"If you don't hand it over, then I'll have to take it myself!Hehe, Senior Sister Wang looks good and has a first-class figure, I'm really worried that I won't be able to hold it when I search around you!"

The sinister smile on Nangong Ming's face had turned into a cruel smile, and he took a step forward again. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Nangong Ming's hidden door "Ghost Doctor Valley" has never been a famous and decent family, and the disciples in the valley have done a lot of things to rob people's money and bully people's wives and daughters, and they have a very bad reputation in the hidden door world, and they are shamed by many martial artists.

Nangong Ming had a grudge against Wang Miaomiao, took away the cultivation treasures on her body, and violated her body by the way, which can be said to have no psychological burden.

Although he was a little afraid of Fang Bai's revenge, Nangong Ming thought that after he killed Wang Miaomiao later, he would immediately withdraw and leave and return to the hidden gate.

There are hundreds of disciples in the "Ghost Doctor Valley", the ground-level masters are like clouds, and the valley master Li Ao is even a heaven-level beginner-level powerhouse, even if Fang Bai has the courage to kill the "Ghost Doctor Valley", he will face a situation of attacking in groups, and even if he has three heads and six arms, he will not want to escape.

"Doctor Fang Baifang is my mentor, if you dare to touch me, he will not let you go!"

Nangong Ming's cold and evil, crazy and greedy eyes made Wang Miaomiao feel flustered, and when she retreated, she shouted loudly, hoping to deter Nangong Ming.

"I have to admit that Fang Bai is really powerful, and I'm a little jealous of him. But...... When I'm done here, I'll fly away, and he'll probably not be able to find me. Hey hey ......"

Nangong Ming was triumphant, with a cruel smile on his face, his feet did not stop, and he approached Wang Miaomiao step by step.

In his eyes, Wang Miaomiao, who was dressed in white, was already a fat, white and tender lamb to the slaughter.

Seeing that her threat had not worked, Wang Miaomiao suddenly took out a half-foot-long cylinder with her backhand, pressed it hard at the bottom of the cylinder, and then raised her arm high and pointed to the sky.

Phew――

A line of fire emerged from the circle, roaring into the sky, bursting in the night sky more than ten feet high, forming a dazzling plum blossom.

This is a special firework flare for help made by the "Miao Yi Pavilion", and every "Miao Yi Ge" disciple has it on his body, as long as there are "Miao Yi Ge" disciples nearby who see it, they will rush to support as soon as possible.

This place is not too far from the headquarters of the "Miao Yi Pavilion", and Wang Miaomiao believes that as long as she can support Nangong Ming's attack for a while, she can wait for the support of her fellow sects.

"Asking for help? Oh, it's too late! By the time the people who support you arrive here, I'll finish everything I need to do!"

Nangong Mingsenran said, his figure accelerated suddenly, the last moment he was about ten meters away from Wang Miaomiao, and the next moment he appeared less than a meter in front of Wang Miaomiao, his five fingers were stretched, and he grabbed the clothes on Wang Miaomiao's chest.

His hands were like eagle hooks, with a fierce wind, wanting to tear the clothes on Wang Miaomiao's chest to see what treasure she was hiding there.

Wang Miaomiao's fists were clenched, her silver teeth were clenched, her heels suddenly exerted force, she stepped on the ground, and her body swept backwards with her strength, trying to avoid Nangong Ming's extremely fast grasp.

Wang Miaomiao's speed of retreat is fast enough, if she is an ordinary person, she may not even be able to see her figure clearly, but in Nangong Ming's eyes, this speed is not worth it.

"You can't hide, just stand up for me!"

Nangong Mingwei laughed, the speed of his feet increased a few points again, and the arm he grabbed suddenly seemed to become a little longer, only less than a foot, and it was about to touch the clothes on Wang Miaomiao's chest.

"Dog thief!

Wang Miaomiao saw Nangong Ming grabbing her chest, ashamed and indignant, and knew that the gap between the two was too far, and it was unrealistic for her to escape from him, her eyes suddenly showed a look of determination, and she was determined to fight hard.

She used force under her feet, and her body took advantage of the momentum to spin, as light and fast as a swallow passing through the forest, and she actually avoided it from Nangong Ming's sharp grasp and danger, and at the same time, the "Yan Dance Qingfeng Fist" burst out.

Her fist momentum did not have Fang Bai's simple, rude, strong and domineering, but it had the lightness and speed of a swallow and a breeze, and when she punched out, the true yuan was agitated, and the strong wind was howling, going straight to Nangong Ming's throat, fast and accurate.

She was only a yellow-level high-level martial artist, but when this punch was blasted out, it burst out with the powerful combat power that only a Xuan-level martial artist could have.

"This fist method can't exist in the secular ancient martial arts world! And you said that you didn't get the Heavenly Rank Martial Artist Treasure? Hmph, hand over the things, I will spare you from death!"

Seeing that Wang Miaomiao's set of boxing techniques had the power to challenge beyond the level, Nangong Ming was overjoyed, his heart was itching, and he threatened again.

You must know that a martial artist can only have the ability to leapfrog challenges if he has two conditions.

The first is to be gifted and possess an extremely strong physical body, and the second is to cultivate superhuman high-level martial arts.

Wang Miaomiao's "Yan Dance Qingfeng Fist" at this moment, although it only exerted one-tenth or two-of its power, Nangong Ming still felt amazing and exquisite.

In Nangong Ming's view, the level of this set of boxing techniques has obviously greatly exceeded Wang Miaomiao's own cultivation level, and it is impossible to exist in the secular ancient martial arts world, it must be Wang Miaomiao's coincidence that he got the relics of a certain heaven-level martial artist, or even a legendary cultivator.

Despite the huge gap in strength, Nangong Ming did not dare to despise Wang Miaomiao too much, his face was solemn, the true yuan flowed, and after dissolving Wang Miaomiao's fist, he grabbed Wang Miaomiao's chest again with a faster and more fierce momentum.

Seeing Wang Miaomiao's fist technique, Nangong Ming was even more impatient, eager to take the cultivation treasure she got for herself.

Nangong Ming's first blow just now only used thirty percent of his strength, and this time he directly used seventy percent of his strength, and the speed and strength of the momentum were no longer something that a martial artist of Wang Miaomiao's level could resist and bear.

Seeing Nangong Ming's five fingers grabbing, and at the same time, a powerful coercion shrouded down, his body seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, unable to move, Wang Miaomiao was desperate, screamed, did not dodge, did her best, and her fist went directly to Nangong Ming's five fingers.

"Look for death!"

The corners of Nangong Ming's mouth flashed with a contemptuous and mocking sneer, and instantly turned into a fist, and Zhenyuan condensed his fist, faintly wanting to vomit.

Yellow-level high-level martial artists, against ground-level beginner-level martial artists, the difference in strength between the two sides is huge, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as a world of difference.

It can be expected that when the fists of the two sides collide, Nangong Ming's thick true yuan will burst out in an instant, swallowing and drowning Wang Miaomiao like a mountain and a sea.

Nangong Ming has never been a person who pities fragrance and jade, and at this time, he is eager to get the treasures on Wang Miaomiao's body, so how can he care if she lives or dies?

Nangong Ming made a lot of calculations, but he didn't expect that among the jade pendants worn by Wang Miaomiao, there were three killing intent that Fang Bai punched into it. (PS: Ask for tickets!! ask for tips!!) (To be continued.) )