Feng Feiyun rubbed his forehead, and said a little speechlessly: "Snow note, the conscience of heaven and earth, which eye did you see me into another woman's bed?"
"Obviously, you and those two delicate beauties just now are afraid that they will live very quickly" Nalan Xue didn't give up, pouted a small mouth, revealing two rows of braided shells, like a little hen, wanting to peck at Feng Feiyun's body.
She just wanted to teach this prodigal a good lesson, but she was caught by this prodigal and hugged her arms, and she couldn't move at all.
Feng Feiyun pressed her fragrant shoulder, gently touched the blood stains on her body and the wound on her back, and made a smack sound in her mouth, she was so young and so young, and so innocent, but she was so stupid to fight with others for her own life.
Nalan Xuejian stubbornly lasted twice, then stopped moving, and said with a whimpering voice: "They all said that you jumped into the Yellow Clay Ancient Well, and sank to the ground with the entire Cangsheng Temple, and you are already dead with no bones, but I don't believe it, you big bastard loves to pretend to be dead, how can an ancient well be able to bury you." ” Feng Feiyun said: "Naturally, I can't die, even if I want to die, I have to get your approval." ” "But now I wish you had died sooner, so as not to make people angry."
Nalan Xuejian glared at Feng Feiyun fiercely, obviously still annoyed with him.
"Angry little monk, no, it's a little nun, haha" Feng Feiyun teased.
Nalan Xuejian suddenly became anxious, thumped Feng Feiyun's chest, and said, "You should have known that it was absolutely impossible for me to be a little nun, absolutely impossible."
She was so emotional that the wound on her back was ropen and blood was pouring out.
Feng Feiyun hurriedly took out a drop of spiritual spring from his arms, although this drop of spiritual spring was worth millions of gold, he didn't hesitate to take it for her to help her heal.
The medicinal properties of the spiritual spring emanated from her body, enveloping her body as if it had turned into a cocoon covered in white mist.
"Big Bull Boss, you are really the son of the demon" Wu Jiu walked out of the private room.
Feng Feiyun stared at him and said, "That's right, if you are afraid of being implicated, you can leave." ” "Phew, you treat Lao Tzu as a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death, and you don't treat us as brothers."
Wang Meng finally smashed the table with a slap this time, and suddenly stood up.
"That's right, we haven't seen anything in the world, I slept with Zhentianhou's wife back then, what else would I not dare" Liu Qinsheng touched the goatee on his chin, coughed twice and walked out.
"What's the matter, Huang Feng, the thief, three thousand sons, advance and retreat together."
The camel made a bold statement.
Although these four thieves are all great evils, they have done a lot of murder and arson, but they are extremely righteous, even if Feng Feiyun is not tolerated by the immortal cultivators of the entire Nantai Mansion, they dare to fight against these immortal sects and families.
"This is my business, it has nothing to do with you, help me take care of the snow note, my business has to be solved by myself, even if I am beaten to death, you don't interfere, otherwise don't blame me for not treating you as brothers."
There are more than 100,000 large and small immortal sects in Nantaifu, and there are as many as ten of the top powers, and those who cultivate to be powerful are like carp crossing the river, who dares to offend the immortal cultivators of a mansion Feng Feiyun didn't let them do it, because he didn't want them to get involved in this fight, so as not to lose their lives in vain.
"So you are Feng Feiyun" "Boom" There was a loud bang above the sixth floor, the door of the private room was shattered by sound waves, and the three anti-genius handsomes showed their true colors, they sat around a square table, drinking and eating food, and listened to Yaqu, looking very calm and indifferent.
They are all the top masters of the younger generation of Nantai Mansion, and the three of them gathered here, and they are still sure of dealing with a Feng Feiyun who is only in the early stage of the Divine Foundation.
"I'll just say that the rumors can't be trusted, how can he be cowardly to compete with the seniors of the giant power, in the early stage of the Shenji, it will be easy for me to deal with him."
One of them, a genius handsome, carried a white porcelain wine jug and poured it directly into his mouth, making the sound of wine entering his throat.
"The rumors in this world are not worthy of their name, and today I will defeat the son of the demon in front of everyone, take his head, and pay tribute to the souls of those who have died."
Qin Zhan glanced at Feng Feiyun below, the corners of his mouth hooked slightly, revealing a mocking smile.
Feng Feiyun jumped lightly, flew down to the glazed tiles of the sixth layer, stood dozens of meters high, faced the night wind, and said with a smile: "Since you are so powerful, then I really want to have a good life with you." ” Qin Zhan's strength is obvious to all, although everyone is surprised by Feng Feiyun's true identity, but after all, he only has the cultivation of the early stage of the Divine Foundation.
"The son of the demon is the lackey of the female demon, since he has arrived in the Beacon City, then the female demon has also come to the Beacon City."
As soon as these words came out, many people were scared in their hearts, even the three anti-genius junks were no exception.
Although everyone thinks that any one of the three anti-geniuses can defeat Feng Feiyun, if the female demon comes to the Beacon City, then everyone will die.
"Huh" Qin Zhan's mind was firm, and he quickly reined in the fear of the female demon in his heart, and his fingers gently pinched the sword technique, and the three-foot Qingfeng on his back immediately flew out.
It's the Flying Sword Technique again.
Feng Feiyun stood in the wind, his black hair was messy in the cold wind, and at the moment when Qin Zhan's three-foot Qingfeng came out of the sheath, he suddenly rushed out, and his body turned into an afterimage, like a ghost flying on the top of a stunning building.
"Bang, bang, bang" The shadow of the flying sword crackled in the air, and it fought with the afterimage, sometimes appearing in the west, sometimes flying to the east.
The sword qi was shuttling everywhere in the stunning building, and some of the firelight accompanied by the sword qi was very dazzling.
Although Qin Zhan was still sitting calmly on the chair, his body was already tied, and his five fingers quickly changed the sword technique, so that he could barely keep up with the changes in Feng Feiyun's body technique.
How can a person's speed be so fast Qin Zhan felt that the speed at which he pinched the sword technique was almost unable to catch up with the speed of Feng Feiyun's body transformation, and a drop of sweat had already overflowed on his forehead, and suddenly, five cold rays of light flew out of his five fingers, and at the same time he entered the flying sword.
"All Swords Are One" One hundred and eight sword qi suddenly condensed and formed, stabbing out like a rain of swords.
"Break it for me" Feng Feiyun stretched out a finger and drew a huge circle in the air, and his palm knocked the circle out, breaking not the sword qi, but the six divine thoughts that controlled the sword qi.
"Boom" one hundred and eight sword qi were all wiped out, turning into one hundred and eight clouds of smoke and dust.
At this time, Qin Zhan finally couldn't sit still, and suddenly stood up from the chair, but at this moment, a figure suddenly flew over, stood beside him, stretched out an arm, slapped a palm fiercely, and pressed it towards his shoulder.
It's the wind and the clouds Qin Zhan's eyelids shrank, his heart jumped suddenly, he didn't think much about it, his feet smashed the plank, his body sank, and before Feng Feiyun's palm pressed on his shoulder, his body sank.
Feng Feiyun's palm missed, and then he hit a second palm, this palm directly blasted out the power of the five oxes, and the five unibulls attacked the top of Qin Zhan's head from top to bottom.
One move after another, not giving him a respite at all.
"Snowbird Soul" Qin Zhan opened his mouth and spit out a cloud of white dazzling light, and the spirit of a strange bird rushed out, waving its claws to tear the five unicorns apart.
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The snowbird is the soul of a strange beast that has been cultivated for five hundred years, and its combat power is incomparably terrifying, especially the sharp beak, which is simply invincible.
"Mao Turtle, I'll leave it to you" Feng Feiyun took out a white turtle the size of a palm from his arms, the shell of this turtle was like rusty steel, and the head was the size of an adult's fist, which was very disproportionate to its body, and even more disproportionate was his four legs, which were simply a little too long.
If it weren't for the turtle shell, I would have thought it was a white duckling.
"It's a trivial matter, leave it to the old man" Before the turtle's words were finished, he was shocked by the snowbird spirit and flew out, falling into the corner of the wall with his feet facing the sky, and the turtle shell shook on the floor, and he couldn't turn over for half a day.
A black line appeared on Feng Feiyun's forehead, shook his head, and suddenly, a fierce sword qi flew up from below, and this sword slashed out of the phantom, which was more than ten meters long, and the sword body was as wide as a door panel.
Such a terrifying sword aura could simply smash a monk at the peak of the divine foundation.
"Boom" Miao Ghost Wrench Finger flew up from Feng Feiyun's hand, suspended in mid-air, condensed the surrounding aura, turned into a huge handprint, countless ancient drawings rose and fell on the handprint, a terrifying and boundless huge "ghost" word, printed in the palm of the hand, falling from the sky, smashing the sword qi all over the sky.
"Bang" The huge ghost handprint not only shattered the sword qi in the sky, but also knocked Qin Zhandu back to the ground, his legs sank into the ground, and the quasi-spirit weapon-level flying sword in his hand shook a crack, and his body was surrounded by rubble. was so embarrassed by a monk in the early stage of the god base, if it weren't for the fact that at the last critical moment, a gap was broken and a way out was cut, and it was not necessarily that he had died under the ghost handprint just now.
Feng Feiyun stood on the corridor on the fifth floor, stared at him condescendingly, and said, "This is invincible in the same realm":