Chapter 83

"It's better not."

Those people were relieved.

Ziqianmo then stretched out her claws and knocked on Mo Yan's chest. Do you know that you are so easy to lose me?

Mo Yan stares at the "Pendant" on his chest.

It seems that Bai Tuanzi is playing a small temper. Although she looks cold on her face, the tip of her tail shows that she is very angry at the moment.

Just now, she knocked him with her paw. It was with a lot of strength. He almost stood unsteadily and stepped back.

This is still in the case of his high cultivation.

If anyone around here is knocked on the chest by the white ball, it is estimated that he will fall to the ground, or fracture and spit blood.

Ziqianmo

He doesn't understand me yet?!

There are so many people around me, I can't speak, or I will expose the identity of the demon.

Mo Yan doesn't want to be in a stalemate with the white hair group any more. He wants to find a weapon on the hidden sword Pavilion.

The sword he is using now can't keep up with his level.

Since baimaotuan refused to leave, he had to do it——

Mo Yan raised his hand and poked baimaotuanzi with the hilt.

The eyes of ziqianmo narrowed unhappily.

What's wrong?

What do you mean by stabbing me with a sword?

Not gentle at all. Don't you know how to use your hands?

This demon's soft and beautiful fur is damaged by your sword handle. Do you pay for it?

"If you don't go down, don't blame me for being rude." Mo Yan's patience has reached the limit.

Ziqianmo yawned with disdain (~ o ~)

Come on, you're welcome to me.

See what you can do for me.

Is it not to carry the fur on the demon's neck and throw the demon out? Tell you that is absolutely impossible drop, fish lips of human beings, this demon will make you doubt life.

However, unexpectedly, Mo Yan didn't touch her with any hand, as if he intended to avoid her.

On the contrary, he started his vigorous Qi to protect his body, which was surging like the tide and rippled out in an attempt to shake the white hair ball away from his body.

When Mo Yan entered the secret land of burning Xi, he suppressed his accomplishments to the state of great perfection.

That is the highest cultivation allowed by the secret place of burning Xi.

Ziqianmo immediately felt the danger.

She repressed the Yang God's cultivation to the upper level of her birth, which is a small level lower than Mo Yanshi's, but we can't underestimate such a level. There is an essential difference in strength between Da Yuanman level and the upper level, which is at least five times the suppression.

Under the shock of the wave tide like vigorous Qi, the white hair on xiaobaize's body stood up, like a hedgehog.

She was quick, like a white phantom, she flipped in the air and dodged for the first time.

Naturally, the claw that grasps Mo Yan's chest clothes also loosened.

Angry!

Ziqianmo fell on the shoulder of the cultivator who asked whether Mo Yan baimaotuanzi was raised by him. He raised his paw and gave it to him.

Let you talk more!

The answer this demon does not like to listen, is your fault, asked the question is not good!

The practitioner let out a scream, and there were three blood marks on his face, which ran through his left eye, nose and right eye symmetrically, which was the same as the wound on Tang Muyan's face.

Anyway, she won't do it to the people she chooses.

Then it's up to you to bear the anger of this demon! That's unreasonable!

Scratch a person, still feel not enough to relieve.