Chapter 215 218: Aura Stronger Than a Millennium Spirit Beast
Chapter 215 218: A breath stronger than a thousand-year-old spirit beast
"Shh."
His white jade fingers were placed on her mouth, which were cold.
Yu Wushuang couldn't help but look a little weird in his eyes, with a sullen expression.
Chunxia and Qiu Shuang even turned around and ran away. This was too... It didn't matter that they were playing around at night, it was broad daylight now.
Jing Fanzhi's eyes widened as he was lying on the wall. As soon as he climbed up, he encountered such an exciting scene. The rumors on the street that Yu Wushuang was lustful were true.
Look at this broad daylight - prostitution in broad daylight!
Tsk tsk, I didn’t see it.
Di Yan's head was slightly closer and his eyes were half-squinted. The red mole was like a ignited spark, extremely charming.
"Don't blame me for being rude if you don't get up." Yu Wushuang moved her little hand, and the silver needle was already between her two fingers.
Di Yan's squinted eyes opened, he lowered his eyes to look at her, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he slowly stood up straight.
"You'd better make it clear to me, or else-" The sharpness in her eyes suddenly rose.
Di Yan sat on the stone bench, carrying a pot and getting himself a cup of tea. Before Yu Wushuang got angry, he said slowly: "You have the aura of a spiritual beast, and -"
He paused for a moment.
Yu Wushuang was shocked. He felt the aura of a spiritual beast on her body. Was it the aura emitted by the green water spirit that entered the space and reached her body?
Probably not.
"And?" She raised her eyebrows.
"It's very powerful. It's more powerful than the aura of the thousand-year-old spirit beast on Lingshan Mountain."
Yu Wushuang was shocked again. The aura that was stronger than the thousand-year-old spirit beast must not be the blue water spirit. What was it?
She seemed to have never seen any other spiritual beasts except the Bishuiling. How could she have such a powerful spirit beast?
Suddenly, she remembered that Di Yan had said something like this before in the barrier. Could it be that there were other spiritual beasts following her?
Jing Fanzhi on the wall was even more surprised when he heard this. Yu Wushuang has an aura more powerful than a thousand-year-old spirit beast?
The Thousand-Year Spirit Beast is already a very domineering existence. What kind of aura is stronger than the Thousand-Year Spirit Beast?
Most people sign a contract for several decades, up to four to five hundred years. To sign a thousand-year-old spiritual beast, a super practitioner must be extremely talented.
That man said he was stronger than a thousand-year-old spirit beast?
Come on, this is bluffing, he wants to know where Bi Shuiling is now.
"Why?"
Jing Fanzhi accidentally made a sound, and in a blink of an eye a silver needle came. By the time he noticed it, the needle was already in front of him and scratched straight through his neck.
He fell into the yard, got up, and a small scar suddenly appeared on his fair neck.
"From the priest's house?"
Yu Wushuang asked in a calm voice.
"Forehead……"
Jing Fan was stunned as his identity was recognized. If he admitted it, it would be too embarrassing for the priest's house.
"no."
"Since it's not the case, there's no need to be merciful." Yu Wushuang raised his hand, silver light flashed, and the second silver needle came out.
Jing Fanzhi hurriedly used his fearful energy, and his breath greeted him: "Quicksand, go."
The orange aura quickly condensed into a tough weapon, as numerous as quicksand.
The silver needle seemed to be alive, nimbly avoiding the attack and flying straight away. Even if the breath met the silver needle, the silver needle penetrated and instantly dispelled the orange fear.
Jing Fanzhi's eyes widened, obediently, what on earth could he be afraid of? There was no resistance at all when faced with it, and instead it was scattered!
"I surrender."
The silver needle flew in front of him and he shouted urgently.
The silver needle slowly swirled between his eyebrows, almost touching his skin.
Jing Fan was frightened. If he had murderous intentions, he would die in the West at this time.