The dignity of the mortal world, no matter how high, how high can it go, where is the self-confidence of these people?

"Yes, you're dead. ”

Those female disciples all stared at Jun Feijue angrily, as if she had robbed them of their things in a heinous manner, "Even you, ugly bastard, are you worthy of being close to our Senior Brother Feng!"

"Although, I'll soon be able to stop being ugly, but I can see that you like him very much. ”

originally thought that she could provoke Jun Feijue, but who knew that she just frowned and paused, and then looked at Feng Wuxi Dao, "Then I want to take you as a slave even more, what do you think." ”

Feng Wuxi didn't speak, he only looked up at Jun Feijue seriously.

Others didn't understand, but Feng Wuxi could feel that Jun Feijue's seemingly plain dark pupils hid absolute seriousness.

Every word she says now is serious!

He knew that there was no room for resistance, and that there was only one chance.

However, his pride made him unable to bow his head.

"Now you can't blow yourself up in front of me. ”

Jun Feijue's expression remained unchanged, and he still said lightly, "Moreover, I have a way to preserve the freshness of blood in my hands, but I am too lazy to bother, you should understand where your value is." ”

"I'll give you enough blood. ”

Of course, Feng Wuxi knew that Jun Feijue wanted his purpose.

He is not so narcissistic, the woman in front of him is not ordinary at all, that is, the blue-black mark on his face is completely the cause of the toxin, as long as it is clear, that appearance, I am afraid that no one in the world can be surprising.

Although she didn't want to admit it, she was obviously completely different from the superficial junior sisters in the sect, and there was a difference between her and the mud.

"Yes. ”

Jun Feijue said lightly, "Since this is the case, then they are useless." ”

As he spoke, the purple light flashed in his eyes, and he raised his hand and slowly pointed at those Daoxing Sect disciples.

"Stop!"

Of course, Feng Wuxi knew that if Jun Feijue really wanted to kill someone now, he didn't need to raise his hand at all, just one look was enough.

She did this to give him a choice.

Either die or surrender.

"You've figured it out. ”

Jun Feijue looked back at him lightly, his chin raised slightly, and said coldly, "Come in front of me, kneel down and confess the lord." ”

The cold air swirled, gently stirring her inky cyan and robe, and the nobility and confidence revealed from her soul made her beautiful and thrilling in this ice and snow.

"You ugly woman, I can't help it!"

Seeing this, the female disciple who reacted the most strongly from the Dao Xing Sect finally broke out, and stabbed towards Jun Feijue with a sword.

Under the eyes, there is anger, and there is also the most primitive jealousy from women.

"Bang..."

However, as soon as she took a step, she was hit by the invisible energy that suddenly appeared in the air, and flew directly upside down, hitting a tree stump in the distance.

In an instant, the stump was torn apart.

"Poof..."

The female disciple also vomited blood immediately, and was so seriously injured that she could no longer get up.

"I'm not going to kill you now. ”

Jun Feijue slowly stretched out his slender white hand, the black wide sleeves were gently cleansed, and his index finger was slightly bent upward.

"Phew..."

The female disciple who had vomited blood and fell on the frost and snow immediately flew over.

"Bang..."

Then, it fell from mid-air and fell beside Feng Wuxi.

is embarrassed, with a blue nose and swollen face, where is there still a little bit of beauty.

"You..."

At this time, the female disciple raised her head from the ice and looked at Jun Feijue, and there was no longer any arrogance and jealousy in her eyes, only deep fear.