Shen Jiyi looked at the little demon jumping out of the sea in a little surprised. He kept his guard and did not notice the closeness of the demon.

Mu Dong'er turned around and retreated to Feifei's side and said happily: "You are here at the right time. Let's deal with this bad guy together."

Mu Dong'er's eyes were always on Shen Jiyi, noticing that Feifei was trembling.

"We, we may... can't beat him." Feifei's momentum disappeared without a single momentum when he jumped out of the sea. "Only Zuo Liuying... Zuo Liuying can defeat him."

Shen Jiyi chuckled, summoned several magic weapons, and after confirming that the little demon had no help, he said lightly: "You are the disciple of the demon clan that Zuo Liuying took in?"

"My name is Feifei. Since you... since you are a Taoist priest, you should stick to the right path. Whether the inner elixir can be improved or not, it will not affect the identity of the Taoist priest. Using the Sword Washing Pool to strengthen the inner elixir, you have deviated from the right path. You want to seek quick success again, and you are even more wrong..."

Feifei calmed down a little and stopped talking. Mu Donger nodded repeatedly, "You are right. He looks down on the inner alchemy. In fact, his own inner alchemy is the most false."

The smile was like Shen Jiyi's mask. No matter what the other party said, the mask would not change at all. "This is Zuo Liuying's words, you learned quite like it. Zuo Liuying did everything to practice, and even vomited pills twice. It is said that he introduced a large number of casual cultivators and demon clan methods. Is this the right way?"

"no the same……"

Feifei had just spoken, and Shen Jiyi, who was dozens of steps away, had lost patience. Tuoyong and Mu Dong'er were both useful, but this little monster was an annoying fly, and it was useless to keep it. Shen Jiyi summoned a long sword. He held the hilt of the sword with his right hand and pinched the sword with his left hand, slowly passing by the sword. The sword kept ringing, and the light was sometimes strong and sometimes weak. Seven small swords were transformed into one after another, and they flew towards the target slowly.

Mu Dong'er counted and was about to divide seven fireballs to fight, Feifei whispered: "Go and find your mother, I'll block it here."

"How can that be done?" Mu Dong'er widened her eyes, "I won't leave you alone. Let's go side by side..."

The seven swords stopped in the air, and one of them suddenly shot out, and in an instant it reached Feifei.

Feifei stretched out his arms and added a strange-shaped silver soul in his hand, which was white. The silver soul is pure black, darker than the night, quite precious. It is one of the important materials for magic weapons and is also used to create the highest-level military armor. The silver soul in Feifei's hand is slightly larger than his palm, like a lump cast in a furnace, which is useless. It is of great value.

The silver soul lump blocked the coming small sword, and Feifei's whole body was trembling. I don't know if it was because of fear or lack of magic power.

"Is this the magic weapon Zuo Liuying chose for you?" Shen Jiyi's voice was always so polite. He intended to check the strength of the little demon, so he did not use a killer move as soon as he came up.

The second small sword shot, Feifei held the silver soul lump with his left hand, and kept changing the magic tricks with his right hand, and the silver soul emitted a halo to block the two small swords.

Shen Jiyi shook his head, "Zuo Liuying teaches you to cast spells like this? Use more magic tricks to make up for the shortcomings of the inner alchemy's strength? Your technique is fast enough. Unfortunately, it's useless."

Nearly a thousand changes in more than a hundred magic tricks are basic skills that every Taoist priest must master before condensing the pill. The more magic tricks they produce at the same time, the richer the details they inject into the magic, and the difficulty will naturally increase significantly. Taoist priests below the Starfall realm usually seek stability but not change. Only higher Taoist priests will deliberately strengthen their skills in this area.

In Shen Jiyi's opinion, Feifei is just a poor-minded demon cultivator and also learns the techniques of high-level Taoist priests, which is ridiculous.

Feifei became more serious, and his five fingers changed faster and faster. "Zuo Liuying has his own reasons. I believe in him, and we all believe in him."

Shen Jiyi laughed. He had roughly figured out the details of the little demon. At best, it was equivalent to the third and fourth level of breath-taking real Taoist priests. For the random cultivators of the demon clan, this was an amazing achievement, but it was not worth mentioning in Shen Jiyi's eyes.

"From the moment of vomiting the pill, Zuo Liuying was just a mortal."

Shen Jiyi didn't want to get entangled anymore. He gently pressed his finger on the sword, and the remaining five swords that were parked in the air shot towards the little demon at the same time. His eyes turned to Mu Dong'er. This child was of some use and had to stay by his side.

As soon as Shen Jiyi's thoughts changed, he heard the little demon shouting crisply. Feifei suddenly had an extra arm and was changing the magic formula at an extremely fast speed. The halo of the silver soul lump expanded, not only blocking all seven small swords, but also pushing them back several feet.

He greatly improved the spells in the silver soul bump with the illusion of mind.

Shen Jiyi raised his eyebrows, and Mu Dong'er, who had not spoken for a while, made a move. He held a copper bell in his right hand and took out a long hairpin with his left hand. The hairpin was a must-have item for Taoist priests. Occasionally, some people refined it into magic weapons, but compared with orthodox magic weapons such as swords, rulers, bells, mirrors, etc., it is an inequality "shock weapon".

Mu Dong'er didn't like defense, and attacked with one move. The Dao Fire above her head rushed lightly at Shen Jiyi, as if a gust of wind could blow it away from the track. There was indeed a problem with the Dao Fire's accurate head. It seemed that she could react after she flew to Shen Jiyi's obliquely above. After a while, she suddenly split a line of fire, like a huge sickle without a handle, and chopped it down hard.

Shen Jiyi frowned slightly, and a seven or eight-foot-long ice and fire dragon jumped out of his sword, holding his head up to face the scythe.

With a puff, the Ice and Fire Dragon was cut off. Although it was just a spell, it still twisted like a snake for a few times before it disappeared.

Shen Jiyi was shocked. The scythe had reached his head. He immediately teleported and took dozens of steps back. Even so, he still had lingering fear in his heart, "That is Zuo Liuying's hairpin!"

Mu Dong'er controlled the Taoist fire and moved forward, laughed and said, "Isn't that just that? Feifei called the 'Zuo Taoist' "Zuo Liuying". I remembered this thing. How could I know it's so useful? Why didn't I find it before? Feifei, you don't tell me."

"I, I'm almost unable to hold on." Feifei's face turned red. Although he learned a lot of new methods with Zuo Liuying, his strength was still much worse than that of Taoist Xingluo after all. The seven small swords were not as good as an ice and fire dragon. The pressure he felt was getting bigger and bigger, and the halo emitted by the silver soul lump was unstable and was about to be broken.

Mu Dong'er hurriedly recalled the fireball and wanted to save Feifei first. They didn't notice that the eighth small sword shot from Feifei's back.

Feifei didn't wake up until the last moment. He had no time to cast a spell to fight, so he could only turn slightly. The sword passed by, and blood gushed out of Feifei's left flank, instantly dyeing half of his body red.

Feifei was still too brave, and he became even more panicked when he was sad. The inner alchemy slowed down and the mana was not available. The silver soul lump lost its light, and the seven small swords in front of him rushed over.

"Ah!" Mu Dong'er screamed angrily, put away the copper bell, grabbed Feifei's arm, and flew south quickly. He would rather die than escape in front of the enemy, but in order to save Feifei, he could only let go of his pride.

The Dao Fire dispersed the seven small swords and followed the master.

Mu Dong'er used the hairpin as a toy before and found nothing different. With Feifei's reminder, he used the hairpin as a magic weapon. The effect was immediate. His flying speed was much faster than before, and he saved mana more magic power.

But he is almost as good as the Taoist priest Xingluo.

Shen Jiyi stood in front of him, still flirting with white clothes and still kind, "Don't leave, your father probably wants to see you with his own eyes in three days, and your mother is about to come back."

Mu Dong'er changed several directions in a row, and Shen Jiyi could always block more than ten steps ahead. Daohuo rushed forward to open the road, but Shen Jiyi had already gained experience and did not fight against it, either casting spells to push it away, or shaking his body to avoid it.

"If you don't treat it, the little demon will die. In this place, I am the only one who can save him." Shen Jiyi reminded that his confidence in victory made him look more gentle and elegant.

Mu Dong'er stopped flying, recalled Daohuo, gritted her teeth and asked, "Are you willing to save Feifei?"

“It’s easy to save or not.”

This ambiguous vague words once made Mu Donger admire him, but now he only feels hatred, "You save Feifei, I... stay on the island."

Shen Jiyi smiled slightly and stretched out his arm, "The copper bell and hairpin must be temporarily stored in me. You are too young to control your emotions and Taoist fire. You should not have such a powerful magic weapon."

Mu Dong'er looked down at Feifei. The little demon was still bleeding and fainted. Mu Dong'er waved his hand and threw the copper bell and hairpin over. The Dao fire above his head disappeared suddenly, "Take it."

Without magic weapon Mu Dong'er, he can summon the Taoist fire above his head, but it is not powerful and extremely difficult to control, and it is no threat to the Xinglu Taoist priest.

Shen Jiyi flew over, cast a spell to stop Feifei's bleeding, and did not do anything else, and flew to the Demon-Suppressing Island.

"You haven't saved Feifei yet." Mu Dong'er followed behind and said in surprise.

"A little demon is not worth wasting elixirs. He has inner elixirs and can survive it." Shen Jiyi landed on the island and continued to look north, not caring about other things.

Mu Dong'er's face turned red by the anger. It was from this day that he learned to endure and how to suppress his anger. This feeling was not good at all, but it was a hurdle he had to pass.

He hugged Feifei and ran into the tent, took out some common elixirs, applied them externally and took them all, and threw them all over the floor. Finally, there was no trick to be used. He could only stand by the bed, looking at Feifei who was still unconscious, and thought for a long time, he turned around and walked out of the tent.

There was a vague memory in Mu Donger's mind. The Taoist fire above his head was once extremely grand and invincible. He wanted to summon it again.

Mu Dong'er's teeth were not yet fully grown, but this did not prevent him from gritting his teeth. It was getting a little dawn outside. The little man stood at the door of the tent and was about to call the Taoist priest in white, but he was stunned for a moment.

Shen Jiyi was still looking at the North Sea from afar, but he was not alone. There was still a person floating five feet above his head, a woman in white clothes.

Shen Jiyi turned around and smiled and said, "You still don't give up."

The woman also turned around and smiled, clever and familiar, as if she had known Mu Dong'er for a long time.

Mu Dong'er had a feeling that Shen Jiyi had no idea about the existence of this woman above her head.

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