"King Xiaoyao..."

The woman's sweet voice came.

"Xia Ji..."

A slight drag and a little coquettish voice came again.

The little feet covered with red flower oil stepped on the cold deck, Wu Xingyun tiptoed and shouted softly on the deck with his neck proudly.

Tonight, she felt a palpitations, as if something was about to happen.

Xia Ji yawned and pushed the door open.

Clang...

The door was pulled down by the whole thing and then moved one time, which was a sign of being pulled by a huge force.

Xia Ji:???

Grasp the handle and pull it back.

The door returned as a whole.

Xia Ji:???

When did you become more powerful?

He thought for a while, and suddenly felt a little enlightened in his heart:

[Gianling Xuanjian] As long as you practice to the corresponding level, you can have the corresponding strange power?

But didn’t you still need to use true energy to drive it?

Why now?

This... is no longer a martial art, but a permanent "personal attribute" improvement, right?

That fifth grade really underestimated this mysterious skill.

This is only after reaching the thirteenth level that a strange, subtle qualitative change occurred?

He carefully grabbed the handle and pulled the door back again.

Bang!

The hand was crushed.

Xia Ji:!!!

Damn it.

How can I hug the girl after this?

Is this hug going to kill a girl in your arms?

At this moment, Xia Ji thought a lot...

He calmed down and went to the small balcony outside the door, lay on the railing, looking at Wu Xingyun on the deck, "What's wrong?"

Wu Xingyun looked up at the boy and suddenly said, "Prince, I don't want to be alone tonight..."

Xia Jiqi said: "Black poppy is also on the boat, you can go find her."

Wu Xingyun: "No, I want you to accompany you."

She always feels strange today.

Restless.

Xia Ji asked: "Why?"

Wu Xingyun said: "It seems that there is a bad omen."

"A bad omen?"

Xia Ji looked down at the chest of the Fengyue Demon Sect leader and said blankly: "No."

Wu Xingyun:???

She suddenly thought of the strange things invented by the Northern Yi Ren. Although they were only partially transferred to the Central Plains, they were also very ashamed and shy when they saw them. There were many of these things under the cabin of the Xiaoyao, all of which were tributes.

She hurriedly said, "No, no, I have an unknown premonition, I always feel that something is about to happen."

Xia Ji held his chin and felt it.

The spiritual consciousness was released and enveloped the entire sky, just like a god began to listen.

A little moment.

Nothing unusual.

Xia Ji asked: "Does there are so many days every month that feel unknown? Just drink more hot water."

Wu Xingyun:???

However, in the end, Xia Ji went down to the deck.

The two sat face to face at the long table. There were still undestroyed lanterns on the lake in the distance, and there were bellows and swallows on the shore, with red and green clothes dancing with silk belts...

Wu Xingyun said: "I was wondering if Chikui had put some strange spell on me. Now it's time, he started to urge the spell..."

Xia Ji: "The Demon Sect leader can still do this?"

Wu Xingyun: "The power techniques of the Demon Cult are very diverse, including Earth Qi Demonic Way, Spiritual Practice, Eyes Technique, Forging of Demon Soldiers, Qimen Weapons... Curses are also spiritual, Chi Kui is unfathomable. He can curse and curse me, it is not surprising."

"curse?"

Xia Ji murmured twice, "How are you sure that not the one who comes once a month?"

"Hate!" Wu Xingyun gave him a fierce look.

The two suddenly fell silent.

Lie on this table, there are a few small bottles of fine wine and some high-end condiments for eating. This is a dining table.

Bang!!

The table was suddenly broken.

Wu Xingyun was stunned for a moment, and his whole body lost weight in the air, but his snow-white toes were like a crane, spinning and jumping, and the black veil was lingering like a cloud, and it fell not far away in an instant, looking alert.

Looking at King Xiaoyao again, Xia Ji lay speechlessly on the ground, and the wooden table had long been cracked.

He did not get up immediately, but fell into a confused thought.

Hmm...

Should this [Gianling Xuanjian] continue to practice?

Xia Ji only felt that his power was even greater than that of the giant elephant at this time.

As the saying goes, kill a cow with one punch, if the punch force is 2,200 kilograms, then the cow power is 2.2 tons.

One elephant is about three cows, and there are 6.6 tons there.

The dragon power circulating in this world is even more equal to ten elephants, that is 66 tons.

Of course, the 66 tons of Longli should be just a passing line.

My current power is 30 tons in normal state. If I use the [Sun Indestructible True Body], it is 40 tons. In addition, [Fire Strategy] will seize popularity and condense military souls and turn into giants. That will be high.

in other words...

Regardless of the skills, I am already half a dragon wrapped in human skin.

It is not appropriate to say that dragons are because their defense has not been achieved. If you stand and let others attack, if you do not use the [Sun Indestructible True Body] to transform, then as long as a knife is cut from your throat, you will still die.

If you don’t use your true qi, you will still be poisoned to death as long as you drink poison.

If there is no resistance, then the so-called soul attack can still kill yourself.

This is the real world.

Wu Xingyun looked at it for a while and seemed to have not found the invading enemy, so he looked at the table again.

What's going on???

She ran to the side of Xiaoyao King and squatted down.

The boy seemed to be dizzy, his eyes were clear and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Prince?"

She called out softly.

Xia Ji came back to his senses and faced the glittering gaze of the leader of the Fengyue Demon Sect.

He stood up calmly and patted the stained dust.

"Master Wu, you have gained weight! The table is overwhelmed by you."

Wu Xingyun:???

"I..."
To be continued...