Feng Feiyun rubbed his forehead and said speechlessly: "Xuejian, the conscience of heaven and earth! Which of your eyes saw me getting into another woman's bed?"
"Obviously, you and those two beauties were very happy just now, weren't you?" Nalan Xuejian was reluctant, pouting her little mouth, revealing two rows of braided shells, like a little hen,
I want to peck Feng Feiyun’s body.
She just wanted to teach this libertine a lesson, but instead he was caught by him and held him in his arms, unable to move at all.
Feng Feiyun pressed her shoulder, gently touched the blood marks on her body and the wounds on her back, and made a tut-tut sound. She was young and innocent, but she risked her life for herself.
It's really stupid to fight with others.
Nalan Xuejian stubbornly persisted for a few moments, then stopped moving, and said in a whimpering voice: "They all said that you jumped into the Huangni Ancient Well, and sank to the ground with the entire Cangsheng Temple. You were dead without any bones left.
But I don’t believe it. You’re a big bastard who likes to pretend to be dead. How could an ancient well be able to bury you?”
Feng Feiyun said: "Of course I can't die. Even if I want to die, I have to get your approval."
"But, now I wish you had died earlier, so as not to make people angry." Nalan Xuejian glared at Feng Feiyun, obviously still annoyed with him.
"The angry little monk, no, it's the little nun, haha!" Feng Feiyun joked.
Nalan Xuejian suddenly became anxious and beat Feng Feiyun on the chest, saying: "You should have known that it is absolutely impossible for me to become a nun, it is absolutely impossible...ah!"
She was so excited that she opened the wound on her back and blood began to flow.
Feng Feiyun quickly took out a drop of spiritual spring from his arms. Although this drop of spiritual spring was worth millions of gold, he drank it for her without any hesitation to help her heal her injuries.
The medicinal properties of the spiritual spring emanated from her body, wrapping her body as if it had turned into a cocoon shrouded in white mist.
"Daniu...Boss, are you really the son of a demon?" Wu Jiu walked out of the private room.
Feng Feiyun stared at him and said: "Yes, if you are afraid of being implicated, you can leave."
"Bah! Do you think we are greedy for life and afraid of death? You don't think of us as brothers." Wang Meng finally smashed the table to pieces with a slap and stood up suddenly.
"That's right, we have never seen anything in the world. I slept with Marquis Zhentian's wife back then, what else can I not dare to do?" Mr. Liu touched the goatee on his chin, coughed twice and left.
come out.
"Why don't we, Huang Feng's three thousand bandits, advance and retreat together?" Luo Tuozi made a bold statement.
Although these four thieves are all evil and have committed many murders and arson, they are extremely loyal. Even if Feng Feiyun is not tolerated by the entire Nantai Mansion immortal cultivators, they still dare to go against these immortal sects and families.
.
"This is my business and has nothing to do with you at all. Help me take care of Xue Jian. My affairs have to be solved by myself. Even if I am beaten to death, don't interfere. Otherwise, don't blame me."
Treat you as brothers."
There are more than 100,000 large and small immortal sects in Nantai Mansion, and there are even ten top powerful forces. People with powerful cultivation are like crucian carp crossing the river. Who dares to offend the immortal cultivators in this mansion?
Feng Feiyun didn't let them take action because he didn't want them to get involved in this fight, lest they lose their lives in vain.
"So you are Feng Feiyun!"
"boom!"
There was a loud noise on the sixth floor, and the door of the elegant room was shattered by the sound wave. The three geniuses showed their true colors. They sat around a square table, drinking and eating, and listened to the elegant room.
Qu, seems very calm and indifferent.
They are all the top masters of the younger generation in Nantai Mansion. With the three of them gathered here, they are still confident of dealing with Feng Feiyun, who is only in the early stage of Shenji.
"I just said that the rumors cannot be trusted. How can a coward like him compete with a senior at the level of Juqing? He is only in the early stage of the Divine Foundation. It is easy for me to deal with him." One of the geniuses held a white porcelain wine bottle and said directly.
He poured it into his mouth and made the sound of wine going down his throat.
"The rumors in this world are not worthy of their reputation. Today I will defeat the son of the demon in front of everyone, take his head, and pay homage to the dead souls." Qin Zhan glanced at Feng Feiyun below, with a slight smile at the corner of his mouth.
Gou, showing a sarcastic smile.
Feng Feiyun jumped lightly and flew down to the glazed tiles on the sixth floor. Standing tens of meters high, facing the night wind, he smiled and said: "Since you are so powerful, then I really want to
Let’s have a good life with you.”
Qin Zhan's power is obvious to all. Although everyone is surprised by Feng Feiyun's true identity, after all, he only has the cultivation level of the early stage of Shenji.
"The son of the demon is the lackey of the succubus. Since he has arrived in Fenghuo Liancheng, has the succubus also come to Fenghuo Liancheng?" As soon as these words came out, many people were frightened to the point of trembling, even the three
Ni Tianjun is no exception.
Although everyone thinks that any one of the three great geniuses can defeat Feng Feiyun, if the female demon comes to Fenghuo City, everyone will die.
"call out!"
Qin Zhan's mind was firm, and he quickly suppressed the fear of the female demon in his heart. He gently squeezed the sword technique with his fingers, and the three-foot green blade on his back immediately flew out.
It’s Feitian Swordsmanship again.
Feng Feiyun stood in the wind, his black hair messy in the cold wind. The moment Qin Zhan unsheathed his three-foot green blade, he suddenly rushed out, and his body turned into an afterimage, as if flying on the top of a stunning building.
of ghosts.
"Bang, bang, bang..."
The shadow of the flying sword made a crackling sound in the air, constantly fighting with the afterimage, sometimes appearing in the west, sometimes flying to the east.
Sword energy was flowing everywhere in the stunning building, and some firelights were very dazzling along with the sword energy.
Although Qin Zhan was still sitting calmly on the chair, his body was already tied tightly, and he could barely keep up with the changes in Feng Feiyun's body technique by rapidly changing sword techniques with his five fingers.
How can a person be so fast?
Qin Zhan felt that the speed of his sword movements could not keep up with the speed of Feng Feiyun's body movements. Drops of sweat had already overflowed on his forehead. Suddenly, five cold lights flew out from his five fingers and struck simultaneously.
Among the flying swords.
"Ten thousand swords unite!"
One hundred and eight sword energy suddenly condensed and formed, piercing out like a rain of swords.
"Break it for me!"
Feng Feiyun stretched out a finger and drew a huge circle in the air. He punched the circle out with his palm. What was broken was not the sword energy, but the six spiritual thoughts that controlled the sword energy.
"Boom!" All one hundred and eight sword qi were wiped out and turned into one hundred and eight streaks of smoke.
At this time, Qin Zhan finally couldn't sit still anymore, and suddenly stood up from the chair. But at this moment, a figure suddenly flew over, stood beside him, stretched out an arm, and fiercely
She slapped a palm and pressed it towards his shoulder.
It’s Feng Feiyun!
Qin Zhan's eyelids shrank and his heart skipped a beat. Without thinking much, he crushed the wooden board with his feet and his body sank. Before Feng Feiyun put his palm on his shoulder, his body sank.
Feng Feiyun's palm failed, and then he struck out a second palm. This palm directly blasted out the power of five oxen. Five unicorns came down from top to attack Qin Zhan's head.
One move followed another, never giving him a chance to breathe.
"Snow Bird Soul!" Qin Zhan opened his mouth and spit out a ball of white dazzling light. The spirit of a strange bird rushed out and tore the five unicorns into pieces with his sharp claws.
Snowbird is the soul of a strange beast that has been cultivated for five hundred years. Its combat power is extremely terrifying, especially its sharp beak, which is indestructible.
"Mao Wugui, I leave it to you!"
Feng Feiyun took out a white turtle as big as a palm from his arms. The turtle's shell was like rusty steel, and its head was as big as an adult's fist. It was very disproportionate to its body, and even more disproportionate to its body.
It's his four legs that are simply too long.
If it weren't for the turtle shell, I would have thought it was a little white duck.
"It's a small matter, I'll leave it to the old man..." Before Mao Wugui could finish his words, he was blown away by the spirit of Snowbird, and fell into the corner on all fours. The turtle shell shook on the floor for a long time.
It can't be turned over.
A black line appeared on Feng Feiyun's forehead, and he shook his head. Suddenly, a fierce sword energy flew up from below. This sword cut out a shadow. It was more than ten meters long, and the sword body had a door panel.
It's so wide and the sky-holding giant sword seems to be able to open the sky.
Such terrifying sword energy can literally chop a monk at the peak of the divine base into pieces.
"boom!"
Miao Gui's finger flew up from Feng Feiyun's hand, suspended in mid-air, condensed the surrounding spiritual energy, and turned into a huge handprint. Countless ancient pictures floated on the handprint, and a huge and terrifying "ghost" character appeared.
, printed on the palm of the hand, fell from the sky, shattering all the sword energy in the sky.
"Bang!"
The huge ghost handprint not only shattered the sword energy in the sky, but also knocked Qin Zhan back to the ground. His legs sank into the ground, and the quasi-spiritual flying sword in his hand was shaken with a crack.
, the body is surrounded by gravel.
He was beaten so badly by a monk who was in the early stage of the Divine Foundation. If not for the last critical moment, a gap was opened and a way of life was opened, it is said that he might not have died under the ghost handprint just now.
Feng Feiyun stood on the corridor on the fifth floor, stared at him condescendingly, and said: "Is this what it means to be invincible in the same realm?"
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