Reborn as the little tail of the cool master

The Dark Dragon dodged sideways, leaned back, and tilted his head in confusion, "Dog life? I said, I'm a dragon!"

The outstretched palm instantly turned into sharp claws and reached towards Xiao Jingxuan's waist and abdomen.

Even though he dodged in time, his movements were sluggish because he was carrying a person on his shoulders.

There was a bloody hole on the side of his waist, and blood was flowing out.

The Dark Dragon's ears twitched, and he put his palm to his nose and sniffed, and said in shock: "Ah, it's bleeding."

"You're so vulnerable! I thought you were so powerful."

There was a pale light in his cloudy eyes, and no other emotions could be seen except for the weirdness.

"You provoked me first, so don't go back and beg for mercy if you lose."

He picked up the long spear that was standing at his side, held it in his hand very skillfully, and pointed the tip of the spear at Xiao Jingxuan.

"So troublesome." Xiao Jingxuan cursed and moved the person in his arms to his shoulder to a position that would save effort.

He paused with his feet, then leaped into the air as light as a flying bird. In an instant he rose several feet high and landed lightly on the halberd.

He stood steadily, with his clothes fluttering in the wind, making rustling sounds.

He looked down upon him, as if he were a piece of insignificant trash, with disdain and contempt.

"I provoked you? It was you who tied up my junior uncle first! Otherwise, I wouldn't bother to set foot in this filthy hell of yours!"

The Dark Dragon raised his halberd, and Xiao Jingxuan turned around and somersaulted down. He raised his hand to hold the red curtain before he could stand firm.

The movement was too intense, and he used his internal energy to cause the blood to rush even faster, soaking his white clothes in a short while.

The long spear was retracted and extended freely in his palm, stabbing Xiao Jingxuan so hard that he had no power to fight back.

The halberd's attack range was so wide that he couldn't even get close to the Nether Dragon.

I don’t know if it was a coincidence or for other reasons, but the Xuan Ji fan was able to break his attack.

The Xuanji Fan was a weapon he had just obtained, and he was not very familiar with its use, and it even did not obey his master's orders at all.

It is precisely because the Xuanji fan is magical and has awakened self-awareness that it is dissatisfied with its new owner that it develops a rebellious mentality.

Xiao Jingxuan ran to avoid the attack and asked angrily, "Xuan Ji Shan, do you really want me to die here today?"

A voice came from behind my waist, like a child, but majestic, "I really think so."

"My masters in the past could beat this kid to a pulp even without my help."

"This is the first time I've met someone as bad as you. I hope you die soon so I can find your next one."

Xiao Jingxuan really didn't expect that a mere magical weapon could have such a meticulous and vicious mind!

I was so shocked that I couldn't speak for a moment, and my tongue was frozen, but I was roaring in my heart: I really saw a ghost today! What kind of broken magic is this?

When other people get the Divine Martial Summoning, they are so obedient and docile, but why am I so arrogant when it comes to mine? I might as well not have it!

"You look down on me? I look down on you too! Who do you think cares about you? You don't have any ability, and you even caused me to be chased and beaten."

If he hadn't casually made a summoning gesture, the waves would have surged and rolled over, and the Xuanji fan would have flown out from the bottom of the sea, and everyone wouldn't have been chased and killed by the Nether Dragon.

However, Shenwu cannot be shaken off because of the same intention. As early as the moment of summoning, the contract between the two has been signed, and Shenwu has been integrated into the blood of the cultivator.

Xiao Jingxuan was so angry that his mind was blinded by anger. He was about to summon Xuanji Fan and threw it to the ground.

It spoke in a somewhat arrogant voice, and it was hard to tell whether it was male or female. "But, this kid, Minglong, is also an annoying and stupid dragon. I think I hate him more than you."

"And! Who are you calling incompetent? You are just a young boy, why do you look down on me?"

"Look, I'll show you my skills today. You won't have such a good opportunity in the future, so I won't teach you anymore."

Xiao Jingxuan almost laughed out loud, and sighed in his heart: It turns out that Shenwu, who has lived for millions of years, can't resist provocation.

Hearing this, Minglong's expression suddenly became even more sour, "You actually want to join forces with other men to deal with me?"

"Oh my," the dark green, smooth and elegant bamboo fan was placed in front of Xiao Jingxuan, "Don't say such harsh words."

"After all, before this brat awakened my consciousness, hadn't you bullied me enough?"

The Xuanji fan made a sound and suddenly opened its blades, and the cold and oppressive feeling belonging to the weapon rushed towards one's face.

In just a moment, it changed from an elegant object of scholars and poets to an extremely vicious and evil ancient weapon.

Xiao Jingxuan's face was blocked by the fan. He calmly closed his slightly open jaw. He really had the qualifications to act so arrogantly.

It has to be said that the Xuanji fan, which looks elegant, is ranked first among the great magical weapons, which shows that it has strength.

He looks like a gentleman, holding an ordinary bamboo-handled painted fan in his hand for show, but he can cut the enemy's throat in the blink of an eye.

"I have protected you for so many years, and you turned around and joined another camp? Now you want to kill me?"

"Wrong," Xuanji Shan had patience, but it seemed like she didn't have much, so she rushed forward, "I'm not going to kill you, I'm just taking this opportunity to teach you a lesson!"

The Xuanji fan, which seemed like it would break if torn, made a clanging sound when it clashed with the long spear.

Xiao Jingxuan felt his scalp numbing just by hearing it. He turned his head away and closed his eyes.

"Hey, kid, why are you closing your eyes? Watch carefully, the next move is called--"

"Phantom Shadow and Blue Soul Art." A sharp blade aura burst out from around the Xuanji fan, and the spell was chanted with full energy, causing the air to vibrate.

The Xuanji fan is divided into multiple clones, each of which is extremely realistic and exudes a chilling aura of weapon.

Perhaps it was because Xiao Jingxuan and he had a similar spiritual consciousness and thoughts, he could tell at a glance which one was real and which one was fake.

Xuanji Fan stopped talking nonsense and started fanning Minglong in a round-robin battle, making him overwhelmed.

"This move is called Ice Soul Blood Magic."

"All the stars are falling."

“………………”All kinds of fancy names of moves.

Even if he could withstand two or three attacks, there would always be places that he could not take care of, and many shallow cuts would be made on his body.

The luxurious wedding attire became tattered and the blood was as red as the wedding gown.

"You're using your ultimate move right at the start?" Ming Long spat out a mouthful of blood foam, "You really are someone who advocates a quick victory."

"Well, don't act like you know me so well. It makes me feel sick."

"Come again!"

"Okay, I'll keep you company until the end." The dark green bamboo-handled painted fan spun in the air. "It's been a while since I had such a satisfying fight."

Xiao Jingxuan knew that the Xuanji Fan was only used to demonstrate to him and was not intended to kill him.

But judging from the current battle situation, it seems that I am redundant?

Then it shouldn't be a big deal if he sneaks away with his junior master in his arms, right?

At worst, after escaping, I can recall the Xuanji fan that was involved in the battle?

Xiao Jingxuan did what he said. He turned around carefully and took a step forward.

A panting but still clear and melodious voice came from behind, "Stop it!"

Xiao Jingxuan was immediately startled and stopped in his tracks. Why did this voice sound so much like that of Junior Master's?

Then what is that thing on your shoulders?