City tour of the master of cultivation

"Old friend?" Zhou Yi looked up at the sky, and saw that the sky was clear, and suddenly it was covered with dark clouds, as if the sky was covered with dark clouds.

Cloud from the dragon, wind with the tiger, how can Zhou Yi not know that a fierce creature is coming here? The sudden pressure formed on Zhou Yi's head as the dark clouds covered the top. Zhou Yi's face became very serious. He stood still. The red blood dragon sword in his hand was already in his hand. The sword moves of painting the earth as a prison had been released. The sword shadows around him protected his body layer upon layer. Not only protected himself, but also countless sword shadows formed flowing sword shadows nearby with the release of his body vitality. In an instant, the sword shadows filled the world.

Above the dark clouds, the beautiful woman with barefoot and silver hair looks down at Zhou Yi and naturally sees Zhou Yi's defense. After the instant formation, Zhou Yi seems to have become an immovable mountain peak. In the immovable defense, there is a stinging feeling.

Zhou Yi's Dragon Blood Sword points up at the sky at a slight angle of 45 degrees. This is the second move of the strongest Zhai sword formula. The sword points to the sky. The sword move has not been launched, but the sword power has been achieved.

The dark clouds are rolling and the power is amazing, but the breath of Zhou Yi's sword shadow is not weak. Zhou Yi knew that if he fought against the creature above his head, he would have to run as far as possible. Red maned black horse was ready and could run at any time. However, at this time, he felt absolutely decisive.

When the dark cloud came to the top of the head, the children of the native species felt the inexplicable pressure, but after Zhou Yi's sword, the pressure on them suddenly reduced a lot. These children look at Zhou Yi standing there like a demon, looking up at the sky without moving like a clock. It's so cool.

All of a sudden, among them, there were four white haired old men. These children did not know who the four old men were, but the soldiers of other native species were surprised. They did not expect that the four prophets came suddenly. Moreover, it seemed that the four prophets were in a hurry. Everyone's face was flushed with unnatural flush.

The four prophets didn't pay attention to the soldiers' gifts to them. Instead, they looked at the sky nervously. They didn't know why the dragon god suddenly woke up and ran to Zhou Yi's head. Look at this posture, is it a fight? How do they choose between the Dragon God and the chosen son? The four prophets stood on Zhou Yi's side. After all, the Dragon God is just a legend, but Zhou Yi, the son of heaven's choice, actually helped their group to solve the curse of witchcraft on the next generation.

Just as the atmosphere of the scene has been condensed to a dull state of almost rain, the dark clouds in the sky have dissipated. For a moment, the clouds are light and the wind is light, and the sky is not gloomy at all. A hundred meters away from the front of Zhou Yi, the beautiful woman with barefoot and silver hair stood there, looking at Zhou Yi with a pair of beautiful golden eyes, but there was no emotion in her eyes, lacking a kind of Smart vitality.

Seeing the role beauty with puffed breasts, fat hips and sexy silver armor in front of her, Zhou Yi holds the Dragon Blood Sword in his hand unnaturally.

Zhou Yi's little action fell into the eyes of the beautiful woman, and even formed a strange reflection. The beauty smile, that smile, as if the iceberg melted in an instant in general, originally not angry eyes suddenly full of color.

"You are the one chosen by the other day?" Beauty's voice with a certain trill, unspeakable strange, with a strong exotic.

"Did you come to me? How about me alone? Let go of those native species over there, they are all innocent. " Zhou Yi's voice also has a kind of trill, but his voice is a little more awkward, far less pleasant than the voice of the opposite beauty.

"I didn't expect that you could still speak dragon language? Although it's the language of the lowest crawling dragon, it seems that it's reasonable for another day to choose you in your cultivation

When talking, the beauty's eyes stare at Zhou Yi's side. Originally in the state of invisibility and transparency, Wu Neng suddenly had no way to hide in her eyes. She was stared at and showed her form.

Wu Neng drifted to Zhou Yi's body with some helplessness and said to the beautiful woman, "don't worry, Mei Tong."

Zhou Yi's eyes suddenly opened. The girl's name in front of her was Meitong? Why not contact lenses? The beauty glanced at Zhou Yi and said to Wu Neng faintly, "you have already weakened to this point. Alas, who are we now in the weakest time in those years?"

As soon as the words changed, the woman said softly: "it's just the one you chose. How can it be a human? Still so weak? "

Wuneng didn't speak yet. Zhou Yi coldly said, "I'm weak or strong. How do you know if you haven't tried?"

Beauty's eyebrows slightly pick, cold voice way: "you mean you can beat me?"

"I don't have the confidence to beat you, but if you fight for serious injury, you will be seriously injured, and you will sleep for thousands of years. There should be no problem."

Meitong looks at Zhou Yi. She doesn't know where Zhou Yi got so much confidence. It's true that Zhou Yi's sword move of painting the earth as a prison is really very powerful, and the attack of the hidden needle can't be underestimated. The starting style of that attack must be a powerful attack move, but in the face of the silver dragon whose defense and strength can be regarded as the top of the creatures, it's at most troublesome. In the real confrontation, Zhou Yi can't be the opponent at all."Let's have a try."

"Good! But not here, here, will hurt the innocent! "

"Yes, come on." As soon as the body shape of Meitong turns, the wind blows from the flat ground, and people have gone out for a long time.

Zhou Yi looked back at the dignified four prophets and said with a smile, "I'll get busy first, and then I'll go back."

The prophet of the wind stepped forward and said, "Sir, that's the Dragon God. Be careful."

"I know. Don't worry."

Zhou Yi rose from the sky with his flying sword under his feet and disappeared in the eyes of the public in the blink of an eye.

The children of the original species were stunned one by one. They rarely saw the immortal walking on the sword. In addition, Zhou Yi's actions were so natural and unrestrained everywhere. It was really a little heroic. Naturally, they captured the cheers of the children who were originally Zhou Yi's fans.

The children don't know why, but how can the four prophets not worry? It's obvious that the Dragon God's awakening is to find Zhou Yi's trouble, but they don't dare to stop the conflict between the two sides. What should they do? The four prophets decided to find a quiet place to make a good sum up.

With Meitong, Zhou Yi comes to a mountain in the distance, which is very steep, almost a 90 degree cliff. Meitong is standing on the cliff, quietly waiting for her to come.

Meitong looks at Zhou Yi, who is galloping on the sword. There is a trace of dignity in her eyes. It's true that Zhou Yicai is only the cultivation of the golden elixir period, but his fighting power is definitely not the cultivation of the golden elixir period. He should be stronger. The Dragon Blood Sword in Zhou Yi's hand gives people a palpitating and familiar feeling, but she has never seen this magic weapon in her impression. What makes Meitong most concerned about is Zhou Yi's sword moves, which are perfect and flawless. If we want to break Zhou Yi's prison of painting, we can only use absolute force to suppress it.

Meitong is confident that she can break Zhou Yi's prison defense, but it's definitely not a single blow. It may take two times and three times. After all, today she is in a weak period, which is much worse than her peak period. If you can't hurt your opponent badly with one blow, Zhou Yi's second move, which he didn't do, will come out. He is confident that his defense can resist, but Meitong doesn't dare to guarantee that he won't be hurt at all.

When Meitong wakes up, she has a good understanding of the situation of the real world at this time. She knows that she can't get hurt and fall asleep again. If she falls asleep this time, she won't be able to wake up for hundreds of years.

Therefore, although Meitong thinks that Zhou Yi is arrogant and dares to challenge the authority of her superiors, she tolerates it and doesn't attack on the spot.

Zhou Yi falls in front of Meitong, and the distance between them is only 20 meters. This distance is equivalent to standing face to face for the master. The sword shadow around Zhou Yi's body, a large part of which has extended to Meitong's body.

Meitong doesn't suppress Zhou Yi's sword shadow. She just looks at it quietly. "Three punches, if you can stop me three punches, I will recognize your identity."

"Recognition? I still need your approval? And I don't think I'm what you think I am. " Zhou Yi said with a smile, "I can take you three punches, but I need a bet. If you beat me in three punches, I'll let you handle it. But if you don't beat me in three punches, then you're ready to be a servant girl for me."

"Young man, it's arrogant." Meitong carefully examines Zhou Yi and calculates the combat power between the two again. She thinks that three fists should still have confidence to knock down Zhou Yi. Just about to nod her head, she finds that Wu Neng's face shows a look of regret, which seems to be worrying for her? Do you think you will lose the bet? How is that possible?

"No? Hehe, I didn't expect that the powerful dragon clan would be so hesitant. How about ten moves? "

"Don't stir me up. Three punches means three punches. I don't care whether it's life or death. "

"Your little pink fist is like tickling? Hey, hey, so I want you to be my servant girl and beat my legs well. "