After he finished speaking, he didn't care if there was any sound coming from the hall, so he pulled Ye Taotao and rushed inside.
Zong Shao thought happily: Hehehe, he has been away from the sect for so many years, the master must be thinking about him very much, right?
I remembered that when I was a child, I was still a baby and was picked up by my master. I would practice with the puppets on the mountain every day with a wooden sword. Even if I was hit, knocked, touched or bruised by the puppets, my master was fine.
Know the big and small.
Later, when he got older and had a higher level of cultivation, he went out to practice. Although his master didn't say anything about it every time he went out, he knew that the master was thinking about him in his heart.
Every time he comes back, Master will carefully check whether there are any hidden injuries or old diseases on his body. If there are no hidden injuries, he will breathe a sigh of relief.
Master cares about him so much. He must be very happy to see him come back safely this time, right?
Just as Zong Shao was thinking happily, he suddenly noticed a strong gust of wind coming towards his face!
Zong Shao was suddenly startled. Although he was puzzled, his body reacted instinctively based on years of combat experience. He quickly pushed Ye Taotao aside and turned over in an attempt to neutralize the attack.
But this move was fierce and merciless. Even though Zong Shao responded in time, he was still at a disadvantage. Half of his arm was hit by the strong wind. Suddenly, his whole wrist was sore and numb, and a thin layer of wounds formed in an instant.
ice.
It’s Master!
Zong Shao immediately realized who was attacking him, because his master, Mio Zhujun, had a single spiritual root of ice attribute, and he practiced the same technique.
But why would Master suddenly attack him?
Zong Shao's cultivation was far higher than that of Wen Ci. He used his spiritual power to attack the meridians on his wrist and easily melted away the ice.
"Master?"
He looked at the figure floating in the depths of the hall in confusion. Through the layers of gauze curtains, the figure stood in the dark, and his figure became a little blurry.
Before the man behind the curtain could react, Ye Taotao, who had just been pushed away by Zong Shao, got up from the ground, and his big eyes lit up like two small light bulbs.
bulingbuling sparkling.
"Found you!"
The little girl cheered, immediately threw off her two short legs, and ran quickly towards the depths of the hall, her clothes trying to catch the figure.
Zong Shao was suddenly shocked, thinking about how his master had treated him mercilessly just now, let alone this little girl.
He instinctively exclaimed, "Be careful!"
Before the words could be heard, the gauze curtains in the hall started to flutter without any wind, and several rays of cold light shot out from the figure in the dark, hitting Ye Taotao directly.
The little monster looked at the approaching attack. There was no sign of flinching on its little face. Instead, its eyes became brighter and brighter. Its white and tender little face pretended to be mature. Then, with a twist of its waist, it used the magic in its dream.
The young man once taught him the movement technique.
Her steps were like stepping on smoke and the moon, erratic. Her whole body was as light and nimble as a butterfly wearing flowers. She easily dodged several rays of cold light and approached Mio Zhujun.
Zong Shao, who was about to rush over to save people, his eyes widened and his steps stopped in place. He couldn't recover for a long time and just stared at Ye Taotao blankly.
"Tao, Junior Sister Taotao..." He opened his mouth blankly, then raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, suspecting that he had seen wrongly.
Ye Taotao was only in the foundation building stage, how could he avoid the attack of his master who had already transformed into a god?
But she actually managed to escape.
At first glance, his movement skills don't seem to be extremely subtle. The movement trajectory can even be captured with the naked eye. It's not that it's ghostly and difficult to distinguish, but it focuses more on aesthetics.
However, each of Mizhujun's attacks failed. Each time, it seemed that he was just a little bit within reach, but Ye Taotao dodged him just like a coincidence.
At this moment, Zong Shao not only stopped worrying, but also felt depressed: Junior Sister Taotao is only an outer disciple and is so powerful, there must be many people who want to steal him to become a disciple, right? My master is afraid that all
Can't be ranked.
Alas, the little junior sister I missed so much is gone.
Mio Zhujun squinted his eyes and looked at the little girl who was getting closer and closer. A trace of confusion flashed in his eyes. He seemed to be unable to figure out how such a little girl who seemed to be only in the late stage of foundation building could escape.
own attack.
But he didn't panic. He raised his hand and made another move. This time, his natal magical weapon appeared in his hand, which was a white jade flute. The color was like an ice sculpture made of snow, with a faint cold glow floating on it.
Except for the owner who is holding this white jade Xiao, anyone who is touched by it will feel a chill. Those with low cultivation may even be frozen on the spot and turned into an ice sculpture.
Bai Yuxiao waved at Ye Taotao at an almost tricky angle, and when he was about to hit him, the little girl turned around like a loach and narrowly dodged.
Just when Zong Shao was admiring the little girl's agility, he saw Mizhujun holding the jade flute in his backhand, putting it to his lips, lowering his eyes, and began to play with a whimper.
The physical attack can be easily avoided, but how can the all-pervasive music block it?
As the flute sounded, the temperature in the hall dropped extremely. In an instant, it felt as if it had reached the twelfth lunar month of winter, to the point where dripping water could turn into ice.
The frost-white crystals centered around Mizhujun's feet and spread in all directions. In the blink of an eye, frost flowers covered the ground and spread toward Ye Taotao.
And this music seems to have a captivating effect. It is so desolate and sad that it can make any listener move to tears. It can even subconsciously remind the listener of loneliness and sadness, making the listener addicted to it and unable to extricate themselves.
In the sound of music, Ye Taotao subconsciously thought of the fate of the monster clan being bullied, and of the dead Taotie on the mural...
Could it be that she is the last Taotie in the world? But is she really capable of being the princess of the monster clan?
There were too many things she wanted to do, but she was so weak that she couldn't achieve it as quickly as possible. She could only watch her people suffer.
He even dared not tell his friends and relatives about his identity.
The road to becoming a princess is so lonely and lonely. Is it really worth it?
The sound of the flute became more and more desolate as the flute was blown, and the soft and gentle voice, like a cry and a complaint, wrapped around Ye Taotao densely like invisible threads, making her unable to resist any longer.
I am really too tired, why not just sleep quietly with my tears on my pillow...
At this moment, a terrifying roar was heard from Ye Taotao's feet. From the black shadow under her feet, a huge monster struggled to vaguely emerge!