Junior sister, we really can’t roll anymore.

Baili Wenyue was shocked and hurriedly shouted: "Uncle Zhong doesn't want it!"

However, Uncle Zhong didn't seem to hear him. The black ball in his hand gradually approached Ning Shiyue, "Little girl, tell me, who taught you how to draw talismans? And what is the name of the technique you learned?"

"Don't even think about it! Even if I die... I won't tell you!" Ning Shiyue's breath was weak, but she was still stubborn.

Uncle Zhong snorted and smiled contemptuously, "Huh! In front of the Avatar, you have no right to choose. If you don't tell me, then I will have to find out the answer myself. At that time, you will have no chance to regret it. ”

Uncle Zhong didn't want to search for souls directly, because there were some things that couldn't be seen by searching for souls.

And he didn't want Ning Shiyue to really become a fool.

After all, Ning Shiyue is a seventh-level talisman master.

The status of the Talisman Master is much higher than that of the Alchemist.

The conditions for a monk to become a Talisman Master are extremely demanding.

It can be said that sometimes among hundreds of thousands of people, it is not always possible to pick out one with suitable conditions...

Moreover, it is extremely difficult to train a Talisman Master, and most of the time it is a fruitless endeavor.

There are only two Talisman Masters left in Jiuzhou Continent, and they are only at level five.

Those two people have lived for thousands of years now, and their lifespan is about to end...

But Ning Shiyue, a little girl, could become a seventh-level talisman master quietly. There must be a huge secret hidden in it.

So instead of directly searching for souls, Ning Shiyue.

He even wanted Ning Shiyue to tell her her thoughts on becoming a seventh-level talisman master.

"Uncle Zhong, please let go quickly, she can't hold it anymore!" Baili Wenyue said anxiously, his eyes full of heartache.

Baili Wen tightened his grip on the sword in his hand, regret welling up in his heart.

If he were stronger, he wouldn't have to watch Fifth Senior Sister suffer...

Now he couldn't even sneak attack Uncle Zhong.

Within Uncle Zhong's domain, all his movements will be seen by Uncle Zhong.

Uncle Zhong placed his palm on Ning Shiyue's forehead, and looked at the remorseful Baili Wenyue with his sharp eagle eyes.

Uncle Zhong said coldly: "Master Wenyue, since she is your fifth senior sister, you should know something, right? Why don't you tell me, who is her master? What skills does she learn every day?"

"I told you to let her go!" Baili Wenyue breathed rapidly and his eyes were reddish.

"Speak first!" Uncle Zhong ordered, tightening his grip on his hands.

Ning Shiyue's cheeks went from red at first to gradually losing color.

"Our master's name is Ye Wentian. Fifth senior sister has not learned any skills. She usually teaches herself how to draw talismans."

"Master Wen Yue, what you said is like saying nothing. I'm very dissatisfied. I'd better ask myself."

Uncle Zhong's hand tightened again, and Ning Shiyue's face turned purple.

"Uncle Zhong! Stop it." Baili Wenyue shouted, with a cold look on his face, and stabbed Uncle Zhong with his sword.

Even if I can't save Fifth Senior Sister!

He couldn't just watch the fifth senior sister die in front of him!

"Ha! You don't overestimate your own capabilities." Uncle Zhong looked at the sword stabbing him coldly.

The power of the Transformation God pressed towards Baili Wenyue's wrist.

Baili Wenyue's face instantly turned pale, and the hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

Immediately afterwards, Uncle Zhong flicked his sleeve.

boom! ——

Bang! ——

Baili Wenyue flew out with his sword.

He fell heavily to the ground.

cough! ——

Baili Wenyue coughed up a mouthful of blood.

He lay on the ground and could not recover for a long time.

It turned out that he had no chance to resist against a strong man.

If Uncle Zhong hadn't shown mercy.

He had already killed people with his sword.

"Master Wenyue, I saved you face. Even if you complain in front of others in the future, I will still be fair." Uncle Zhong spared Baili Wenyue because he was looking at Baili Yuanmo's face.

Baili Yuanmo still liked his nephew very much.

"It's because my skills are inferior to others, and Uncle Zhong taught me a lesson!" Baili Wenyue's voice was muffled, without the usual arrogance.

He clenched his hands into fists and then unclenched them.

A feeling of powerlessness spread throughout his body.

Is this frustration?

Baili Wenyue couldn't help but recall the days when he was lazy in Lingyun Sect.

A wave of inner regret welled up in my heart!

If he had worked harder and kept up with everyone's pace when he was in Lingyun Sect, he wouldn't be so powerless at this moment...

He can't go on like this!

He must become stronger!

Uncle Zhong looked away when he saw Baili Wenyue lying motionless on the ground.

Uncle Zhong looked at Feng Qingran with cold eyes.

This little doll is absolutely clumsy!

Ever since Baili Wenyue appeared, his attention was diverted and he didn't even think of her for a moment.

Her aura seemed to be a little disordered, but the spiritual power around her was functioning normally, and there was no fear of him in her eyes.

interesting!

A little Nascent Soul, when facing the transformed gods, is not afraid of coercion, life or death...

If you cultivate this state of mind well, you will definitely become a strong person in the future.

pity!

They have enmity with Miss Xiyao and cannot be used by the Luo family.

"Little doll, tell me, how do you draw those seventh-level talismans?"

There was a chill in Feng Qingran's eyes, and she stood up holding the Qingluan Sword, "I taught her, and I know what she can do. Let her go, and I will follow you."

"You don't speak softly, do you think I'm deaf? I heard everything you said between you. Those talismans are her latest research." Uncle Zhong said, his eyes falling on Ning Shiyue's storage ring.

He forgot about the storage ring.