Youth's Cultivation

Chapter 1187

Wang Xiaohu's cultivation in the early stage of the fit environment was completely ignored, and the colorful Firebird on his shoulder was even ignored.

Ling Jianming and Ling Jianlan also fly away at the same time, but Wang Xiaohu and Su bandits quickly catch up. Although the blood fairy has good strength, it is not the enemy of the three.

Hundreds of miles later, it was far away from the scope of Ling Tianjian sect. The blood fairy and Ling Mufeng disappeared, and Wang Xiaohu and Su bandits were also preparing to fight with the one-on-one Jiejing sword repair.

"Elder martial brother, I'm not interested in that old woman. I'll give it to you!" As Wang Xiaohu said, his figure flashed and stepped out a hundred feet in one step. He appeared less than three feet in front of Ling Jianming. He held the dragon and Phoenix swords in both hands. The light of black and white converged and blended, circling and cutting at Ling Jianming.

"Clever little beast, you want to die!" Although Ling Jianlan is not young, she is quite young compared with her accomplishments. But Wang Xiaohu, an old woman, directly angered Ling Jianlan. For many years, no one dared to say that about herself, or never dared to call her an old woman.

"I'm not young, and I'm not young! But this kind of old woman can't bear my younger martial brother's small body. I'd better do it for him! " The voice of the evil spirit of Su bandits came, and Ling Jianlan trembled angrily. She drew a blue light with a silver spirit sword in her hand and cut it down. She wanted to split Su Qiyuan in half with a sword.

On the other hand, Ling Jianming was not angry because of Wang Xiaohu's sneak attack.

"Well, the power of life and death, you should have understood a kind of sword meaning, which really surprised Ben Xian!" Ling Jianming is not angry, but interested. If this guy is captured alive, won't his secret become his own secret?

"Accident, but more than that... Thief bird, work!"

Wang Xiaohu said, and the thief bird on his shoulder flew into a flame and flew towards Ling Jianming.

"Eh, the blood of the divine beast really surprised Ben Xian, but what kind of divine beast is this..."

Ling Jianming looked at the thief bird with great interest and didn't pay attention to the thief bird at all, because the level of the thief bird is only the later stage of the seventh level, which is equivalent to the cultivation in the later stage of the fit environment. It's too far from him.

Ling Jianming didn't even take out the spirit sword. She grabbed the thief bird with her bare hands. She was bored in the air and said, "it's better to hurry here. Jianlan, I'll clean up the boy first and help the third uncle..."

It was as if he had already eaten them.

"Boy, didn't your parents teach you not to underestimate the bird master?" The thief bird turned its eyes and spewed out a black flame from its mouth.

"The earth's heart is burning..." Ling Jianming had a good knowledge and recognized it for the first time.

Although the cultivation of the thief bird was not in his eyes, the hell in the earth was burning, which was a different fire from heaven and earth. Even he didn't dare to try it easily, so when Ling Jianming turned his spirit sword, a golden ripple sprang up, as if supporting a layer of shielding.

The fire from the thief bird's mouth fell on the golden ripples and couldn't move forward.

"Hum, a flat haired beast, also wants to calculate Ben Xian!" Ling Jianming said disdainfully, but he didn't mean to kill the thief bird. Instead, he had a silver rope in his hand and shot at the thief bird.

"Hoo..."

The thief bird flashed and appeared outside dozens of photos to avoid Ling Jianming's attack.

Ling Jianming let out a light sigh. What kind of beast is this? The speed is so fast.

But it made him more excited. If he took the thief bird, he would be a big helper in the future.

But before Ling Jianming catches the thief bird again, Wang Xiaohu's two sword lights have fallen.