Fairy Cultivator took the script of White Moonlight after pairing with salted fish

Chapter 32 032 One-horned thunder beast, poor sword
Roar!
There was a roar of beasts, Ji Qingwu pursed her lips slightly, she was afraid of something!
The roar of the monster beast made Ji Qingwu's head buzz.

At this moment, the young man beside her suddenly pulled her, and Ji Qingwu was pulled to stand behind Yan Shijing.

"Be careful."

Yan Shijing had already drawn his sword.

Even though he is only 20 years old now, his cultivation has already reached the foundation establishment Dzogchen, and he is one step away from being a golden elixir.

Yan Shijing and Ji Yunlan are sword cultivators in the same line. The moment the sword in his hand was completely pulled out, the ancient trees around him rustled with sword energy.

It wasn't the first time Ji Qingwu had seen Shijing use a sword at a banquet, and she also admired this elder brother very much back then.

"Why are you in a daze, go hide in the tree and don't come down until I get rid of it."

At the banquet, Jing tilted his head and said to Ji Qingwu.

The coercion of the Unicorn Thunder Beast is constantly approaching, right in front of your eyes.

Of course Ji Qingwu wouldn't dodge like this, she is now at the third level of Qi Refining, even if she hides, she has to be defeated before she can hide.

After Yan Shijing finished speaking, he raised his sword to meet Thunder Beast.

The crackling thunder and lightning intertwined with the sword light, making Ji Qingwu's blood boil.

"Senior brother, let me help you!"

While shouting, Ji Qingwu took out the spirit sword that she had exchanged for 100 yuan for low-grade spirit stones in Fushengwanxiang before leaving.

The spirit sword looked inferior at first glance, it was dusty and the blade was uneven.

Yan Shijing didn't expect her to be so disobedient, and was about to berate her and tell her to leave quickly, but when his eyes swept over the sword in her hand, his heart seemed to be hit hard by something.

This little junior sister can only use such a shabby sword...

Even so, she still wanted to help him...

Facing the Thunder Beast whose cultivation level was comparable to that of the early Jindan stage, Yan Shijing dared not be distracted.

He stabbed Thunder Beast's eyes with one move, and came to Ji Qingwu's side while the opponent was dodging.

"Don't fight it head-on. You can support me by my side. If you can't beat it, run away. Don't try to be brave, you know?"

Yan Shijing took a deep look at the little girl.

Thinking about it, she must have gone through investigations before deciding to accept Master as an apprentice. Her fearless temperament really fits Master's wishes.

Ji Qingwu looked sideways at Yan Shijing, the little broken sword brushed against the unicorn's scales, her arms were numb from the shock.

It turns out that he also cares about people.

Even if he could take care of a half-strange little disciple like her, why was he so harsh on him in his previous life.

Ji Qingwu didn't understand very much, and there seemed to be a mystery entangled in her mind.

Naturally, she didn't want to hinder others, so after stretching her muscles and bones with a few moves of swordsmanship, she automatically withdrew from the battlefield and sat obediently on a branch not far away.

boom--

Half an hour passed, and Thunder Beast fell completely under Yan Shijing's sword.

The boy's palm was bleeding, and he half-kneeled on the ground with his long sword propped up. Beside him was a one-horned Thunder Beast that was bleeding dark purple blood.

Seeing this, Ji Qingwu's eyes flickered slightly, she jumped down from the tree, trotted to Yan Shijing's side, and handed him a bottle of elixir.

"Brother, how is your injury?"

Yan Shijing looked down at the white medicine bottle in front of him.

He is most familiar with the ordinary small medicine bottle, which is the monthly prescription of each disciple of the sect. There are five in a bottle, and it is only a low-level hemostatic pill.

This is probably the only elixir he can take out.

Yan Shijing worshiped under Yunlan Jianzun since he was a child, and he has never experienced the life that ordinary disciples or even outer disciples regard such low-level pills as their lives.

But that doesn't mean he doesn't know.

(End of this chapter)