"Hehe, Sister Feng, I'm afraid you're going to lose again if you go on like this, so if you can't just admit defeat!"

Looking at Long Mengyao's little devilish smile, even with Feng Jiuxiao's character, he suddenly had the idea of grabbing her and beating her up. However, Feng Jiuxiao still knew very clearly that at this time, she was not the opponent of the little devil in front of her. This also caused Feng Jiuxiao to have a trace of frustration, a frustration that he had never felt before.

At this time, it was already three years after Chen Shaofeng's cultivation, and Chen Shaofeng was in the process of cultivation at this time. Therefore, in the past three years or so, Long Mengyao has often asked Feng Jiuxiao to compete, but Feng Jiuxiao, who is already at a disadvantage, is naturally at a disadvantage for most of the competitions.

Feng Jiuxiao, who didn't like to be abused, finally couldn't help but propose a different way of learning. Long Mengyao, who was originally to pass the time, naturally had no objection to this proposal. Therefore, since more than a year ago, Feng Jiuxiao began to compete with Long Mengyao on the chessboard, but what frustrated Feng Jiuxiao was that at the beginning, Long Mengyao was not familiar with the rules of chess and lost for several months, and then began to win and lose with her, and now, almost every time he plays chess, Long Mengyao wins.

Even with Feng Jiuxiao's personality, he has to admit that Long Mengyao, who is a little simple-hearted in front of him, has a talent that is difficult for ordinary people to achieve in any aspect.

Rumble!

"Ah, Chen Shaofeng, this guy is out of the customs!" Feng Jiuxiao threw the chess pieces in his hand and couldn't wait to fly to the depths of the manor.

"Ahh

Long Mengyao didn't expect that Feng Jiuxiao, who was about to lose, would learn to cheat. As soon as she thought of this, Long Mengyao had some itchy teeth of hatred, and then, she transferred this hatred to Chen Shaofeng's head, who told him to occupy the phoenix tree for such a long time, and he didn't go out early or late, but when Feng Jiuxiao was about to lose, this was simply a deliberate provocation.

"You're out!"

Putting away the flame in his hand, Chen Shaofeng was a little confused, because he actually heard a trace of resentment from Feng Jiuxiao's tone, which couldn't help but make him feel a little embarrassed, "Well, I've already advanced!"

Feng Jiuxiao does have some grudges against Chen Shaofeng now, if it weren't for Chen Shaofeng's guy who has occupied the Phoenix Tree for more than three years, she wouldn't have been bullied by Long Mengyao, a little devil, for three years. Originally, she had always thought that Long Mengyao was her sister, but she had been bullied by this sister with demonic potential for three years in a row, even with her generosity, she was somewhat unwilling in her heart.

"Chen Shaofeng, come here and die!"

"Death?" Chen Shaofeng looked at Long Mengyao who suddenly appeared in a daze, and he didn't know how he offended this little devil, and why he still said death.

"Chen Shaofeng, you guy, I kindly let you cultivate for three months, but you have been monopolized for more than three years without saying a word, what do you say?" Long Mengyao showed a sly smile on his face, and Chen Shaofeng's heart was cold when he saw it.

Chen Shaofeng was also very depressed, cultivating this thing, could it be said that three months is three months? No matter who it is, as long as the cultivation enters the state, how can it be possible to clearly grasp the time in the outside world?

"Hehe, since you've been cultivating for three years all at once, I think you've made a lot of progress!

Saying that, Long Mengyao didn't care whether Chen Shaofeng paid attention or not, and directly dodged and attacked him.

Bang!

After more than three years of cultivation, Chen Shaofeng finally stepped into the realm of a fifth-level immortal master, but Long Mengyao was an eighth-level immortal monarch after all, and he was also a powerhouse who had been stuck at the peak of the eighth-level immortal monarch for many years, how could his speed be what Chen Shaofeng could grasp now! Therefore, Chen Shaofeng just felt a flower in front of him, and he had already received a punch in his stomach.

Bang, bang, bang,

"It's fun, it's fun, it's so fun!"

Long Mengyao is now like a child who has found a new toy, surrounding Chen Shaofeng and constantly playing it as a mobile sandbag.

Chen Shaofeng was very depressed, because he only felt the rapid flashing of the figures around him, and then the constant pain on his body, although he had tried very hard to lock on Long Mengyao's figure with his divine sense, but he couldn't grasp it at all, let alone fight back.

The most infuriating thing is that Long Mengyao seemed to be addicted to playing, laughing while unceremoniously beating Chen Shaofeng. Although Long Mengyao and Feng Jiuxiao also had the upper hand when they fought, they had never felt the feeling of being as fist-to-flesh as they are now, so the unfortunate Chen Shaofeng became Long Mengyao's novelty toy.

Bang!

"Ouch, it hurts, it hurts!" Long Mengyao quickly dodged and came not far in front of Chen Shaofeng, while shaking his slightly reddened little fist, he pouted and said, "What's the matter with you, why did your body suddenly become so hard?"

Obviously, this time it was Long Mengyao who accidentally suffered a small loss, and even Feng Jiuxiao, who had been watching the battle next to him, couldn't help but snicker, and he didn't know if it was because Chen Shaofeng was abused, or because Long Mengyao suffered a small loss. However, Feng Jiuxiao was also very curious, with Chen Shaofeng's strength, how could he make Long Mengyao, an eighth-level Immortal Monarch, suffer?

Feng Jiuxiao was curious, Long Mengyao was unwilling, and Chen Shaofeng was shocked. Just now when Chen Shaofeng was abused, Chen Shaofeng couldn't help but quietly use the blood dragon incarnation, quietly turning the body under his clothes into dragon scales, coupled with the strength of his own body, the hardness of the dragon, Chen Shaofeng believes that he can completely defend against the immortal weapon. However, what shocked him was that Long Mengyao, who was caught off guard, was only slightly red in his fists and felt a trace of pain.

Chen Shaofeng forgot that Long Mengyao himself is a dragon clan, although his physical strength is not as strong as his, but it is definitely not weak, and Long Mengyao's cultivation is much higher than him, so he can injure Long Mengyao with a shock, in fact, this is already a very great thing.

"You guy actually hurt me, I'm angry, I'm angry!" pouted, and a dangerous spark flashed in Long Mengyao's eyes.

"Drink!"

Jiao drank, Long Mengyao once again flashed to his side at a speed that Chen Shaofeng could not grasp, and Bai Shengsheng's small fist was already covered with a layer of green and shining dragon scales. Long Mengyao also turned into a dragon, and it was obvious that her dragonization level was much higher than Chen Shaofeng's. Because, the layers of cyan dragon scales were not combined with the skin like Chen Shaofeng, but were separated from the skin, as if a layer of cyan armor was put on the white little hands.

Bang!

This time, Chen Shaofeng really felt pain, as if he had been hit hard by a sledgehammer.

Hey, ha, drink, hey,

Long Mengyao had the upper hand this time, constantly screaming, and beckoning to Chen Shaofeng with all the strength of his body. Although she worked very hard, in fact, she did not use any spiritual power, of course, Chen Shaofeng also did not use spiritual power, and the two of them were using the body after the dragon to collide. It's just that one is actively attacking and the other is passively defending. No, to be exact, Long Mengyao was enjoying the pleasure of playing sandbags, while Chen Shaofeng was completely aggrieved and being beaten.

"Hey, you dead girl, stop it quickly, otherwise I'm welcome!" Even if Chen Shaofeng had the heart not to worry about Long Mengyao, it was not a matter of being beaten for a long time.

"Hmm, what do you call me? You actually call me a dead girl!Ahh、、、,hhhhhh

"Stinky girl, it's over, I'm not welcome to stop it!" Chen Shaofeng held his head in his hands, helplessly letting Long Mengyao, who was fast, attack.

"Heyha, heyha, if you dare to scold me, you have to be ready to be beaten!"

Rumble!

As if to show the anger in Chen Shaofeng's heart, with him as the center, a circle of purple-red burning flames suddenly erupted.

Yes, Chen Shaofeng couldn't grasp Long Mengyao's figure, but he could indiscriminately burst out of the Silent Purple Spirit Flame refined in his body, just like a bomb exploding, and Chen Shaofeng in the center of the explosion seemed to be incarnated into a god of fire, standing in it.

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!" The two little hands burned with purple flames, and Long Mengyao was about to cry in pain. But no matter how hard she tried, the flame in her hand had no intention of extinguishing it. The hard dragon scales and infinite spiritual power seemed to have turned into the wood and gasoline needed for the burning of the purple flame, and instead of blocking the burning of the purple flame, it helped it expand the scope of the burning.

Seeing Long Mengyao in such a hurry, Chen Shaofeng finally felt relieved. Unexpectedly, the test of the newly fused Silent Purple Spirit Flame turned out to be on Long Mengyao's body. Finally, the spiritual flame that Chen Shaofeng had always attached great importance to had finally grown to such a point. Although Long Mengyao is an eighth-level Immortal Monarch, but in the face of the newly fused Silent Purple Spirit Flame, isn't he still in a hurry, if it is a seventh-level Immortal King, or a sixth-level Immortal Venerable?

"Dragon Ball!"

With a coquettish shout, Long Mengyao finally sacrificed the dragon ball. The cyan crystal clear dragon ball, with an icy cold air, slowly sucked the flames on his hands into the air. Although the purple-red flame was tenacious, it was absorbed by the cyan dragon ball in just two breaths without the support of the follow-up force.

At this time, Long Mengyao's big eyes were full of tears, glaring at Chen Shaofeng angrily, and her originally white and clean hands were black as if they had just been pulled out of the slime. The power of the cyan dragon spirit moved slightly, and the pitch-black hands quickly turned white at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in a few breaths, a pair of white and tender little hands appeared in front of him again.

"You, you,"

Without waiting for Long Mengyao to continue, Chen Shaofeng immediately apologized sincerely, "I'm sorry, it's me who is wrong, I didn't know that flame was so strong, I was not familiar with it just now, it was my fault, I apologize to you!"

Chen Shaofeng didn't have the arrogance to think that he could defeat Long Mengyao, a powerful eighth-level immortal monarch, by relying on a Silent Purple Spirit Flame.