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"Subduing the Purple Moon Holy Fire?"

Yu Jiuxiao's eyes moved slightly, and he slowly raised his eyes and looked at Jingchen.

"After fusing Yuan Ling's soul, Ling Yue has already shown amazing talent in the art of alchemy..." Jing Chen told Jiang Lingyue's previous alchemy refining one by one. He thought that it would make Yu Jiuxiao praise him, but he saw that the other party looked unpredictable and had no waves on his face.

He came to his senses without realizing it, and secretly sighed that he had forgotten that the man in front of him was the master of this world a thousand years ago, and he had seen countless geniuses. Jiang Lingyue was just one of them.

If it weren't for this... I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to get into Yu Jiuxiao's eyes and become his nineteenth disciple.

After hearing Jing Chen's words, Yu Jiuxiao nodded invisibly and said, "Although this Purple Moon Holy Fire will be of great benefit to her in the future, whether it is alchemy or weapon refining, the Purple Moon Holy Fire was personally found by Yuan Zun for Yuan Ling. It is not a good thing to surrender now..."

As he said that, Yu Jiuxiao slowly stood up.

As he stood up, the world seemed to be in a daze in an instant.

Jing Chen was stunned. Before he could understand why Yu Jiuxiao was doing this, he suddenly felt an unpredictable force that was powerful enough to destroy this world, as if he had traveled through countless stars.

At the same time, Yu Jiuxiao's figure instantly disappeared into the tower...

At this moment, Jiang Lingyue, who was conquering the Purple Moon Holy Fire, did not expect that the master she was thinking about had woken up and would soon be able to meet.

Just when she finally touched the heart of the Purple Moon Holy Fire, she suddenly felt a chill on her back, as if she was staring at her by some world-destroying beast.

"Who dares to take my daughter's strange fire?"

A shocking shout suddenly sounded, as if it was far away from the sky, or as if it was near to the ears.

As the words came, Jiang Lingyue felt that her soul suddenly shook, and with a "puff!" sound, he spit out a mouthful of pain.

"You can also hurt my disciple?"

At this moment, a familiar voice came, and in the fragrance of magnolia flowers, Jiang Lingyue felt that she had fallen into a warm embrace.

In an instant, no matter whether it was the pain of the soul or the wounded heart, it disappeared without a trace. Jiang Lingyue's eyes and heart were the man who was hugging him.

"Who are you?"

Ancient cold voices came, pulling Jiang Lingyue's mind back.

"You don't deserve to know my name!"

Yu Jiuxiao just said this coldly, and with a wave of his sleeve, he turned the attack that had traveled countless distances into invisible.

After feeling that the life-threatening threat had disappeared, Jiang Lingyue seemed to be worried that Yu Jiuxiao would suddenly disappear like last time. She subconsciously hugged him and called out with attachment: "Master..."

Obviously, he didn't expect that Jiang Lingyue would actually hug her. Yu Jiuxiao's figure froze slightly, and he looked down at the little girl in his arms. After seeing her face full of admiration, he silently mourned her, then raised his hand to stroke her hair: "Xiao Shijiu, don't be afraid, the other party has retreated."

When Jiang Lingyue heard Yu Jiuxiao’s name to him, he blinked and realized that this was because he was the master’s nineteenth disciple, and he was calling himself by ranking.

At this moment, snuggling in Yu Jiuxiao's arms, Jiang Lingyue felt an unprecedented sense of security.

I thought that after integrating Yuanling's soul, she had already lost the tenderness and innocence that a thirteen-year-old girl should have.

But after all this fell into Yu Jiuxiao's arms, she was still the girl who was only thirteen years old and full of admiration.

"I'm not afraid. As long as my master is here, I'm not afraid of anything." When I slowly raised my head, when I saw the person who was still shrouded in mist, Jiang Lingyue subconsciously said, "Master, why can't I see your face clearly?"

"..." Hearing her question, Yu Jiuxiao was silent. Although he had not spoken, he saw the mist that enveloped his face slowly receded.

As the mist faded away, Yu Jiuxiao's perfect face as god-like as a god finally appeared clearly in front of Jiang Lingyue.

As early as after seeing Yu Jiuxiao's back last time, Jiang Lingyue knew that his master must be the kind of person who amazed the time.

But even though I had fantasized countless times, what kind of unparalleled appearance and worldly glory of his master would have. After seeing Yu Jiuxiao's face, Jiang Lingyue was still so shocked that she almost forgot to breathe.

The man in front of him, his silver hair like a waterfall, fell on the supreme purple robe, with endless magnificent appearance, and integrated the god-like figure into the romantic charm of the strange and evil spirit.

He is noble but also incredible and confusing. His grace, which is like a contradiction but a strange person, almost absorbs his soul.

Not to mention, the sword eyebrows that entered the temple seemed to have endless stars that were dying from it. Under the high nose bridge, the thin and scarlet lips were so charming.

Her master is such a monster!

"Master is so evil, no wonder he has to hide his face. If ordinary people see it, wouldn't he lose his soul..."

After saying that, Jiang Lingyue was shocked to realize that she had unknowingly said what she had in her heart.

Yu Jiuxiao obviously did not expect that the first sentence his little apprentice would be such a "no distinction between superiority and inferiority" when he saw his true face. He didn't know what to respond at the moment.

"Your soul was attacked. Fortunately, after fusing Yuanling's soul, it was already solid, otherwise it would be severely damaged."

As he spoke, Yu Jiuxiao let go of his hand holding Jiang Lingyue, and wanted to retreat, but found that his waist was still being held by the other party. He was stunned and a trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes.

He has been obsessed with practicing for only a hundred years and has been in a position of honor. Whenever anyone sees him, he is very respectful and treacherous. No one has ever dared to approach him so ignorantly, let alone hold him like this.

He has not accepted disciples. Jiang Lingyue is his nineteenth disciple. The eighteen disciples before him have only respect and fear. He never dared to say such a terrifying look like Jiang Lingyue.

His disciple is really...forgettable. He is just a thirteen-year-old girl. He is a little reckless and understandable. Let Jingchen raise more in the future.

"Master..." Feeling his actions, Jiang Lingyue quickly let go of the hand that was holding his waist, took a quick step back, and saluted respectfully, "Player, thank you for your help."
Chapter completed!