There is a courtyard full of flowers and trees on the side street of the festival square, and the quiet environment isolates the earth-shaking cheers and gongs and drums outside, and seems to divide the courtyard into two different worlds.

"The top-grade Qiongmao staff that you destroyed is the best magic weapon that the master promised to pass on to me......"

The handsome young man with a gloomy face stood in the middle of the courtyard, staring at Zhao Feichen, and said coldly: "Now, don't you have anything to say to me?" ”

Behind him, there were three teenagers wearing the same long shirt, like a senior brother, standing on both sides of him like a little girl, rolling up their arms and sleeves one by one, as if they wanted to pounce and tear Zhao Feichen alive.

Zhao Feichen's gaze swept over the few people in front of him, raised his clenched hands, and said with a wry smile: "What else can you say?" Admit the punishment! How to apologize, how to compensate? Brother, draw a line! ”

"Compensation?" The handsome young man's face suddenly turned pale, and he punched and slammed the hammer, and said angrily while fighting: "Compensation? Breitling grass can be called Qiong, and it is possible to refine a handful of Qiong grass by gathering enough thousands of Qiong grass, which may not be a high-grade or low-grade thing, you ...... Can you afford it? ”

He looked white and clean, and the strength of his arm was actually not small, Zhao Feichen was quickly beaten and curled up on the ground, and he could only hold his head and desperately protect the vital point.

Fortunately, a few people on the side did not join in to punch and kick, but only scolded and scolded one by one, otherwise with Zhao Feichen's physique, I am afraid that he would not be able to last a few times.

Zhao Feichen admitted that he was at a loss, and he kept being beaten and did not fight back. No matter what the reason, after all, he ruined the treasure that others wanted, and the key is that he definitely can't afford to pay for it, he can't be tough, and he should be unlucky.

"If it weren't for this high-grade Qiongmao cane, I, the young patriarch of the Feng Yu Du Tang Feng Clan, would not be able to find a cultivator, so why not worship Fei Xian Lao'er as a teacher?"

Feng Yudu's eyes were red, the muscles on his forehead and neck were bulging, and he began to kick with his feet, roaring every word as if bursting out from the depths of his teeth: "I also accompanied this old thing to endure hard for three years in the ravine where birds don't!" ”

When Zhao Feichen heard him say this, most of the guilt in his heart immediately dissipated, what kind of good thing could it be to describe his master like this?

Even the three little guys who had been helping suddenly fell silent, their faces were unnatural, they were also dissatisfied with Feng Yudu's behavior, but they obviously dared not speak out.

Zhao Feichen suddenly propped up his body and pushed up viciously with one knee of wolf defense......

Feng Yudu didn't expect him to dare to fight back, he was caught off guard at all, and suddenly screamed, staggered back with his belly bent and staggered, squatted to the ground halfway, curled up, swinging, couldn't stop convulsing, saliva and snot instantly flowed all over his face.

The three little guys on the side also didn't expect Zhao Feichen to resist, and after looking at each other a few times, they retreated a little quietly.

Zhao Feichen is not a stupid person, when he saw this, he knew that Feng Yudu had provoked public anger, and people deliberately let him go! So he buried his head and rushed to the entrance of the courtyard, no matter what, he escaped first.

"Use the fire separation technique to ......" Feng Yudu raised his handsome face with tears in his eyes, and cried with pain, and shouted with cold air: "Burn him, burn him, do it quickly." ”

Forced by his past prostitution, the three little guys did not dare to disobey after all, and they all stretched out their arms and shouted: "Soar with your bare hands, and fly fast!" ”

Each of them carried a different degree of soaring fire in their hands, and they raised it one after another. Because of the reluctance, the spell is very untidy, and there is no accuracy.

However, the sound of these incantations still frightened Zhao Feichen into a thrill, and he hurriedly turned around and shouted, "Impossible!" It's fake, it's deceitful, it's all hallucination! ”

He didn't know what the "holy word technique" in the mouth of the priest Fei Xian was all about, and he shouted indiscriminately with the mentality of a dead horse being a live horse doctor.

I didn't expect that shouting was also effective, three flames burst out, two were scattered when landing, and one of the flames was unstoppable...... Rubbing past Zhao Feichen's face, he suddenly threw himself on the wall of the middle courtyard, the stars were scattered, and the green vines attached to the wall were visibly dry, burning, carbonized, and flying ash.

The slightly sunken walls and radial splash marks are more like being hit by a giant hammer that burns red, and the power is truly amazing.

Zhao Feichen glanced back, and his heart trembled with fright, if he was directly hit in the head, would he still be able to see his face?

Feng Yudu also learned the Taoist technique, and at a glance, he knew that someone had released water, otherwise it would be impossible to miss it so closely, so he turned his head and yelled at them: "Come again, if you can't kill him, I'll kill you......"

The three of them had no choice but to cast sympathetic glances at Zhao Feichen, raised their hands in unison, and shouted in unison: "Raise the flame with your bare hands......"

"Shut up." Suddenly, a cold female voice faintly soaked in the heat of the summer evening, and her voice sounded wonderfully magnetic, as if it also had this attractive magnetic force, firmly absorbing everyone's attention.

Zhao Feichen also turned his head involuntarily, and what caught his eyes was a pair of bright eyes, the eyes were deep, mysterious and moving, and moving were full of indifference that could make anyone ashamed of themselves.

The person who came looked young, tall, exquisite, wearing a pure black long dress, fluttering with the night breeze, embroidered with red ribbons along the edge of the robe, red like a bewitching flame dancing in the wind.

The black hair falls to the waist, the bangs on the forehead are differentiated, revealing the fiery red wind tattoo on the eyebrows, the font is elegant and flamboyant, like a phoenix spreading its wings, and the eyebrows are slender and delicate. The sideburns hang neatly down the cheeks, adding a little extra attraction to her especially delicate face, and with that pair of beautiful eyes, the whole person is mysterious, cold, and stunning.

Her expression was like an iceberg, and her voice was even colder than the indissolvable Xuan Bing: "The rules of the Wind God Temple are unique. Whoever dares to disturb my purity again will die. ”

The natural tone of speech, as if it was a great grace, looked at the moon without looking at people's eyes, and made Zhao Feichen have the most profound experience of the words "no one in his eyes" in this life.

"Yes......" The three little guys obviously recognized the person, bowed deeply in unison, their trembling bodies and voices, obviously extremely frightened and extremely happy.

"Little sister ......" Feng Yudu endured the sharp pain, and pointed at Zhao Feichen angrily with red eyes: "You...... You're just in time, kill him for me!" ”

The beautiful girl glanced at him indifferently and said lightly, "You dare to order me." ”

"Wind Night Heart!" The inopportune and inopportune severe pain in an inopportune place made Feng Yudu angry, almost losing his mind, and yelled: "Although you have joined the Wind God Temple since you were a child, you are also the daughter of the Great Wind Patriarch, as a young patriarch, why can't I...... Yes! ”

A sharp whirlwind suddenly floated in the jade white palm of Feng Ye's heart, and Feng Yudu's neck was wrapped around an almost substantial whirlwind almost at the same time, actually lifting his whole person to the ground with his feet out of thin air.

"The temple of the wind god is full of gods, and they all swear to serve the gods forever. Unless my lord wind god descends on the desolation, only Her Highness the Holy Maiden can command me. Could it be ......"

Feng Yexin's tone was even colder: "You dare to blaspheme the Holy Maiden? ”

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