The Male Protagonist and the Villain Are Both My Cubs

CHAPTER 99: VICTORY

Ji Ying and Ling Zixi are the closest, and bear the brunt, feeling the pressure of the silk satin in Ling Zixi's hand.

Yes, this is the magic weapon Ling Zixi got in the secret palace, Ling Zixi named it Zhuoqingling!

Ling Zixi just took two pills to replenish her spiritual power. At this time, she was full of spiritual power, and Zhuo Qingling was flooded with wood spiritual power, both human blood and demon blood. Mixed in one place, Zhuo Qingling shines brightly.

Ji Ying's red flame stick was entangled by the green silk.

The most uncomfortable situation in the fight is not exhaustion, but the use of secret techniques, burning fighting spirit, but unable to release.

And... Zhuoqingling was not burned by the red flame stick, you must know that the flame of the red flame stick is obviously the wood spirit power of Zhuoqingling!

When this happens, either Ling Zixi's cultivation is much higher than Ji Ying, or Zhuo Qingling's rank is higher than Chi Yan stick.

In fact, there is another situation, that is, Ling Zixi's spiritual power is very rare and high in purity.

But...no one thinks it will be the third case.

Ling Zixi looked at the Zhuoqing lingerie in her hand and thought it was the reason for the high rank of the Zhuoqing ling. After all, it was the magic weapon in the last hall in the underground palace!

What can be placed last, of course, will not be an ordinary thing!

Ji Ying froze in the air, pouring spiritual power into the red flame stick again and again. .

After going back and forth a few times, Ji Ying couldn't help being frustrated and angry, so much power could not be released, so why did he use his secret techniques to waste his body? !

Ji Ying felt like she was punched on the flexible cloth, but the cloth gently wrapped his fist, without breaking, not even a little bit injured.

The feeling of being stuck in a quagmire and unable to do anything is too uncomfortable.

Ji Ying widened her eyes and looked at Ling Zixi, only to see Ling Zixi still looking like a light cloud and wind, the wind blowing Ling Zixi's hair, Ling Zixi's The red rope tied at the back of the head danced with the hair, and the red short-sleeved shirt and white water cloud sleeves swayed in the wind, blending with the mountain light and sky behind him, like a pair of ink paintings sprinkled with cinnabar.

The most amazing thing is his eyes, phoenix dance freehand, peerless romance.

How could this scene just shock Ji Ying, Bai Moheng stood in a good viewing position at a high place, and his eyes kept staring at Ling Zixi, like staring at the unparalleled treasure in the world.

Little Huangying came to Bai Moheng at some point, and together with Bai Moheng, looked at Ling Zixi's face obsessively.

Heavy purple mingled in the crowd in the auditorium, his cheeks were half-covered with purple gauze, he held a purple folding fan in his hand, unfolded it suddenly, and smiled lightly.

If you look closely, you can see the purple vine imprint on Zhongzi's wrist due to spiritual violence and damage to the meridians.