Chapter 3177: Master

However, Ji Ming’s life is so boring, hard and lonely.
The only ones who accompany him are the wind and the sound of the sword and the mountains.
I regret and pity, if I can grow up with him, it will be fine!
Such days continue until one evening.
Xiao Ji went to the mountains to store food. Because of the winter, the food became less. He entered the depths of the forest and met a group of devil wolves.
Each demon wolf has eight or nine levels of strength.
At this time, the strength of Ji Ming is only the peak of the Yuan Ying period.
To put it bluntly, the boy’s tender face will not be more than six years old. Even if he is practicing in Yan’an, he will be at most seven or eight years old.
A child of seven or eight years old actually reached the peak of the Yuan Ying period. This talent is said to go out, probably will make all the geniuses of the 3,000 planes feel ashamed.
However, no matter how good the talent is, it is impossible for him to defeat one or more devils alone.
My heart mentioned the eyes of the blind, and I couldn’t wait to rush to help him clean up the wolves.
However, Xiao Ji’s look was still very calm, and he picked up a long sword higher than his height, and he did not fear the magic wolf.
One after another, the demon wolf was killed by Xiao Ji, but his body also left countless wounds.
Slowly, the little boy's spiritual power is exhausted, and the sword in his hand becomes as heavy as he can, and he can't lift it.
The magic wolf, under the stimulation of blood, has become more and more brave and more and more ferocious.
A demon wolf rushed up and opened the mouth to Xiao Ji, who had no power to play the pneumatic bomb.
He screamed and his face was scared.
At this moment, thousands of Jianguang descended from the sky, and instantly killed all the devil wolves.
The blood of the demon wolf splattered the little boy, and the head of the chopped devil wolf fell to the feet of the little boy.
However, he did not have the feeling of fear and fear, but looked in the direction of Jianguang.
For the first time, I saw the sparkling light in Xiao Ji’s eyes.
That represents the joy, hope and envy!
Looking around, I saw a tall man slowly landing.
He wore a gold-colored mask on his face, wearing a plain and unremarkable dress, and his body was wrapped tightly.
Even the hands and feet are not exposed.
But when he saw him, he was very tight and creepy.
Moreover, by the closeness, the tip of the nose seems to smell a rancid smell.
Looking forward to Xiaoji’s sorrow, I saw him licking his blood, his wounds were scarred, his body was exhausted, and he walked and swayed.
However, he quickly went to the man and respectfully bowed: "Master!"
The small buns are twinkling, like a gleaming night star.
I have never seen Xiao Ji’s meditation so happy.
It turned out that this man is his master.
However, I don’t have a good impression of the man in this mask.
Because he looked at Ji Ming's eyes only cold, harsh and calculating, there is no trace of warmth.
Sure enough, the man looked at him coldly and only spit out two words, "Waste!"
Xiao Xiaoji’s eyes were faint, and the cold little face was even more expressionless.
The man returned to the log house with a small mound.
The boy was covered in bruises, but the mask man did not treat him at all, appease his meaning, but he said: "Show me what you have learned in these few days."
Xiao Ming did not wrinkle his brow, and began to dance a long sword.