With such an appearance and temperament, one can’t help but feel that he should be an elegant scholar with a book in hand, standing by the lake in the wind, with a graceful and graceful appearance.
However, for such a "literary man", his attacks were extremely precise and ruthless, and he was obviously a master among masters.
If Yun Luo hadn't dodged quickly enough, he would have been seriously injured by his finger before he met her.
The puppet vine is evil and bloodthirsty, and most people would not dare to touch it, but it could not do anything to him. Instead, he easily held it in the palm of his hand, like a toy.
In addition, when this man first appeared, the air became obviously humid and thick with water vapor.
This is not a natural change, but is affected by the spiritual power spreading around him.
The man is good at water spiritual power, and his strength is extremely powerful, to the extent that he can activate the spiritual energy of heaven and earth as soon as he appears without taking action.
This is a state that even the ninth-level peak Master Feng has not reached.
This is——
Half-step to innateness!!
It’s not the false realm of Feng Zun who has half of his foot in and the other half of his foot still outside the threshold.
It is a true half-step innateness, and I am afraid that there is only a slight difference between it and a breakthrough.
Yun Luo narrowed his eyes slightly, guessing the man's identity.
At the same time, Ji Xiuling, who was almost stabbed by the puppet vine, came to her senses. She glanced at the back of her hand in shock, and then hurriedly checked the prince to make sure that his body was not injured.
A vicious and ferocious look suddenly appeared on Ji Xiuling's face.
She pushed the prince behind her with her backhand, allowing many men in black to protect him. Then she waved her hands, wielding powerful spiritual power in her palms, and walked towards Yunluo menacingly.
"Bitch, let me see what else you can do now!"
Ji Xiuling was obviously furious at Yun Luo's act of holding the prince hostage, and planned to teach her a lesson herself.
A sneer curled up at the corner of Yun Luo's mouth, "This is better.
She was not afraid of Ji Xiuling's action, and wished she would come to her door.
Ji Xiuling's strength is only around the eighth level, which is a whole level lower than Yun Luo, so she can't see through Yun Luo's current strength at all, and thinks that she is a turtle in the urn and can be easily captured.
It's a pity that she can't see through it, but there are people who can see through it.
Ji Xiuling had just taken two angrily steps when the man in blue clothes stopped her with his hand.
"Aren't you her opponent, rushing over to seek death?" The man's tone was soft, but his words were unceremonious, with the lazy arrogance of a superior.
Ji Xiuling had to stop and looked very ugly: "Uncle, are you kidding? How can I not be the opponent of this bitch?"
She stretched out her hand and pointed directly at Yun Luo's nose, shaking off her phoenix sleeves, trembling with anger, as if she had been severely humiliated.
But even so, Ji Xiuling seemed to be in awe of the man. Not only did she use honorific words, but with her bad temper and arrogance, she didn't seem to dare to disobey the man easily.
Uncle Master?
Yun Luo listened calmly and did not act rashly.
She knows very little about the internal affairs of the Chongyun Sect, and it would not be a bad thing to know more about it.
After hearing Ji Xiuling's words, the elegant man in blue clothes finally moved his eyes away from the water polo and glanced at her lightly: "What is your strength now?"
"...Uncle Master, why do you ask questions knowingly?" Ji Xiuling suppressed her anger.
"I am asking you, and the answer is this." The man said in a tone that did not allow for criticism.
"Eighth level." Ji Xiuling gritted her teeth and squeezed out two words.