Old Ancestor, He Was a Wolf Fire

The spirit sword in his hand has a sword flower, gorgeous but covering a huge area. Just being a sword flower makes people feel wonderful. But Gu Qianjun, who took the time to look up, was stunned: "You Ying, do you think that starting style is familiar?"

You Ying let out a "um", and looked at Gu Qianjun and raised her forehead: "Can't you see it? That is the basic sword technique of the Promise Sect—Zhaoming Nine Styles. It's just a lot of cumbersome changes. ."

You Ying's words reminded Gu Qianjun a little, but he was still a little dizzy: "I didn't see it, the changes have been too great, and I haven't learned the basic swordsmanship of the Promise Sect."

You Ying: ...oh, forgetting that your little friend is a special case.

"Do you think I want to go up and help Reinhardt? It's so boring for them to fight like this." Gu Qianjun frowned and rubbed his chin with a fleshy hand.

Such an action may be handsome on an adult. But for Gu's current five short stature, there is only cuteness besides cuteness.

You Ying thought for a while, but still prevented Gu Qianjun's thoughts: "No, let's see the difference between the cultivation of this world and ours."

Gu Qianjun, who felt that what the little friend said was reasonable, agreed with the little friend's idea, and then happily watched together below.

"Bump--" Two swords, one big and one small, slammed into each other and made a huge sound, Bai Jingxian's injuries became more and more serious. Some areas have been cut apart by the lightsaber and turned into a burnt.

The other hand moved under the sleeve, and a few long black needles appeared in the palm of his hand about to move.

Almost the moment when the long black needle in Bai Jingxian's hand appeared, Gu Qianjun's expression became a little serious.

That breath... You Ying also frowned in an instant, and her voice was a little solemn: "There are still people refining this thing now? Tsk."

Gu Qianjun lowered his eyelids, long eyelashes covering his pupils, and a cold light appeared in his eyes: "The breath of that thing is definitely not what it is now, it should have been for a while.

Reinhardt's eyes shook, and although he saw the long black needle that Bai Jingxian shot at him, it looked as thin as a few ordinary long needles, and it didn't seem threatening. Reinhardt didn't care.

As a result, just as Reinhardt was about to lift the lightsaber, he saw Bai Jingxian standing not far away with a strange expression on her face. And Gu Qianjun didn't know when he ran in front of him from the ground.

"Humph!" Gu Qianjun snorted coldly, his body was obviously a close-fitting uniform, but between his sleeves, there was a feeling of flowing water.

Seeing that the long needle she threw out was shaken by Gu Qianjun, Bai Jingxian still had a smile on her face, causing Reinhardt behind Gu Qianjun to frown in the mecha room.

Soon, Reinhardt's bad premonition was confirmed. The long needle that did not know where it came from swiftly shot at Gu Qianjun, but under Gu Qianjun's consciousness, it stopped an inch between his eyebrows.

Close contact with this long needle made Gu Qianjun's always smiling face a little heavy. Before he could reach out and take the long needle in front of his eyebrows, he heard Reinhardt's voice change drastically behind him. : "Qianjun——"

Immediately before being rushed by Bai Yuan, Gu Qianjun only saw the mecha not far behind him flying towards him quickly.