Ning Xuemo didn't know that the food he ate in those days had rare medicines that could quickly improve people's mind power and not harm the human body...

However, if she is a waste and has little understanding, those medicines are still useless.   ?

Only when the two are combined can they complement each other.

"No need to say anything else, Xue Mo, do you still want to be my teacher?" The Emperor stared at her.

"Of course I want to!" Ning Xuemo replied without hesitation and paused: "But---by-standard, you should take the strongest disciple as your disciple, and I was defeated just now..." Thinking of Ning Xuemo's fist again, she obviously shouldn't have defeated...

"No, you are not defeated." Shen Jiuli said four simple words and said: "Let's go up!"

He hugged her and jumped up, his body floating up like a cloud...

Ning Xuemo lay in his arms, smelling the unique fragrance on his body, and suddenly felt extremely relieved.

It was not until this moment that she felt so tired and sore all over her body, and she had no strength at all.

He hugged Ning Xuemo and rose quickly, but she was nestled in his arms but could not feel a trace of cold wind. Obviously, he used magic to block the cold wind.

When he was about to fly to the Xingyao Platform, Ning Xuemo heard Feng Jiaxin's excitement and almost changed tone: "I won! I won!"

Ning Xuemo couldn't help looking at Shen Jiuli, who raised his hand and rubbed her heart: "Good."

"Then do you want to take the strongest person as your disciple?" Ning Xuemo couldn't help asking.

"Of course!" Shen Jiuli answered naturally. As he spoke, the two of them had already flew to the Starry Sky Platform.

There was some chaos on the Star Yao Platform, Ji Yunhuang, Helian Xiao, and the five disciples of the Emperor... These people are searching for Ning Xuemo's whereabouts.

Feng Jiaxin was already in a state of madness like Fan Jin was beaten by the testimony, standing on the collapsed ring and smiling like a madman: "I won, I won! I am going to become the disciple of the Emperor! I will be the only female disciple of the Emperor..."

"No, you lost!" A voice suddenly rang out coldly, as cold as the snow of a glacier, instantly suppressing Feng Jiaxin's slightly sharp laughter.

Everyone looked in the sound and saw a person rising from under the cliff with his arms in the Emperor...

"Worship the Emperor!" Everyone knelt down.

Ji Yunhuang was pulling the debris in the crack. Hearing this sound, he looked up and not only saw the Emperor, but also Ning Xuemo in his arms...

He was overjoyed! He jumped out of the crack and forgot to kowtow to the master, and was overjoyed: "Snowmo!"

Great! She is fine! Great, she is still alive!

Ning Xuemo couldn't help looking at Ji Yunhuang when he heard his scream, and then was startled!

Ji Yunhuang stood there. His originally white jade-like hands cut through many places because of pulling the gravel and wood chips, and his head was dripping with blood. His smooth head was also a little messy, and his robe was even scratched many places, which was very different from his usual image!

God, I haven't seen him for a while, how could he become like this ghost?

Ning Xuemo just glanced at Ji Yunhuang, and her head was gently turned, making her face press on his chest, and she could no longer see the scene below.

Ji Yunhuang's voice was quite moving, and everyone in the audience heard it.

But as soon as his last voice landed, he noticed a pair of ice spring-like eyes looking at him-
Chapter completed!