Chapter 292 Fighting outside the courtyard

Or are several people along the way with him and the girl not interested in the magic soldier?

As if he saw through the doubts of the dragon's legacy, Han Zijin gently opened his lips, and his voice was as ethereal as the smoke cloud veil he was wearing: "In the final analysis, the magic soldier is also a tool for killing, which is no different from ordinary weapons." After saying that, he gently raised his feet and his clothes shook slightly. He slowly approached him with the branches under his feet. At the same time, his red lips were still open and closed: "Phantom chasing the wind and disappeared for decades. Some days ago, I accidentally learned that you actually made me so fascinated today. How can I not teach people to think about it?"

Long Yu sighed and spread his hands: "So what?"

Xiao Wuyou smiled on his face, which was as if it was a flash of a flash, but what he said was sonorous: "So, I think that it's not a bully to bully you with two enemies. Take advantage of the gap of two hours and stand together, so that we can open our eyes!"

Long Yu looked at the approaching Han Zijin again and raised his eyebrows in the hope that he could wake up, but he nodded gently: "Don't hesitate to teach!"

At this time, the people in the Amber Palace under the tree also shook their glasses to the three people who were facing each other among the leaves. Amber paced under the tree with a cup in one hand and smiled on her back: "Don't forget, there are still us."

Glancing at the slightly sexy Longyu, Murong Xi then looked up at them and smiled softly, "Don't worry, we agreed to two-on-one, and we will never sneak up on you."

Long Yu only felt a dull pain in his skull and found that he had unconsciously revealed too much in order to save trouble. And the most troublesome thing is that the girl is not enough to fight against any of them, such as if the world knows that a little girl is carried with ancient mythical beasts and divine soldiers...

Then isn't this the rhythm of seeking his own death!?

The eyes rose slightly, looking for the people in the middle of the night and the high-land shaking courtyard. He sighed helplessly, put on a good posture, and hooked up with the two of them: "Come on."

Han Zijin and Xiao Wuyou looked at each other and smiled from the air. One person took action and one foot. One move was impenetrable. Only three smoke colors sometimes rotated and sometimes appeared. Suddenly, they were found fighting in him. In the courtyard, Amber Palace stepped up, but three feet away from them, so as not to disturb their performance. In his eyes, the starlight was shining more fiercely than others, because his excited hands were clenched and trembling, as if he tried his best to suppress the excitement of rushing to the competition.

Dongfang Yin, who had just finished tidying up the room for Dongfang, saw such a scene when he came out of Tianxuan Pavilion. Regardless of whether the rolled-up sleeves have been sorted out and rushed to Amber, their eyes were full of worry: "Are they also grabbing daggers?" Wasn't it okay before he left?

"What's there to grab a broken dagger? They are interested in Long Yu."

What?!

After saying that, Amber looked for her eyes to catch up with the unpredictable figure, and she didn't see it at all because she had no intention to make people think wrong...

"Yunyou Yunjin is Longyang?!" Dongfangyin exclaimed, and then saw the silent look of Amber and Murong Xi before he realized his gaffe. He hurriedly covered his mouth and blinked his big eyes to find the meaning of Amber.

For a long time, Amber finally found her voice at the beginning of the next round of fierce battle between the three people. She couldn't cry and laugh and patted Dongfangyin on the shoulder: "Nerd, I mean, including everyone present, is interested in the light skills of Long Yu."

"Oh, oh~." Feeling the heaviness of one shoulder, Dongfang Yin finally calmed down to wipe away a cold sweat. Suddenly, a fierce man looked up at the three people fighting and exclaimed, "When was Long Yu so powerful?"

Amber gave him an unbelievable look: "I thought you knew it every day?"

"But it's not that powerful?"

"..." It seems that he still doesn't understand the point. But Amber didn't have time to explain it to him, but just copied the moves and routines of the dragon. The more I looked at it, the more frightened I felt. Every time Xiao Wuyou's palm wind fell on him, he skillfully avoided it, and even could suppress the strength and killing moves of the cold son without any effort.

At the same time, what surprised me is that he is a cold son who usually stays away from mortals. Today's moves are sharp and concise, free, and the charm of the gentle movement is accompanied by fierceness, which really makes people feel cold on their backs.

It seems that even if the famous cloud comes upstairs, everyone here has some reservations, and even he is no exception. Oriental Amber's twinkling eyes are dark.

Dongfangyin shuttled back and forth with the pace of the three people, and only felt that his smart eyes were suddenly naive and cute, and he exclaimed and surprised from time to time on his face. Everyone only felt that he was too serious!

Creed, at this time, Dongfang Yin was already another Bai Feiyin, but he still hung the stupid reverence and admiration of Dongfang Yin, and there was a deep meaning in his eyes staring at the dragon.

It seems that his guess is correct. The current little girl is really unlucky. There is such a perverted divine beast around her, or the ancient dragon roaring and shocking the mountains and rivers!

The side face looked at the courtyard where Dongfang was located through Tianxuan Pavilion. There were no ups and downs on his face, but he smiled, but he didn't know what would happen in the future. No wonder recently, he only felt that there were some threats around him that he couldn't see through, but he didn't expect that he would be by his side?

He walked slowly to the table, holding a teacup, and covered the untimely meditation at the bottom of his eyes with the hot air.

When he was a child, he could vaguely find out from his mind that in addition to the deeds of Bai Ran and Fengxi, it seemed that there were two people's reputations that shocked all over the world at the same time. It seems that he is familiar with Bai Ranfengxi. Except for the vague facial features, only the relaxedness of talking and laughing can still be remembered.

For who they are and what is the relationship with Bai Ranfengxi, but there is no trace of them?

Raise a glass and drink gently, warm tea into the throat to warm the body and mind. He frowned slightly and lowered his eyebrows to look at the ups and downs of the tea leaves in the cup of clear soup. He whispered to himself, "The heat is just right, but it's a little difficult to drink."

As soon as the comments on the unpleasant words of tea fell, I heard Amber's words of stopping and looked up, but it was difficult for Long Yu to understand for a while. It seemed that the three of them were indeed rare talents, but... they smiled bitterly and could not be used for him.

"No more fighting, I'm exhausted." Long Yu frowned and complained and waved his hand. The smoke and cloud yarn opened its sleeves and rushed to the table. He picked up the warm tea made by Murong Xi and drank it up. He touched his mouth and gasped slightly: "You are really welcome. I'm still a child!"

Xiao Shuyu, who had been smiling at the table, laughed out loud: "It seems that Long Yu was indeed forced by you two, otherwise how could he keep complaining if he didn't admit defeat?"

Unexpectedly, he hummed arrogantly: "I didn't lose. Because of his physical strength, he could get the gap between the two into a draw."

Look, this invincible tone. Xiao Wuyou, who followed behind him, only felt the blue veins on his forehead jump, and his breath was blocked between his chest, which was difficult to get up and down. The two of them used all their fists except weapons. Looking at the dragon heritage, whose breath was only slightly but disordered, it was really difficult to accept this blow.