Chapter 3177

However, Ji Mingyu's life is so boring, hard and lonely.

Only the sword and the sound of wind and rain in the forest will accompany him forever.

Xi Yue regretfully and pitifully thought, if only he could grow up with him!

These days lasted until one evening.

Xiaoji Mingyu goes up to the mountain to store food. Because winter is coming, the food is less. He goes deep into the forest and meets a group of evil wolves.

Every magic wolf has eight or nine levels of strength.

At this time, Ji Mingyu's strength is just the peak of Yuanying period.

It's said that the young boy's face is not more than six years old. Even if he practices standing face, he is only seven or eight years old at most.

A child of seven or eight years old, actually reached the peak of Yuan infant period. This talent will make all the talents of 3000 planes blush.

However, no matter how good the talent is, it is impossible for him to defeat more than ten magic wolves alone.

Xi Yue's heart raised a throat eye, want to rush to help him to clean up the evil wolf.

But Xiaoji Mingyu's expression is still very calm, picked up the sword higher than his height, fearless on the magic wolf.

One after another, the wolf was killed by Xiaoji Mingyu, but countless wounds were left on his body.

Slowly, the little boy's spiritual power dried up, the sword in his hand became as heavy as a kilo, and he couldn't lift it.

However, under the stimulation of blood, the wolf became more and more fierce and ferocious.

A demon wolf pours on to come up, toward already have no strength to move of small Ji Ming Yu to open blood pot big mouth.

Xi Yue exclaimed, his face pale with fright.

At this time, thousands of sword light fell from the sky, instantly killed all the evil wolves.

The blood of the wolf splashed all over the boy, and the head of the wolf fell at the boy's feet.

But he didn't look half afraid and afraid. Instead, he looked in the direction of sword light.

For the first time, Xi Yue saw the bright light in Xiaoji Mingyu's eyes.

That represents the joy, expectation and admiration!

Xi Yue turned his head to see a tall man slowly landing.

He had a golden mask on his face, plain clothes on his body, and was wrapped up in a tight cloth.

Even his hands and feet didn't show.

But when Xi Yue saw him, his whole body was tense and his hair was creepy.

Moreover, close to the tip of the nose as if to smell a smell of putrefaction.

Xi Yue looks at Xiaoji Mingyu and sees that he is covered with blood, scarred, exhausted, and staggering.

But he quickly came to the man and saluted respectfully: "master!"

Xiaobaozi's eyes are bright, as if the stars are shining at night.

Xi Yue has never seen Xiaoji Mingyu so happy.

It turns out that this man is his master.

However, Xi Yue had a bad impression of the masked man.

Because he looked at Ji Ming Yu's eyes, only cold, severe and calculating, without a trace of warmth.

Sure enough, the man gave him a cold look, only spit out two words, "waste!"

Little Ji Ming Yu's eyes immediately dim down, this cold little face more expressionless.

The man took Xiaoming Yu back to the cabin.

Mingming boy was covered with bruises, but the masked man didn't give him any treatment to appease him. Instead, he said in a deep voice, "show me what you've learned these days."

Xiaomingyu didn't even frown, so he began to dance the sword.

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