However, Ji Mingyu's life was so boring, hard and lonely.
The only things that always accompanied him were his sword and the sound of wind and rain in the mountains and forests.
Xi Yue thought with regret and pity, if only she could grow up with him!
This went on until one evening.
Little Ji Mingyu went up the mountain to store food. As winter was approaching, the food became scarce. He went deep into the forest and encountered a group of magic wolves.
Each demon wolf has the strength of ** level.
At this time, Ji Mingyu's strength was only at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage.
Come to think of it, the boy's childish face looked no older than six years old. Even if he practiced anti-aging techniques, he would only be seven or eight years old at most.
A seven or eight-year-old child has actually reached the peak of the Nascent Soul stage. If this talent were to be told, it would probably make all the geniuses in the three thousand planes ashamed.
However, no matter how great his talent was, it was impossible for him to defeat more than a dozen demon wolves alone.
Xi Yue's heart was in her throat, and she wished she could rush over to help him deal with all the demon wolves.
But little Ji Mingyu's expression remained calm. He picked up a long sword that was taller than him and faced the demon wolf without fear.
Xiao Ji Mingyu killed the demon wolves one after another, but he was also left with countless wounds on his body.
Slowly, the boy's spiritual power was exhausted, and the sword in his hand became as heavy as a thousand pounds, and he couldn't even lift it.
However, stimulated by the blood, the demon wolf became more and more brave and ferocious.
A demon wolf pounced over and opened its bloody mouth towards the little Ji Mingyu who had no strength to move.
Xi Yue screamed and her face turned pale with fear.
At this moment, thousands of sword lights fell from the sky and instantly killed all the demon wolves.
The wolf's blood splattered all over the little boy, and the severed head of the wolf rolled to the little boy's feet.
But he did not show any fear or terror, but looked in the direction where the sword light came from.
For the first time, Xi Yue saw the sparkling light in little Ji Mingyu's eyes.
That represents joy, expectation and admiration!
Xi Yue turned her head and saw a tall man slowly landing.
He wore a golden mask on his face and simple, inconspicuous clothes, wrapping his whole body tightly.
Even the hands and feet were not exposed.
But when Xi Yue saw him, her whole body tensed up and her hair stood on end.
Moreover, when you get closer, you can smell a foul odor at the tip of your nose.
Xi Yue looked at Xiao Ji Mingyu, only to see that he was covered in blood, wounds, and his spiritual energy was exhausted, so much so that he even staggered when he walked.
But he quickly walked up to the man and bowed respectfully: "Master!"
The little bun's eyes were sparkling, like the sparkling stars in the night sky.
Xi Yue had never seen little Ji Mingyu so happy before.
It turned out that this man was his master.
However, Xiyue had a very bad impression of the masked man.
Because when he looked at Ji Mingyu, there was only coldness, severity and calculation in his eyes, without a trace of tenderness.
Sure enough, the man looked at him coldly and uttered only two words, "Waste!"
Little Ji Mingyu's eyes immediately dimmed, and his already stern face became even more expressionless.
The man took little Mingyu back to the wooden house.
The boy was clearly covered in wounds, but the masked man had no intention of treating him or comforting him. Instead, he said in a deep voice, "Show me what you have learned in the past few days."
Little Mingyu didn't even frown before he started to dance with his sword. (To be continued)