Wearing books, it’s not easy to be a villain brother

Luo Baijin panted slightly and looked at the three magical beasts that were hit by white flames.

The three monsters rolled on the ground in pain, trying to extinguish the white flames on their bodies. The fire of Tianyang White Flame was not so easy to extinguish.

Several surrounding monsters were also scared away by the white flames of the sky that were getting bigger and bigger, and they watched from a distance.

Being burned to death in such a painful way would be worse than dying by Luo Baijin's sword just now, at least it wouldn't be such a painful death.

The temporary retreat of the surrounding monsters gave Luo Baijin time to adjust his breath.

"Mr. Mo, I just asked you to control Tianyang Baiyan. I really can't take care of it."

In the ring, Mr. Mo felt the astonishing number of monsters surrounding the area and warned him.

"Luo Baijin, you must leave quickly before these monsters encircle you! Otherwise, the situation will not be optimistic."

Luo Baijin gave a bitter smile. He didn't want to get away and left. He glanced at Huai Nanshuang behind him who was still half awake after detoxification.

As well as Han Zhiyu, whose leg was injured by the abyss just now, if only one of them could move, they would not be so passive.

Han Zhiyu's leg injury was serious, and it would be impossible for him to move flexibly in a short period of time.

The detoxification pill has been given to Huai Nanshuang, and now we can only hope that the Holy Lord Xihai will detoxify Huai Nanshuang soon.

"Oh, I didn't expect that there is a little beauty here. It's really worth my trip."

A slightly lazy voice suddenly sounded.

The sound came from mid-air.

Luo Baijin's heart trembled, and he looked up suddenly, seeing a handsome young man in his twenties, with a contemptuous smile on his face.

Dressed in white, with a black peacock with its tail spread tattooed on his upper body, he swayed gently with a folding fan in his hand. When he looked closely, he saw a big word "wen" written on the folding fan.

"smell!"

Luo Baijin looked at the young man's appearance, and a name immediately flashed in his mind.

Why did you meet this guy here!

"Your Excellency is a smelling sparrow!"

The smile on the face of the smelling bird that was flying in mid-air did not diminish, and its eyes glanced back and forth at Han Zhiyu, turning a deaf ear to Luo Baijin's questions.

"Well, he's pretty good. He has a pretty face and a normal figure."

"The strength of the soul palace should be able to withstand the tossing, okay, okay, it doesn't look like it will be too boring these days."

The sniffing bird seemed to be talking to itself. After speaking, it lowered to the ground and took a step forward.

As soon as this foot landed, Wen Que's figure suddenly swayed, and he disappeared and appeared in front of Han Zhiyu in an instant.

Luo Baijin didn't even see how he moved!

Wen Que didn't care that Luo Baijin was still on the side and stepped forward to take Han Zhiyu's hand.

"This beautiful young lady, would you like to spend a few wonderful nights with me?"

Even without mentioning his "violent and direct" speech and Wen Que's bad reputation, his strength alone is still very dangerous.

Luo Baijin immediately turned around and slashed at Wen Que with his sword.

The white flame that ignites on the sword is the white flame of the sky.

Perhaps feeling the presence of Tianyang Baiyan, Wen Que paused in his movements.

The smile he wore froze obviously, and he raised his left hand and waved upward.

A ball of purple spiritual power formed a gust of wind and blocked Luo Baijin's sword in mid-air.

Then he pointed his sword finger to the side with his left hand, and the strong wind blew Luo Baijin away.

"Junior Brother Luo!"

Wen Que grabbed Han Zhiyu tightly, no matter how hard she struggled, she couldn't break free.

"Don't worry, girl, I will never force you!"

Wen Que said something completely different from his actions.

Staring closely at Han Zhiyu's eyes, a layer of faint purple spiritual power appeared in his eyes, covering both eyes.

With the blessing of this purple spiritual power, Wen Que's eyes seemed to have some kind of special magic power. Han Zhiyu was caught off guard and met Wen Que's eyes.

At this look, Han Zhiyu's eyes were a little distracted, and his red lips were slightly opened, opening and closing slowly, but still no sound came out.

Luo Baijin frowned when he saw this. This Wenque relied on his Kaichen realm strength and weird body skills to bully the sect's female disciples and clan disciples.

Han Zhiyu would not end well if he fell into his hands.

The situation here is complicated and dangerous. Taking advantage of the abundant spiritual power at the moment, the longer he delays, the worse it will be for him!

He took out a red and black metal mask from the ring, which was the Evil Killing Mask.

As soon as Luo Baijin put on the mask, his strength instantly increased.

Directly promoted from the peak of the Soul Palace Realm to the middle stage of the Kaichen Realm, on par with Wen Que.

"That rascal!"

The sudden increase in spiritual power made Wenque turn around in shock.

He happened to meet Luo Baijin's eyes. Under the mask, Luo Baijin's eyes were blood red, and the white mist he exhaled floated upward.

The weird purple gaze had no effect on Luo Baijin at this time.

"Wen Que, get out of my way!"

Luo Baijin raised his hand, opened and closed the five fingers of his right hand, and held a white long sword.

Feeling Luo Baijin's surge in spiritual power, Wenque grinned and leaned closer to Han Zhiyu.

There was a hint of joking in the smile on his face, and his hand hooked onto Han Zhiyu's slender waist.

"If you can, just chop it off. Who are you trying to scare here with the help of foreign objects?"

"This is what you said!"

The edge of the sword in Luo Baijin's hand turned, and as the sword light appeared, it became more solid.

With a short stature, he stepped on the ground with one foot, bursting out with great speed and quickly pounced on the smelling bird.

"The fifth form of Qingcang Sword Technique: Flowing Cloud Chaos!"

The long sword in Luo Baijin's hand turned into sword shadows, attacking Wen Que from all directions.

The angle is tricky and unexpected.

Wen Que was forced to retreat continuously, and he sighed in his heart that this boy had some strength.

Luo Bai Jinjian launched all his moves, and he only needed one more step to severely injure Wen Que. On the surface, his moves were fierce and cunning, but he still cared about Han Zhiyu and restrained his movements somewhat.

Wen Que seemed to have discovered this, and kept hiding behind Han Zhiyu. While dodging, he drew the folding fan towards Luo Baijin.

The ribs of this folding fan are actually made of an unknown metal, and there is also a thin layer of metal on the edge of the fan blades.

Such an insidious guy, luckily Luo Baijin blocked it with his sword in time, otherwise, if he was scratched, it would not be as simple as breaking his skin.

Wen Que was not in a hurry to fight back, and would provoke Luo Baijin verbally from time to time.

After putting on the Zhuxie Mask, Luo Baijin's strength was not only greatly improved.

Concentration and mental strength have also been significantly improved, and the provocation of the smelling bird has no effect.

Right hand holds a sword.

The palm of his left hand burned with the white flame of the sky.

Seeing this white flame, Wen Que's eyes twitched. Such a scorching flame must be the white flame of Tianyang.

He actually has such a strange fire. He thought it would be rare to meet a beautiful woman today, but unexpectedly, he had other gains today.

Luo Baijin didn't care what Wen Que was thinking. He stretched out his hand and patted the ground. The white flames of the sky spread rapidly, forming a circle of fire and trapping the three of them.

Wen Que looked at the ring of fire. Is this a joke? Are you trying to trap him with this trick?

Without thinking, he jumped directly into the sky with Han Zhiyu.