"Little fairy, can you give me some advice?"

"How to give me some advice?"

"Just fight me..."

This Jun Zhufeng's second senior brother Zhao Yunchen is really curious about the strength of the immortal level.

In the first two months, he never dared to speak like this, but after being together for so long, the eight or nine-year-old boy had nothing else except for the great power of the first peak when he rode a white fish to the first peak half a year ago.

He has never taken action.

Haven't shown any strength.

Have never used magic weapons.

It's like an ordinary boy.

It even makes people think that he is a fake immortal.

At the same time, he will chat and laugh with others.

Without any airs, it is very approachable.

Now Junior Sister Yu Zhuo has begun to treat him as a cute boy. Whenever she goes out to visit the mountain gate, she will say that the cute little fairy in our mountain.

But Zhao Yunchen's heart was always itchy. He had seen the lunar eclipse of the empty ship now in the deep valley, and also saw the man on the bow of the ship.

How cool.

How extraordinary.

How unruly it is.

He had never cared about this once mortal Xiaoyao King who was far away millions of kilometers away.

But now because the relationship is close, he begins to understand.

Jiufeng has a close relationship with the Nankai Dojo Sect and even the Jiang family, the leader of the Southern Dynasties. Almost every six months, there will be empty ships traveling back and forth between the two sides. As the outpost of Jiufeng, the First Peak can naturally directly contact these merchants from the Great Zhou Dynasty.

Zhao Yunchen began to know the past deeds of this Xiaoyao King, and he became more and more curious.

What kind of power can make a young man with only the extraordinary realm preach the world after enlightenment, leaving behind a free travel and riding Kunpeng to the East China Sea?

Zhao Yunchen couldn't help but beg, "Little Immortal, let's fight."

Xia Ji sat on the stone, looked at the muscle lump and yawned: "No."

"Why not fight?"

"I don't want to fight."

Zhao Yunchen used the provocation method: "You are not injured, so you are worried that you can't beat me, right?"

Xia Ji smiled and said, "Yes, seriously injured."

Zhao Yunchen:...

This reckless martial arts genius was a little sad. He looked up at the nine-year-old boy on the stone like a resentful woman and said, "But I really want to see how the immortal's martial arts are. Little immortal, please help me."

Xia Ji shook his head.

Zhao Yunchen hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth and said, "Then...then I offended you, I really can't control myself."

After saying that, he thought that the little fairy was awesome anyway, so he would try it.

So, the method of using the soul to control the two fingers was used, and the broad sword behind it was unsheathed.

A cold light as thick as a bucket flashed in the air.

Zhao Yunchen is also considered to be somewhat powerful.

When others control flying swords, people stand still.

But when the flying sword was shot out, he also carried a pair of fists as big as a bowl, and his muscles swelled, making a sound like a burst of beans.

He yelled and warned: "Be careful!!"

The fist wind and the sword wind swept to the same time.

But Zhao Yunchen also kept his hand a little, so he bombed the little fairy at the feet of the little fairy.

The fierce figure rushed to the scene quickly.

boom!!

Stone chips splash.

This punch was solid.

However, the little fairy disappeared.

Zhao Yunchen had the instinct of a beast, so he immediately stood up, put up the sky cannon with both fists, and a force ran from his feet to his waist, then rushed to his muscled arms, and then extended his fists.

This punch can break the iron!

However, it was still empty.

Zhao Yunchen:???

At this moment, the flying sword completed two clockwise indiscriminate range attacks.

only...

Side head.

The nine-year-old boy was already far away at some point.

He stepped on the stone road in the mountains, held his head with his hands, and leisurely walked down the road. The white fairy sycamore in the mountains fell behind him and fluttered in the air, like floating clouds.

Zhao Yunchen looked confused.

When did it pass?

Why don’t you even realize it?

This martial arts fanatic is very competitive and has a reckless attitude, so he is not willing to give up. So he shouted again: "Little Immortal, be careful."

The strong man, who was two meters and four in height, took a deep breath and his muscles rose a little more, like stacked bronze blocks.

"Fist and Sword"!!"

His soul is now at the second limit of heaven and man, and his strength is also at the level of top masters who practice horizontally in the mortal world. His personality of a martial arts fanatic is the type of person with the strongest intuition in the battle, not to mention that he has that flying sword.

The sword energy tear apart the white fairy sycamore.

And he was like a demon tiger, pulling out the afterimage on the mountain road, and the ground made a loud drum sound.

This time, Zhao Yunchen locked in the eight or nine-year-old boy.

The boy turned his head slightly and did not dodge.

Zhao Yunchen was so angry that he roared: "This is an advice!"

He was like a crazy bull that could no longer stop, a train that failed to brake and crashed towards the boy down the mountain road.

It's coming in an instant!

However...

Clang...

The flying sword seemed to have lost its power, and its connection with him was cut off directly and fell on the stone road.

Xia Ji raised his left hand and stretched out an index finger with his left hand. The index finger gently tapped the huge impact force like a bull.

Zhao Yunchen stopped.

He felt that the power of his whole body was like a stone sinking into the sea and disappeared.

He stared at the little finger.

The little finger was pressing against his fist.

According to what he thought, the boy should have been blown away by him and even broken his fingers.

However, the little finger trembled without trembling for a moment.

It was as if the dragon's claws gently blocked the impact of the little white rabbit.

Zhao Yunchen found that no matter how hard he tried, he could not make any progress. His fingers were blocking his way softly, but he could not make any progress!!

“Too weak.”

Xia Ji gently spit out three words, withdrew his fingers, turned around, and continued to leisurely head down the mountain.

Only the second senior brother was left sweating heavily and stayed on the spot.

As the boy went farther away, he felt that his connection with the fairy sword was slowly recovering.

But he no longer cared about this.

That finger...

Just like this day.
To be continued...