"That's the secret book to eliminate children and grandchildren. Do you want to eliminate children and grandchildren in the future? There are so many martial arts in the world, why do you insist on practicing that one? What a bastard." The old man scolded sadly.
The magical power of Xuan Bing and Red Flame is infinite. It can cover your hands with flames and turn your hands with ice. It can do things that others cannot, and it can even delay the aging of the body.
But is there such a thing as a big advantage in the world?
This martial art is filled with evil spirits, ice and fire mix together, damaging the essence and blood.
To put it bluntly, there is no way to have another generation. Although this apprentice is extremely evil and betrays his master, after all, he taught him with his own hands.
Do you want to watch him cut off his descendants with your own eyes?
Looking at the heartbroken old man, his heart, which was wrapped in ice, suddenly felt warm.
Except for this person, no one else in the world dares to yell at him like this.
Jiao Li smiled softly and slowly pulled Yan Xin'er into his arms.
He showed an ambiguous look: "Master, don't worry, before the training is complete, the apprentice must leave a seed for himself."
"Stop talking nonsense and bring out the secret book." The real servant jumped down from the cliff in a whoosh. I am afraid no one would have thought that an old man could be as light as Yan Cheng.
Yan Xin'er was confused as she listened to the conversation between the two. Suddenly, she was forcefully hugged by Jiao Li, and then a threatening voice sounded in her ears: "If anything goes wrong later,
, you will spend the rest of your days in the underground palace forever."
Before Yan Xin'er could react, the silk covering her body was lifted without warning.
The setting sun shone directly in her eyes, and Yan Xin'er closed her eyes subconsciously.
"Huan'er?"
After finally adapting to the light, Yan Xin'er squinted her eyes and saw an old man in white standing against the wind not far away, looking at her with a shocked expression.
She had only seen this kind of expression on her father's face. She remembered that once she had a fever and slept for several days. Her father, fully clothed, waited beside her bed until she woke up. That's when she woke up.
, the expression shown by the father was exactly the same as that of the old man.
The arms around his waist tightened without warning.
This is a reminder and a threat.
Yan Xin'er was about to speak, but found that she could not speak.
Jiao Li smiled arrogantly, like a naughty child: "Look how careless I am." He tapped his hand behind her ear, and Yan Xin'er felt relaxed all over.
This bastard did it on purpose.
"Little bastard, hurry up and let your little junior sister go." Master Taifu ordered sternly, and immediately turned to Yan Xin'er with a comforting smile: "Huan'er, don't worry, the master will come to save you right away."
"If you don't like it, why don't you call me master?" Jiao Li's tone was half gentle and half threatening.
Xuanyuan Mu, Yu Buhuan and himself are all disciples of this old guy.
It turns out that this old man is the master of the man in the painting.
For the sake of her life, Yan Xin'er had no choice but to call out "Master", but she didn't expect that as soon as she finished speaking, the old man froze on the spot, with such a hurt expression that even Jiao Li couldn't bear it.
"You're not Huan'er." His Huan'er wouldn't call him that unfamiliar.
The ruse was exposed, but Jiao Li didn't feel the slightest bit annoyed. He said half-heartedly as a compliment: "Master is indeed very powerful. He can guess the truth and lies with just one sentence."
The master servant glared fiercely: "Jiao Li, it's you."
"That's the secret book to eliminate children and grandchildren. Do you want to eliminate children and grandchildren in the future? There are so many martial arts in the world, why do you insist on practicing that one? What a bastard." The old man scolded sadly.
The magical power of Xuan Bing and Red Flame is infinite. It can cover your hands with flames and turn your hands with ice. It can do things that others cannot, and it can even delay the aging of the body.
But is there such a thing as a big advantage in the world?
This martial art is filled with evil spirits, ice and fire mix together, damaging the essence and blood.
To put it bluntly, there is no way to have another generation. Although this apprentice is extremely evil and betrays his master, after all, he taught him with his own hands.
Do you want to watch him cut off his descendants with your own eyes?
Looking at the heartbroken old man, his heart, which was wrapped in ice, suddenly felt warm.
Except for this person, no one else in the world dares to yell at him like this.
Jiao Li smiled softly and slowly pulled Yan Xin'er into his arms.
He showed an ambiguous look: "Master, don't worry, before the training is complete, the apprentice must leave a seed for himself."
"Stop talking nonsense and bring out the secret book." The real servant jumped down from the cliff in a whoosh. I am afraid no one would have thought that an old man could be as light as Yan Cheng.
Yan Xin'er was confused as she listened to the conversation between the two. Suddenly, she was forcefully hugged by Jiao Li, and then a threatening voice sounded in her ears: "If anything goes wrong later,
, you will spend the rest of your days in the underground palace forever."
Before Yan Xin'er could react, the silk covering her body was lifted without warning.
The setting sun shone directly in her eyes, and Yan Xin'er closed her eyes subconsciously.
"Huan'er?"
After finally adapting to the light, Yan Xin'er squinted her eyes and saw an old man in white standing against the wind not far away, looking at her with a shocked expression.
She had only seen this kind of expression on her father's face. She remembered that once she had a fever and slept for several days. Her father, fully clothed, waited beside her bed until she woke up. That's when she woke up.
, the expression shown by the father was exactly the same as that of the old man.
The arms around his waist tightened without warning.
This is a reminder and a threat.
Yan Xin'er was about to speak, but found that she could not speak.
Jiao Li smiled arrogantly, like a naughty child: "Look how careless I am." He tapped his hand behind her ear, and Yan Xin'er felt relaxed all over.
This bastard did it on purpose.
"Little bastard, hurry up and let your little junior sister go." Master Taifu ordered sternly, and immediately turned to Yan Xin'er with a comforting smile: "Huan'er, don't worry, the master will come to save you right away."
"If you don't like it, why don't you call me master?" Jiao Li's tone was half gentle and half threatening.
Xuanyuan Mu, Yu Buhuan and himself are all disciples of this old guy.
It turns out that this old man is the master of the man in the painting.
For the sake of her life, Yan Xin'er had no choice but to call out "Master", but she didn't expect that as soon as she finished speaking, the old man froze on the spot, with such a hurt expression that even Jiao Li couldn't bear it.
"You're not Huan'er." His Huan'er wouldn't call him that unfamiliar.
The ruse was exposed, but Jiao Li didn't feel the slightest bit annoyed. He said half-heartedly as a compliment: "Master is indeed very powerful. He can guess the truth and lies with just one sentence."
The master servant glared fiercely: "Jiao Li, it's you."
