Chapter 945
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"To have such skills and cultivation at such a young age, little doll, which clan are you from?" The fat middle-aged man asked, squinting his eyes as he stared at Duan Ye.
"Pfft!"
Hearing the word "little doll", Fengjiu could not help but laugh. Looking at Duan Ye's red face, that childish baby face was indeed worthy of the word "little doll".
Duan Ye glared at Fengjiu angrily, then glared at the fat middle-aged man, "I'm your grandfather!" With that, he attacked with the Eight Stars Flywheel in his hand.
Fengjiu stood to the side without moving. Duan Ye's skills were not weak, and she wanted to know where his limits were. Moreover, the peak Golden Elixir realm cultivator would not attack so easily, so she was not worried that his life would be in danger.
As expected, when the early Golden Elixir realm cultivator saw Duan Ye attack, he immediately attacked him, blocking his attack and exchanging blows with him. In terms of strength, Duan Ye was not his opponent's match, but in terms of speed and movement techniques, he had the upper hand.
Fengjiu watched quietly, and Tun Yun also followed beside her, watching the two exchange blows. Sharp air currents whistled through the air, and visible spiritual auras swept through the air, attacking the opponent.
"Hiss!"
The Golden Elixir realm cultivator did not have a weapon in his hand, and was cut by the Eight Stars Flywheel in Duan Ye's hand. Blood instantly seeped out of his shoulder, and he also gasped, retreating slightly.
The young man watching from the side did not dare to move forward, because he knew that he was not his opponent. If he suddenly moved forward, he would only end up like the dozen strong men who were killed, dying.
However, he could not defeat the doll face, but this red-clothed youth was only a great Spiritual Master, so he could take care of him.
Thus, when he saw that the youth had been staring at the battle between the two, he moved his sleeve slightly and a dagger slipped out from his sleeve. He held it in a reverse grip and his figure suddenly leaped out, raising the dagger to stab at the red-clothed youth.
"Brat, watch me kill you!"
However, Feng Jiu didn't even look at him. She didn't dodge or attack. That was because Tun Yun, who was standing by her feet, had already charged forward when he saw the man lunging at her with a dagger in his hand.
The small figure was like a ball. The seemingly harmless pet that had no combat power flashed its sharp claws at this moment. At the same time, its sharp claws slashed at the man's wrist that was holding the dagger.
Swish!
What was shocking was that when such a small pet pounced and flashed its claws, it actually carried a fierce and bloodthirsty aura. Its speed was so fast that even the great spirit-master-level man couldn't dodge in time.
"Hiss! My hand … "
The dagger fell to the ground with a clang, and fresh blood seeped out from his trembling wrist. His face turned pale, and he instinctively reached out to grab his bleeding hand. Looking at the deep claw marks on his bloody wrist, he could faintly see half of his white bones. He was so shocked that his heart beat wildly, and he screamed involuntarily.
"Ah! My hand … my hand … "
Because of the sudden change on the man's side, the Golden Elixir realm cultivator who was fighting with Duan Ye momentarily lost his mind, and his abdomen was also slashed by the sharp Eight Stars Flywheel. He staggered backwards, and his face turned pale. He tightly clenched his teeth, unwilling to accept this.
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