I dress up as a villain lady and you call me the light of righteousness?

Yes, he is.

Although Su Zui had misunderstood that he was weak before, he already knew that in addition to being an alchemy cultivator, the fifth senior brother was also a sword cultivator at the sword master level, so the fifth senior brother was very capable of fighting.

"Fifth senior brother doesn't have a sword." Su Zuo secretly communicated with his senior brother.

Qin Yilu nodded, indicating that Su Zuo was right.

Su Zuo firmly believed in his experience and decided not to underestimate Meng Ye.

So Su Zui asked after a few seconds: "There is so much demonic energy, is Fifth Senior Brother okay?"

If Su Zuo guessed correctly, Meng Ye had just woken up from his inner demon.

"Nothing." Qin Yilu said.

A cloud of mist ignited a demonic fire, the blazing light surged, and the air was burned and twisted, as if it had turned into purgatory.

Meng Ye opened his robe sleeves, and bits of fire spread up his cassock without even moving his brows.

Demonic fire is also fire. Su Zuo felt that it was normal for the fifth senior brother, as an alchemy cultivator, not to be afraid of fire.

The next second, the demon who was driving the demonic fire was punched by Meng Ye and his head was badly bruised.

Su Zuo: "..."

Meng Ye lifted the demon, half-smiling but not smiling, and threw him out, exploding into a bloody flower.

Su Zuo suddenly suspected that Meng Ye might not have made the elixir with his hands.

Too hardcore.

It is not without reason that the three younger senior brothers are afraid of him.

Su Zuo had already imagined how he punched a child before, and when he saw Meng Ye come back, he couldn't help but feel a little more respectful.

When Meng Ye was dealing with several demon clans, a demon in brocade robes stayed not far away, staying out of the incident and not taking action.

Qin Yilu didn't draw his sword either. His fingertips touched the hilt of the sword, with an obvious threat.

Su Zuo and Tianmo stared at each other with big eyes.

After a while, the demon saw his fellow tribesmen retreating and said to Su Zuo: "Human race, you made a contract with the real dragon."

After the words fell, the air seemed to be a little quieter.

This is just an illusion. The powerful spiritual consciousness is attracted and poured in, which will make the monks with lower cultivation feel oppressive, so that they forget their hearing.

Su Zuo made a contract with the real dragon, and everyone who paid attention to the battle paid more or less attention to it.

Of course the senior brothers also know.

This thing is a bit strange, but since it was caused by junior sister, it seems to be normal.

"So what?" Su Zuo asked back.

"Your Majesty, you are very courageous." The devil on the other side laughed softly, which was meaningful.

The true dragon tribe has a domineering style. Only they contract other races as servants, and they rarely have equal contracts with the human race.

Looking at Su Zuo's situation, the contract between her and the young dragon was obviously based on her.

However, when it comes to the human race's beast control techniques, even if it is a natal contract, the human race has a stronger initiative.

This goes against the arrogance of the True Dragon Clan.

Doing this openly would almost arouse the hostility of the True Dragon Clan.

The next second, the demon stopped laughing.

Qin Yilu took a step forward, the clouds surged, and the vague pressure disappeared in a flash.

The demon retreated violently, and an empty wound appeared on his chest. After a moment, blood gushed out.

This injury is not serious to the demon, it is just a threat.

When the eldest brother poked a hole in the demon, Su Zuo focused on transmitting messages to the two senior brothers and explained the history of Xiao Hui's changes.

Qin Yilu only knew from his third junior brother that Su Zuo's spirit beast egg hatched Qiongqi, but he had never thought about such a rare development as Qiongqi transforming into a dragon.

Meng Ye suddenly realized that although this matter sounded wrong.

But apart from feeling that the egg was too fickle, they had no other ideas.

After all, this dragon is indeed a native egg of Shenzong, and the real dragon clan can't find trouble if it wants to.

...As for who gave birth to it, I don’t know.

The demon's eyes were serious, and he summoned several demon generals, all of whom attacked Qin Yilu.

The spiritual energy in Qin Yilu's palm turned into a sword, and the sword's power was extremely strong. In an instant, he cut the demon general open, and his blood spilled into the clouds.

The surroundings turned into a battlefield filled with corpses in the blink of an eye. Su Zuo was about to take action when he suddenly found himself being picked up.

Meng Ye moved his steps, and the endless void flashed past quickly.

Under the specific rules of Boundary City, teleportation is not allowed here. Meng Ye used special movement techniques.

Su Zuo lowered his head and sighed quietly, as if he was dreaming back to the time when he couldn't wield a sword.

"Did Senior Brother escape?"

She decided to ignore the fact that she was being carried and divert her attention.

"It should be soon." Meng Ye said, "The devil wants to escape more than he does."

Su Zuo felt relieved and began to tell his experience: "Senior brother, I did something in the Fu Mo Realm..."

Soon they reached a city wall, and Su Zuo finally got his feet on the ground, very solid.

Meng Ye's mouth twitched slightly, and his originally calm mood became inexplicably uneasy.

Why does the junior sister seem to cause more trouble than several junior brothers?

It must be an illusion.

A figure approached, just as Su Zuo had finished speaking, he took out the dagger he picked up in the inheritance of the Dragon Clan.

The dagger is a divine sword.

Su Zuo planned to see if her senior brothers needed it, but she wouldn't need it anyway.

"I'm not good at using swords." Meng Ye declined politely, "I can see if Lao Liu and the others can use them."

Su Zuo: "..."

A sword master who is not good at using swords?

Su Zuo was speechless and greeted the third senior brother who had just arrived.

Yu Hongyu said equally frankly: "I don't know how to use a sword either."

Okay, this is even more exaggerated. He said he can't use a sword.

However, the third senior brother does not use swords very much, which is somewhat true.

"I'll take you out of here first," Yu Hongyu said, "I'll go back in a few days."

Su Zuo thought of something and took out a jar of demon blood: "Senior brother, are you going to the Spirit Vein Tower yet?"

"...Go." Yu Hongyu responded.

"Bring me some local specialties to the tower spirit." Su Zuo handed out a jar and took out several jars of demon blood to him.

That much blood was all thanks to Xiao Fa... So even if he overestimated his abilities, Su Zuo looked at him as if he were a silly son of a landlord and couldn't hate him.

"Oh." Yu Hongyu didn't quite understand, but agreed.

He knew that Su Zuo had stayed in the Black Spirit Pagoda for a month and relied on harvesting Ta Ling's wool, but he didn't expect that the two had some friendship.

Finally, Su Zuo shared his work with his fellow students.

The blood technique of the Great Desolate Ancestor that she had adapted and discounted.

Although only the power of heaven-level physical skills is left, the good thing is that this physical skills skips the process of physical training and involves complex and unspeakable avenues. Its power is extremely superior among the skills Su Zuo has seen in his life. .

And if Su Zuo had a deeper understanding, he could improve a better version.

The two senior brothers were silent after reading this.

In this atmosphere, Su Zuo felt inexplicably serious as if he was being graded. He calmly asked Xiao Jian: "Are you sure you can't see the problem?"

Because she was too busy, she stopped reading it after she finished writing, wondering if there might be any place where the words failed to convey her meaning.

Xiaojian: "Are you questioning me, Su Ritian?"

Su Zuo: "..."

While Su Zuo was carefully breaking apart the small sword, Qin Yilu arrived late, with demon blood still hanging on the sword's edge.

Su Zuo concentrated on recalling and looked for typos very carefully. He nodded to his senior brother and continued to think hard.

Qin Yilu met the complicated gazes of the two junior brothers, his deep brows moved slightly, and he became more and more puzzled.

After a while, he couldn't hold himself back and said, "What do you want me to do?"

None of them spoke, did you want to force him to speak?