The dense fog was made by this old man Feng? Xiao Jian and Song Yanran were amazed, but when they thought of their respective opportunities, they were relieved. There are no wonders in the world, the country of China is vast, and there are rare places in interpersonal relationships, and it is normal to have a few talented people.

Song Yanran was very worried about Xiao Jian's comfort, in the thick fog, if Fengmen's people attacked him, Xiao Jian would definitely suffer a big loss.

Xiao Jian also had this idea in his heart, he was secretly on guard, with his palms on his chest, ready to accept the attack at any time.

In the dense fog, the spiritual power seemed to be even more excited, and it automatically made thousands of silk threads, radiating out to the surroundings, and gradually the surrounding scenes actually appeared in Xiao Jian's mind.

The moment the thick fog rose, Feng Zhenglie sneered, and his figure instantly moved to Xiao Jian's side, however, he didn't want to cause trouble for Feng Men, he just wanted to teach Xiao Jian a small lesson, so when he made a palm, he only used a successful force.

Xiao Jian had already seen Feng Zengming's sneak attack, his body shook, and he dodged his palm.

"Good boy, yes, I really underestimated you." Feng Zhenglie was stunned for a moment and said casually.

"Master Feng, I will give you a palm back!" Xiao Jian knew that this old man had profound skills, so he naturally spared no effort to make a move.

What a speed! Feng Zhenglie sighed secretly and took a step back.

At this time, there were two strands of spiritual power, which had automatically wrapped around Feng Zhenglie's legs.

Psychic Attack! Feng Zhenglie's expression was awe-inspiring, according to the legend handed down from the ancestors, the most terrifying trick of Ying Long's power is the spiritual attack, if he is entangled by the other party's spiritual power, his whole body will not be able to move, and he can only sit and wait for death. Who is this Xiao Jian?

Feng Zhenglie felt a tightness in his legs and ankles, obviously entangled by Xiao Jian's spiritual power. However, in terms of strength, it should still be in the initial stage, otherwise he has been pulled down by spiritual power.

Feng Zhenglie sneered, his feet paused, and the spiritual power on his ankles immediately turned into powder, but fortunately, the spiritual power was just a kind of nothingness, and Xiao Jian did not feel pain. However, he was also secretly surprised, since he had possessed spiritual power, this was the first time he had seen spiritual power destroyed.

The two sides went back and forth, fighting together in the thick fog. Feng Zhenglie's expression was relaxed, his feet barely moved, and he only relied on an air sword emitted by the index finger of his right hand to maneuver around Xiao Jian. Xiao Jian relied on his spiritual power to quickly dodge the attack of the qi sword, but it was already very difficult to fight back. This is the gap in skill, after a long time, Xiao Jian's defeat will be a foregone conclusion.

Song Yanran, Feng Zengming, and many disciples under the sect could only see the thick fog rolling in the middle of the empty field, and no one could see what was going on inside.

At this time, the clothes on Xiao Jian's body had been cut into strips of rags by Feng Zhenglie's qi sword, and he had dodged in time, otherwise he would have been injured.

"Xiao Jian, if you can fight with me until this time, you can be regarded as the first person in Huaxia, but unfortunately, the time is still short, if you can practice for more than ten years, I'm afraid that Lao Yu will not be your opponent." Feng Zhenglie put away his qi sword and put his hands behind his back, looking leisurely.

Ho! Xiao Jian is so angry in his heart! He is so wolf, but the other party is talking coldly.

"Master Feng, if you don't let Mo Xin leave, even if the fish dies and the net is broken, I will give it a try." Xiao Jian was not afraid and said resolutely.

"Fish dead and broken? If you want to break the net, the fish is big enough, but unfortunately you are not a big fish. Feng Zhenglie shook his head slightly, "Mo Xin won't leave Feng Men for the time being." ”

When Xiao Jian heard this, he was anxious, and he danced his palms and pounced straight at Feng Zhenglie, and at the same time, thousands of spiritual power filaments were wrapped around his hands and feet.

"The star of rice grains also dares to shine, and it is beyond one's own strength!" Feng Zhenglie moved his hands slightly, forming an air screen in front of him, and the spirit power silk could not penetrate, so he extended upwards along the air screen.

At this time, Xiao Jian's palms also hit Feng Zhenglie's chest, bang! With a loud bang, Xiao Jian was bounced out from afar, sat on the ground with his buttocks, and spit out a mouthful of blood, which snaked and fell down the corners of his mouth.

A huge shock wave instantly diluted the dense fog.

In the empty field, Feng Zhenglie stood with his hands behind his back, but Xiao Jian sat on the ground.

"Xiao Jian!" Song Yanran exclaimed in surprise and flew over. At the same time, there was also a woman who stumbled to Xiao Jian's side.

"Mo Xin?" Song Yanran felt that there was more people around her, and when she looked back, it was Li Moxin.

Li Moxin didn't have time to explain, so she hurriedly squatted down and took Xiao Jian in her arms.

"Mo Xin, are you here? I'm fine. Xiao Jian struggled and sat up slowly. The second daughter was relieved to see that Xiao Jian's body was fine.

"Yanran, I heard the explosion in front of me in the backyard, I knew something was wrong, I didn't want to come out, but I heard the people in the yard say that someone came to save me, I feel like it's you." Li Moxin was excited, and her pretty face was crimson.

Song Yanran looked at Xiao Jian lying in Li Moxin's arms, her heart was slightly sour, and her eyes were covered with a layer of fog.

"Just be okay with you two!" Song Yanran twisted her head to the side, and her tears quietly fell. Her heart is mixed, but what can she do?

Li Moxin stood up and walked in front of Feng Zhenglie, "Master Feng, you will die of this heart, I will not agree to forgive Feng Yulan." ”

Feng Zhenglie sneered: "Mo Xin, if I said that I couldn't do anything with you before, now that Xiao Jian is here, I have found a way, if you don't sign, Xiao Jian will die!" ”

"You! Shameless-" Li Moxin's chest bulged one after another, and his apricot eyes glared at Feng Zhenglie.

"Parents in the world are selfish, if shamelessness can be exchanged for Lan'er's life, then you can scold it." Feng Zhenglie was not angry, at his age, he had already seen through the Mandate of Heaven, unless it involved the major affairs of Feng Men, generally things would not make his feelings fluctuate.

"Humph! Even if I die, you won't succeed! Xiao Jian slowly walked to Li Moxin's side and wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Good, good! It's all yours and mine! Feng Zhenglie said hello three times in a row, and walked in front of Xiao Jian step by step, in front of many disciples, his self-esteem was greatly hurt, even in order to maintain the prestige of the sect master, he had to make a move today!

"The master of the door is mighty! The door master is mighty! A deafening shout rang out on the training ground.

Li Moxin turned her body and hugged Xiao Jian tightly with her arms together, "Xiao Jian, let's die together." ”

Song Yanran stared at Feng Zhenglie and said loudly: "Master Feng, now it is a legal society, and no one can come nonsense, if you dare to kill Xiao Jian, I guarantee that you will meet Feng Yulan on the execution ground." ”

Feng Zhenglie was stunned for a moment, he noticed Song Yanran who came with Xiao Jian, this woman's face was like a peach blossom, her body was graceful, and there was a small air mass between her eyebrows, she, what is the relationship between her and Xiao Jian?

"Who are you?" Feng Zhenglie asked sharply.

"I am a friend of Li Moxin and Xiao Jian, and I am also a lawyer in Huaxiaguo! Song Yanran! ”

Friend? Feng Zhenglie looked at Xiao Jian very suspiciously, and suddenly, he quickly made a move, grabbed Song Yanran's arm, and caught her pulse with his index and middle fingers.

"Song Yanran, what is the relationship between you and Xiao Jian, how can you have the power of Ying Long in your body?" Feng Zhenglie's fingers felt a strong resistance force, and at the same time, there was a faint cold aura.

Song Yanran naturally understood in her heart, but Xiao Jian didn't know that Song Yanran had become his woman.

"Yanran, don't talk nonsense with him, I'll be dead with him today!" Xiao Jian pushed Li Moxin away and walked towards Feng Zhenglie!