Chapter 390: You're Not Worthy!

"Master, I suddenly feel that your current progress is a bit out of control?"

Shiwei actually gave Tang Xuan a heart-piercing blow.

In fact, there is no need for Shiwei to say, Tang Xuan also felt that he was suddenly under a lot of pressure.

Jing Feiyang is 17 years old like himself, and he is now a Spirit Ancestor.

Next, she has to work harder to cultivate, after all, she is also from Lanjing, a 17-year-old top-grade six-star spirit saint, in the Lanjing clan, she is a little unable to do it......

Tang Xuan set a flag for herself to work hard here, but the light of the artifact around the woman who was suspended in the void was getting fainter and fainter at this moment.

Her gaze fell on the hot magma sea below, and her gorgeous face was extremely unwilling: "If you hadn't broken the two strings of the Fengyu Pipa with a single cut with the white chess blade, causing it to lose half of its field control, I could have stayed at the bottom of the magma sea for much longer!"

Her face was resentful, her snow-white fingers stroked the artifact pipa in her arms, and when her fingers moved, Tang Xuan concentrated, and saw that two strings were broken on the surface of the black jade red maple jade pipa, and there was a clearly visible knife mark on the jade surface.

Obviously, this is the reason why the light of the artifact manifested by the jade pipa is so dim.

Jing Feiyang just said that only with a field-controlling artifact can she enter the bottom of the magma seabed, so the jade pipa in her hand is a field-controlling artifact. ’

The Ten Tails were an afterthought, and they were still very nervous: 'He seems to dislike this woman very much.' ’

Tang Xuan raised her eyebrows: 'For you, will you like it?'

Isn't this nonsense.

The cold tone, the impatient indifference, the obvious disgust.

Ten Tails rolled his eyes widely, counting as an answer.

Tang Xuan was more curious that although the Lanjing royal descendants were generally cold, Jing Feiyang was obviously an exception.

Whether it is in the information or rumors, Yang or heard people mention it, Lanjing Imperial Descendant Jing Feiyang is a warm-hearted boy with a particularly good temper, he was very gentle to himself just now, but he turned a big turn directly towards this woman, and exchanged a few words again and again, not saving face for the other party at all.

can make the good-tempered mirror fly disgusted, what did this woman do?

Above, the more the woman thought about it, the more angry she became, and she continued to look at the indifferent Jing Feiyang: "Okay, what your sister wants to do has nothing to do with me, but the Lanjing royal family and the Inverted Hanging Lotus have never been in contact, and in recent years, they have been even more tense. On the other hand, my war beast Honghai has lived peacefully with you Lanjing in recent years, and my senior brother and your clan Feng Wuyue are even better friends, in comparison, you should help me more! If you want a male plant, you can join forces with me, I will take the female plant, and the male plant will belong to you!"

Tang Xuan listened with interest.

It's a lot of information.

She is actually a person from the war beast Honghai, no wonder she has red hair, the war beast Honghai has many fire spiritual cultivators, and Cangyun Xi is also red-haired.

But this woman's face is really big, Jing Feiyang is so obviously disgusted, she can still be cheeky and talk about the relationship between her senior brother, saying that Jing Feiyang should help her more.

It's such a big face.

Jing Feiyang was indifferent at all: "I made an agreement with Shu Xiaozhan in advance, and the Lanjing Imperial Descendant did not breach the contract. ”

Speaking of this, he suddenly narrowed his eyes, and a cold and murderous aura loomed: "Also, Manjingzhi, you are you, Cangyunxi is Cangyunxi, don't pull yourself with him, you are not worthy!"

"You!"

The palm of the woman's hand named Manjingzhi was originally on the surface of the pipa, and at this time it was clenched fiercely, and the remaining two strings of the jade pipa deeply strangled the palm.

The crimson blood quickly lowered down the edge of his palm, shocking.