himself, otherwise he will always want to have some unattainable dreams. Although this little assassin will not change his mentality because of this incident, the principle of adding up a little will always be useful.

A wisp of breeze blew by, and the young man's hair hanging down his waist was fluttering. Under the scorching sun, the red gauze dress looked particularly charming, reflecting the snow-like skin that was more delicate than tofu. There was a chill in his eyes as he raised his eyes. Spreading outward, a layer of frost formed on the entire body a foot away, and the cold air rose, covering the floor under his feet with frost.

jingle--

As soon as he took a step, a clear and melodious bell sounded. The white and delicate feet seemed to bloom from the red blood lotus, half-covered and half-covered, charming.

"Yeah, that's a nice look." Qi Lan looked at the young man in front of him and admired silently in his heart. He was soft and charming, but also had a sharp and murderous intent.

"My wife, be careful, you may suffer big losses if you underestimate me." The young man smiled sweetly, Rong Jie flashed a white light, and held a long sword in his hand.

Hearing the young man's charming words and teasing, Qi Lan smiled slightly.

How could she not know the thoughts of the fox in front of her? She knew that she would not hurt him, but she was afraid that the pressure on her would not be enough, so he provoked her.

Once you say this, you can also prevent yourself from making a fuss about this matter for him later.

He is very smart. It can be said that everything he does goes through his mind and he will choose the best way to do it.

Qi Lan could maintain a rational mind under any circumstances, but Mu Ying, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, could not. The young man's appearance, even if it was not directed at her, made her look a little obsessed.

After the words fell, Yu Xi disappeared in a flash. A gust of cold wind blew from Qi Lan's right hand. A long sword emitted a cold light in the sun. The young man moved his wrist, and the cold air was accompanied by a suffocating breath. The murderous intention went straight to his throat.

Qi Lan took his time and squinted his eyes slightly. The moment he opened them, a golden light flashed in his pupils. With a knife in his left hand, covered with golden spiritual power, he deflected the young man's long sword that was aimed at his throat.

"..." Yu Xi felt very lonely when he saw this. He knew that this woman was strong, but he didn't expect that she was so strong. His life-threatening sword was actually deflected by her bare hands.

whoosh-

When the long sword in the young man's hand disappeared out of thin air, Rong Jie flashed white light again, and a short sword suddenly appeared in his left hand. His right hand accurately grabbed the arm of the woman in front of him, and with a little help, he turned his body over, slender. His right leg went straight to his chin with an icy cold air.

Qi Lan moved back slightly, holding the young man's fair and delicate ankle with his backhand, and pressed his left hand against the young man's graceful waist, so that his dagger could no longer penetrate even half an inch of her own, and was pinched tightly at a distance from her. Two inches away from the lower abdomen.

"Is this all you have in Xi'er? What a disappointment to my wife." Qi Lan showed a faint smile and let go of the boy, but not completely. She hugged him into her arms with one hand and controlled him. The left hand holding the dagger.

"wife..........."

"Don't cry again, Xi'er. My wife doesn't want to hear begging for mercy this time." Seeing the young man's dissatisfied eyes and a somewhat anxious expression, Qi Lan interrupted what he was about to say and leaned close to his sensitive ear.

"However, my wife really likes to listen to it at night."

"You..." The warm breath flowed into his ears, which made Yu Xi tremble, and his pretty face was stained with a slight blush. This woman really caught her Don’t let go of black history?

Just as he instinctively glanced over to see her, his spiritual power was running wildly, trying to break free, but the next second, he saw a flash of golden light in the woman's pupils, and Yu Xi felt a tremendous pressure coming towards him.

After a second of shock and confusion, he felt happy that this was what he wanted.

The female devil had been teasing him just now, and every move seemed to be for fun, which made him extremely anxious.

If this continues, how can I make a breakthrough?

It seems that I am still in a hurry. This woman knows better than me. She knows what is appropriate.

Under Qi Lan's pressure, Yu Xi felt as if his body was being pressed down by a huge mountain, his heart was beating very violently, and the cold air in his body was suppressed to the point where it could not function normally, as if the internal force in his meridians was blocked by external forces.

"Xi'er, don't hold back, concentrate your spiritual power on your Dantian, don't worry, my wife is here, everything will be fine." Seeing the young man's embarrassed appearance, Qi Lan held his little hand and said gently.

When Yu Xi heard these familiar words coming from his ears, he gritted his teeth and realized that this was all he could do.

The young man's fingertips moved slightly, his silver teeth clenched, and the pressure on his body became heavier and heavier. As soon as he relaxed, he would definitely faint.

Spiritual energy is gathering rapidly in Dantian, and the sea of ​​energy is slowly opening up.

"Almost." Yu Xi bit his lower lip hard, and a drop of bright red blood stained his white teeth. He really couldn't stand it anymore. If he didn't give himself some external pain, he would definitely not be able to hold on.

"Xi'er..." Qi Lan looked at the young man, his heart tightened, and he held his jade hand with great distress. As soon as he held it, he could clearly feel the grip force coming from the young man's palm.

Suddenly, Qi Lan felt a wave of frost coming from her arms, and a wave of air spread around her. Her own collar and cuffs were covered with a thin layer of frost.

As the young man's beautiful eyes slowly opened, snowflakes seemed to be falling in his gorgeous eyes, which was like the eternal ice in the snow sea that never melted. Wherever the air waves passed, a thin layer of frost covered even the potted plants in the corner. None of them were spared, as if they had suffered the ravages of winter.

"It's great, Xi'er." Qi Lan smiled slightly, and his fingertips slid across the young man's fair forehead, and the frost spread under the long eyelashes.