"Woo woo, don't fight, let's just leave."

The fairy is very beautiful, the fairy wine is delicious, and the fairy fruit is good, but this face is also really painful.

If they dare not leave, the ancestor will probably continue to fight.

Hearing that these male cultivators were leaving, those fairies came over again, and their soft voices were coquettish.

"Bao'er, it's not good to stay here with us, is our dancing not beautiful enough or not beautiful enough?"

The hero is still sad to pass the beauty pass, not to mention that these male cultivators are not heroes yet, and they were immediately shaken again.

"Of course not, you're good, we love it."

"Then don't go."

"Good, good."

"What a fart." The ancestor of the west wind directly burst into foul language, and the mud really couldn't support the wall.

These are not fairies at all, how can there be such a prodigal appearance of fairies.

Mo Qiong glanced at the direction where Feng Wan was, it was too late.

"Ancestor, don't talk nonsense with them, just slap them directly."

"Okay."

The West Wind Ancestor decided to say one more word to them, it would be a waste of spit.

This time, I was really angry, and I opened the bow left and right directly.

Several of the monks were sent flying, but they were finally awakened.

"Woo, Ancestor, let's go, let's go."

"Hmph, keep up."

"Yes, yes."

When the fairies saw that they were going to leave again, they looked at each other, and finally they were unwilling to follow.

"Your ancestors are actually jealous of your young and promising, and you are liked by us.

Don't go so fast, wait for us ......"

Before he could finish his next words, he was interrupted by a snap.

The West Wind Ancestor frowned and glared at the women.

"Ben Lao Zu almost doesn't beat women, but you made me make an exception."

The beaten woman wanted to scream loudly in pain, but she was afraid that it would affect the image of the beautiful fairy.

Ling Yuanzong's disciples didn't dare to hesitate a little now, the ancestor was so anxious that he even beat the fairies.

Feng Wan and Chi Hui had already come to Luoxiantai.

"Huihui, are you afraid?"

The brilliance of the world lies in the fact that the pain and hurt experienced by the people in the painting are real.

"I'm not afraid." With you, I'm not afraid of anything.

Chi Hui silently added a sentence in her heart.

The carefree life of the eldest lady is not what she wants, and since she met Feng Bang, her life has begun to be exciting.

"Okay, let's go."

Feng Wan raised his hand, put his arm around Chi Hui's waist, and jumped down with her.

The indescribable pain made Chi Hui want to kill herself with her own hands, but her heart was beating wildly with excitement.

It was the first time that Bang Bang took the initiative to be so close to her, she actually hugged her waist, ahhh

After training in the tornado for so long, Feng Bang's body is even stronger.

The wind under the Rakusentai is dozens of times stronger than the wind blade of the tornado.

Since you can turn the wind aura of the tornado into your own use, why can't you use it in this Falling Immortal Typhoon?

There is nothing that cannot be done, only things that you dare not think about.

Feng Wan silently recited the magic trick, quickly punched out the fingers, and a huge divine dragon scroll wrapped her and Chi Hui together.

The Decepticon hiding in the Dragon and Phoenix Hall stood up directly from the small bench excitedly.

[The little Bang Bang is too rolly, is this going to absorb the wind gust in this painting? ] 】

Originally, Decepticon felt that it was not good for Feng Wan to fight alone outside, and they were hiding in the Dragon and Phoenix Palace.

Now he thinks that Xiao Bang can do it all by himself.

Shangxing Ancestor also clenched his fists tightly, it's good to be young.

Watching Bang Bang along the way, he has also grown a lot.

Under the influence of Bang Bang, as long as a little time is wasted, he will start to get anxious.

Unstained watched as the divine tornado that protected the master was cut again and again, and recondensed again and again.

There is undisguised appreciation in the eyes.

I have to say that his master and his apprentices have a good eye.

Chi Hui's guardians' hearts that have been carrying them can be regarded as letting go.

At the beginning, when Miss Chi let them enter Fengwan's Dragon and Phoenix Hall and leave her alone.

They were really scared, afraid that she would make a mistake.

Now it seems that Feng Bang is even more powerful than them.

Feng Wan didn't know how many times he had failed, and the divine dragon scroll that formed again was finally not cut off.

And it's getting bigger.

Feng Wan knew that she had succeeded, and continued to recite the magic method silently, absorbing the huge wind spiritual power in the wind array.

The disciples of Ling Yuanzong who were standing on the Luoxian Terrace hesitated and struggled at the moment.

"Ancestor, the wind gust down here is too dangerous, and we only have a dead end when we go down."

"That's it, people call it Luo Sendai, that is, the immortals can't bear it."

"There's a lot of nonsense, if you don't jump, this ancestor can help you."

The West Wind Ancestor raised his foot and kicked down a monk beside him.

"Ahh Before it could hurt, the monk cried out in fright.

But the imaginary pain did not come, and the scene changed, and it actually returned to reality.

The monk was a little confused, so easy to come back?

Soon, the other Ling Yuan Sect monks also returned to reality.

They also didn't experience the pain of cutting their flesh and bones.

Mo Qiong asked the West Wind Ancestor in confusion.

"Ancestor, what the hell is going on?" How can it not hurt at all?

"It should be Feng Bang who broke the wind gust below Luoxiantai, so we will return to the real world so smoothly."

Mo Qiong nodded, yes, Feng Wan and Chi Hui were the first to jump.

With such an excellent Feng Bang, she shouldn't be able to catch up.

But even if she knew that she couldn't be as good as her, she had to keep chasing her.

"Oops, my stomach hurts."

"My stomach hurts too."

"It can't be beaten by the ancestor, right? No, the ancestor slapped his face, how could he have a stomachache, you didn't pretend, right? ”

"We didn't, gag."

More than a dozen male cultivators threw themselves on the ground and began to retch, just like a pregnant person's joy.

"You can't have it, do you?"

"Phew, you just got it, we're yellow flowers...... Bah, we're men, how could there be, vomit. ”

"I know you don't have that function, but you're too similar now.

Ancestor, Fairy Mo Qiong, can you show them what's wrong? ”

According to their performance in the world in the painting, Mo Qiong really didn't want to care about them.

But after all, they were from the same door, and Mo Qiong still planned to go forward and check them out.

The alchemist is also equivalent to half a medical cultivator, and some minor problems are also very different.

However, when they were still a few steps away, Mo Qiong's steps could not take a step further, which was also too stinky.

Mo Bao came with Mo Qiong, and the smell made him reflexively plunge into Mo Qiong's arms.

"Sister, don't go over, it smells too bad."

The dozen or so monks who were vomiting listened to Mo Bao's disgust, and their hearts were even more aggrieved.

They're sick now, so don't hit them anymore, okay.

"Ah, look, what did he spit out?"

Treasures, here, please feed!

(End of chapter)