Jun Moyuan looked at the little girl with a gentle face from beginning to end, without any hint of worry. There was even a hint of smile on the corner of his mouth. She was just a little monster. With the strength of his little girl, she didn't even need it.

How much does it cost?

If it were the little girl before the Spirit King realm, he would still be worried, but since the little girl advanced again, he is not worried at all. With the little girl's current strength and the secret methods she possesses, as long as he doesn't encounter

She can escape unscathed even if she is a powerful person in the realm of gods.

Although Leng Wuyou's level is not high, her explosive power is simply abnormal, her spiritual power can be self-sufficient, and her ability to cross levels is very strong, especially since she is a dual practitioner of both spiritual and martial arts, and has a weak body without spiritual training.

It's even easier to get up, and you don't have to worry about others getting close to you.

If Jun Moyuan's strength were suppressed to the same level as Leng Wuyou, it would be difficult to escape.

Seeing the hurricane tornado approaching rapidly, Leng Wuyousu spread his hands, and from his white and tender palms, fierce wind swirled out, and green light instantly covered it.

That is the howling of the wind.

Brutal, fierce and unscrupulous.

The green spiral whirlpool was suddenly thrown out by her, and the tornado vortex, which was originally only the size of a palm, instantly spun to a height of more than one meter. For a moment, the sky was filled with wind and sand, and dust was flying, blurring the human eye.

boom

boom

Three tornadoes collided violently in the air, instantly stirring up a repelling wind. From the moment when the three tornadoes collided, they spread to the surroundings, and for a while, many people and people who were fighting around were swept away.

The dove dragon was thrown away.

A vacuum zone formed around Leng Wuyou and the Spirit King-level dove dragon.

The fierce wind ruthlessly ruffled Leng Wuyou's black hair, her clothes were flying, her peerless face was expressionless, her black pupils were deep, and a fierce murderous intention was gathered between her eyebrows.

Due to this incident, the people in the area around them who were still fighting Jiulong temporarily stopped what they were doing and looked over involuntarily, just in time to see this scene.

Their eyes couldn't help but be dazzled by what a beautiful young man.

Yes, beautiful.

Apart from beauty, they couldn't find any words to describe him.

His white jade-like skin was inlaid with delicate facial features, and the solemn look between his brows gave his overly delicate cheeks a bit of cold handsomeness.

He has stunning facial features and outstanding temperament, but the most eye-catching thing is his eyes.

The eyes are as clear and bright as obsidian, as if one can see the stars in the sky, and sometimes there are deep ones, as if one can see the devil in hell.

Putting these two different colors together, they are like two extremes, contradictory, but consistent with each other. If these extremes are placed on other people, it will make people feel very unacceptable.

However, there is a strange charm about him, just like how he should be. People can't help but be in awe, and at the same time, people can't help but want to indulge in his eyes.

Some people even looked at Leng Wuyou's eyes, and unconscious confusion appeared on their faces. They didn't even know that danger was approaching. It wasn't until the pain came that they came back to their senses in fear and joined the battle again.

Among them, it was obvious that when fighting the dove dragons, their eyes would look towards Leng Wuyou and the others from time to time.

Jun Moyuan was so perceptive that when he noticed the way those people looked at the little girl, he immediately became displeased and a cold aura covered him.

It's a pity that Leng Wuyou was still fighting the dove dragon and didn't notice his emotional changes at all. Naturally, he didn't have time to pay attention to him. Besides, being distracted during the battle was a taboo.

Only Jian Yi, who was close to Jun Moyuan, could detect a hint of coldness, but they didn't know where the coldness came from, because their attention was all on Leng Wuyou, although they felt the coldness.

However, they only thought it was blown by the wind and didn't take it to heart.
Chapter completed!