At this time, the disciples from the Deacon Hall came onto the stage tremblingly.

"In this fight, Feng Qingqing won."

He really didn't expect that an ordinary fight in the family would be so fierce and desperate.

He wanted to stop the situation just now, but he couldn't stop it because of his insufficient cultivation.

Someone has already gone to report it to the deacons and elders, and they will probably be here soon.

Fengling didn't expect that she even took out the magic weapon from the bottom of the box and lost in the end.

God is so unfair, why didn't he give her a perverted spiritual root like Feng Qingqing?

Feng Wan immediately fed Feng Qingqing a third-level bone-growing pill.

A new arm grew out of the bloody broken arm at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it soon returned to its original state.

The other monks looked at her with envy again. They were so lucky to have a sister with many pills.

The bone-growing pill just now must be of the third level. I don't know if Feng Wan refined it himself or gave it to his family.

No matter what it is, they are only envious.

Feng Qingqing knew that she would be fine because she had Feng Wan as her biggest supporter.

It was because of this that she dared to chop off her arm so decisively.

Although the arms have grown back, the sleeves of the robe cannot be restored.

Feng Qihang hurriedly covered his white and smooth arms with one of his robes.

Feng Wan and Feng Qihang supported Feng Qingqing together. When they passed by Fengling, Feng Qingqing stopped.

"The general is defeated."

Feng Qingqing said coldly and sarcastically.

Fengling was dejected at this moment. She no longer had the arrogance that was unique to her as a third-level alchemist.

She bit her lip tightly, but couldn't refute even a word.

Success or defeat, whatever she says is feeble.

Just after Feng Wan and others walked past Fengling, a burst of thunder and lightning sounded.

What everyone saw was that Fengling's hair was split into pieces of black residue and kept falling.

Some female nuns were so disgusted that they vomited when they saw this scene.

A layer of black slag was also chopped off the surface of Fengling's pill furnace.

"Who did this?" Fengling roared.

She didn't know that Feng Wan had practiced a thunder-based skill that liked to split black slag.

Feng Wan smiled sweetly, "I'm sorry, my hand slipped."

Fengling really didn't expect that it was Feng Wan who did it. Damn it, her hand slipped, she did it on purpose.

Feng Qingqing looked at Fengling's miserable state and laughed so hard.

"Fengling, this look really suits you."

All the monks in the audience shook their heads, ugly, too ugly.

Fengling now gives people the impression that a layer of black residue is sprinkled on top of the peeled eggs, which is still falling.

Ugly and disgusting.

Fengling felt ashamed to see others. After hearing Feng Qingqing's words and looking at the layer of black scum on the ground, she was so angry that she almost vomited blood.

He took out a rejuvenating pill and stuffed it into his mouth.

It's just a small skill, and she, a third-level alchemist, is not afraid of it at all.

But it turned out that Fengling's thinking was too simple. After taking the rejuvenation pill, her hair did grow back quickly.

However, the newly born hair was soon chopped into pieces.

Fengling didn't believe in evil, so she ate again and was hacked again.

"ah."

Fengling yelled like crazy. In the end, she didn't know whether it was because she consumed too much spiritual power or she couldn't bear it mentally, so she fainted on the competition stage.

The monks in the audience looked at me and I looked at you, with confusion in their eyes.

When had they, the monks, been so fragile? They were just like ordinary people, fainting at the slightest sign of fainting.

Fengling has become the laughing stock of the entire Feng family, of course, including those monks who supported her just now and wanted to get the elixir from her.

Yu Jian reacted immediately and went to the competition stage, intending to take her away.

But before any movement could be made, there was a slight fluctuation in the air.

The clan leader appeared on the competition stage with several elders.

Feng Yun looked at Feng Wan immediately, and then looked at Feng Qingqing after seeing that she was fine.

"Qing girl, how is your arm?"

Although he knew that as long as there were pills, the monk's broken arms and legs could be restored, Feng Yun was still a little scared.

The Feng family only has a few baby bumps, and any damage would hurt him to death.

Feng Qingqing smiled and said nonchalantly, "As long as my sister is here, I will be fine."

Don't ask why Feng Qingqing is so confident, she just believes in Feng Wan.

Feng Yun nodded, "That's good. Let's take my girl and take your sister to have a rest first."

"Yes, Grandpa Patriarch."

The other elders followed, not worried about Feng Qingqing and Fengling, but worried about Feng Wan.

Now it is certain that she is fine, Feng Qingqing is fine, and Fengling is fine, then it is not a big deal.

Fengling was still fainting on the competition stage. Although her hair finally grew out, the black residue on the ground proved that the competition just now was also very brutal.

Feng Yun and Feng Mao twitched slightly when they saw the familiar black scum.

If they guessed correctly, this was probably done by Wan Yatou.

The Heavenly Level Kung Fu that Wan Yatou mastered on the ninth floor of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion has this evil taste.

"Wake her up."

Fengyun could no longer bear Fengling.

This competition stage is for the clan's disciples to fight. There is no problem for Feng Qingqing to challenge Fengling.

Since Fengling accepted the challenge, she could afford to lose.

Who would have thought that in the end, in order to win, she would take out all the magical weapons.

This is not a big problem, but what Feng Yun cannot tolerate is that she actually has murderous intentions.

The disciples from the Deacon Hall rushed forward and drove away the juniors who wanted to take the opportunity to please Fengling.

"Fengling, wake up quickly, the clan leader and elders are here."

After shouting once, Fengling didn't respond at all.

The disciples in the Deacon Hall frowned, their voices filled with spiritual power, and they called Fengling up again.

I don't know whether Fengling was too embarrassed to see people and couldn't get up, or she was injured too seriously and still didn't wake up.

"Grandpa Patriarch, I'll do it."

Feng Wan asked Feng Qihang to support Feng Qingqing, and took the initiative to ask Ying to wake up Fengling.

"Okay, be careful."

With Feng Yun's agreement, Feng Wan came to Fengling with a smile on her face.

He leaned over and said, "Uncle, wake up, your hair has only grown half, you still need to take another rejuvenation pill."

Female nuns all love beauty, and they especially care about their hair.

A head of flowing long hair will add a lot of fairy air to the female cultivator.

Fengling is no exception, she takes care of her hair very well.

That's why she couldn't accept it when her hair was split into black residue just now.

Feng Wan's words had an effect. Fengling's eyelids moved, but they did not wake up after moving for a long time.

Feng Wan already knew that Fengling was awake, and she was pretending to be fainted on purpose.

Fengling's little trick was to deceive disciples with low cultivation levels, and the clan leader and others naturally noticed it.

But she wanted to pretend to be faint, but she couldn't use violence to wake her up.

"Girl Zhuan, if you can't wake her up, just use lightning to wake her up."

Feng Qingqing leaned on Feng Qihang's shoulder and suggested with a smile.

Feng Wan nodded and said with the same smile, "Sister is so smart, why didn't I think of that?

Don’t worry, everyone, my thunder and lightning will only wake up Master Fengling and won’t hurt her at all.”

Feng Wan was afraid that everyone would be worried about hurting Fengling, so he explained it thoughtfully.
Chapter completed!