"You stay, accompany Yaya. "Beiming commanded the heavens. Tiankuo sat quietly beside Yaya. Beiming returned to the front of his conference table, closest to the movie screen. Everyone saw that his face was cold and his eyes showed a fierce light.

Just looking at the side of the film screen, Fanyin's cheeks were slanted slightly, her eyes narrowed into a blade, and seeing that Xiumen didn't answer, she asked again: "What are you talking about......

"Let me ask you, is your little man dead?" Xiumen repeated, looking at Fanyin's increasingly pale face, Xiumen understood, so he laughed even more proudly, "It seems that Beitang Beiming is really your man, but you don't even know if he died of poison, tsk." ”

Hearing this, Sanskrit Yinming's eyes suddenly widened, and his pupils constricted.

Xiumen continued: "Xiumi's coward, he couldn't even get two bedbugs and fled back. As he spoke, he glanced at Sanskrit, "Isn't that just the two of you?"

"Did you hurt him?" Sanskrit said, his face stiffened.

"Who? your little man or someone else? I've hurt a lot of people. A mean voice came from Xiumen's thick throat, contemptuous and infinite.

"Northern Tang Beiming!" Fanyin Sen's cold voice sounded again, and her body looked rugged and motionless.

"Who are you talking about? I didn't hear clearly?" An arrogant and unrestrained laugh came from the movie screen, laughing as if he was about to vomit, "Who are you talking about?" Sanskrit Yin shuddered, from the cold to the soles of his feet, "A bedbug's cheap life, a little saliva I left on the weeds will die, and I haven't let him drink it yet." Well, you see. Xiumen stepped on the multi-meter-deep pit in front of him that had been melted by his saliva with his wolf claws, rubbing his toes and spinning.

Hearing this, Sanyin's eyes were bright red, and his stiff body couldn't stop shaking, panting heavily.

"Do you think that with Hu Qingqing, he will be able to save his life?" Xiumen suddenly mentioned Hu Qingqing, Fanyin's heart tightened again, and his ears seemed to be pricked, and there was a sharp pain, "That Hu Qingqing's blood is more poisonous than our wolf venom! It's useless to have Ya Qingshan! You idiots! Think we don't know about the existence of Hu Qingqing?" Xiumen laughed intermittently, "Unless you let your man drink all her blood, he will die faster! That beard is very delicate and tender, and he is desperate for it!

"I'm going to kill you...... I'm going to kill you......" Sanskrit Yin's fists trembled, his eyes were empty, and his anger was silent.

"I'm not deaf, my ears are very strong! I can hear your bird's voice clearly! Idiot! You still want to touch me! You men don't have that ability, pay you back! Fool!"

"Shut up!" Sanskrit thin lips opened slightly, only to feel a pain in his chest.

"I'm going to send you to him, and let you make a pair, a pair, a pair, or something? How do you say about bed bugs? A pair of outlaw bed bugs!" a wild laugh broke out again. "You're worthy of a bedbug!" Xiumen spat the ground, and in an instant, the ice melted another meter.

Seeing that the cultivation door is becoming more and more arrogant, the Sanskrit sound is becoming more and more silent. The chest that was originally turbulent was still at this time, as if it had stopped breathing. She raised her right hand, brushed it to the side of her neck, and unfastened the two golden neck clasps, and the thin collarbone neck loomed. Her fingers were three points thinner than those of a normal slender girl, and her bones were distinct.

I saw the tip of Fanyin's nose shrug sharply, and a burst of biting cold air rushed down her nasal cavity to the top of her head, making her nerves instantly clear and tense. Suddenly, a layer of white ice spread rapidly from the soles of her feet down the bare feet, until her waist did not stop, and in a moment it reached her neck.

The ice was unlike anything she'd ever used to defend herself against ice. Sanskrit Yin's Ice Defense is a thin layer of ice attached to the outside of the body, only a millimeter thick, transparent as ice crystals, but unusually strong. She also relied on the cooperation of that defensive technique and Eagle Eye to avoid the attack of the ten thousand wolves in the cultivation gate.

However, now the layer of ice outside Fanyin's body is extremely thick, like a pair of ice armor, and the color is no longer transparent, but like the ice under his feet, white and strong.

Gradually, Sanskrit's face began to change. The original delicate outline became more and more angular at this time, sharp and bone-cut, and the tip of the nose was delicate like a snow on the top of the mountain, and the thin lips became blades. Suddenly, Fanyin raised her eyebrows, her apricot eyes turned phoenixes, and her eyebrows and eyes stood sharply, as if she had changed her appearance. Girls and men look like jade-faced teenagers. People were stunned when they looked at Sanskrit, and the previous fights seemed to be still.

Suddenly, there was a strange sound on the movie screen, the sound of "Zheng Zheng Zheng"! People were suddenly awakened by the strange sound. I only heard the sound getting louder and louder, as if the ice of the Barron River in front of me had been torn apart, and the broken ice was grinding against each other. The sound made people's scalps tingle and their flesh and bones ached.

But soon, it was discovered that the ice was intact and that the sound was not coming from the ice. The next scene made everyone in Dongling tremble.

I only heard the roar of a non-human and non-ghost burst out from the chest cavity of Sanskrit, and the thick and low resonance was like a beast, shaking through the cold sky and echoing in the air.

"I'm going to kill you!"

It turned out that the terrifying and weird sound of bone-shattering just now was not made from elsewhere, it was Sanskrit herself. Every movement of her body bones would make a crushing sound like a crushing bone, as if the ice was frozen, and the cracks were crushed.

Looking at the past again, Fanyin was not only cold ice armor, but also white, even her face and hands became as cold as the cold moon and as white as ice crystals. The short black hair hanging down on his face has long been tucked behind his ears, not only is the hair like frost, but also the roots are stiff, like a sharp knife. Sanskrit stands on the ice like a dazzling ice statue.

The moment the words fell, Sanskrit suddenly leaned over, stepped on the ground with both feet, and with a loud "boom", the whole person disappeared in place, and stepped out of the pit half a meter deep under his feet!

"Wild ghost!" Ya Qingshan and Leng Yi jumped up from their seats together and shouted in unison!

Hearing only a muffled sound of "bang", Fanyin hit Xiumen's waist with his bare hands, "Uh!" Fanyin's chest made a sound.

At this moment, Xiumen couldn't dodge, and the behemoth was beaten back and back. Xiumen was shocked! He didn't see the movement of Sanskrit at all, it was faster than his eyesight. He looked back at his waist, and when he landed, his wolf eyes were stunned, and he saw that his invincible wolf was actually broken by a punch from Fanyin. And with his tonnage, even if he was attacked by Fanyin, it was impossible to be easily displaced, but now he felt a sharp pain in his waist. You have to have enough strength to rival him!

"Wild ghosts!" the Xiumen wolf clawed on the ground, drew ice marks, restrained his retreat, turned his body violently, and roared angrily in front of Sanskrit.

Unbeknownst to him, the Sanskrit sound flashed in front of him and disappeared again. Immediately after that, with a "bang", Sanskrit sound fell from the sky, and the straight legs were like heavy swords, falling heavily on the back of Xiumen's neck. Xiumen was trampled on this blow and hit his head on the ground.

Before he could stand up, Xiumen felt a cold light pass through his eyes. Fanyin hit Xiumen's neck again with another heavy punch, and then several punches fell, Xiumen's neck was already crooked to the side, and half of his tongue was spit out.