Every time the two expose each other's shortcomings, the coercion spread towards each other is stronger.

It's just that except for a few of the people of the Tianhuang Clan who are their own elders and Taishang elders, the Martial King Xiuwei and the following have all fallen.

Luo Qingyin looked at the large and small Tianhuang that was forced back to its original form by coercion, and raised his hand to hold a sword flower: "Little goblin, I feel a little hungry, why don't we eat roasted Tianhuang?" ”

Feng Junxi was sitting cross-legged on the ground, using Xuan Qi to resist the two coercions, and almost fell headlong when he heard the words.

The main man finally appeared.

However, their appearance will only make matters worse for the Heavenly Phoenix Clan!

Zi Yunchen smiled and said, "Which one do you like to eat?" ”

When Ling Kun saw them from afar, he immediately stopped raising the bar with Feng Zhentian, came to them with his feet on his feet, and leaned over softly and saluted: "Master." ”

That obedient posture and that delicate expression are just like the two people just now.

Feng Zhentian laughed loudly: "Ling Meiren, what about your appearance?" Don't you feel ashamed of yourself that a dignified generation of ghosts and demons actually recognize a little martial king as the master? ”

Ling Kun raised his eyes and sneered: "You dignified land true immortal attacked the pet of a little martial king, and also seized the phoenix god egg, won't you lose your face?" ”

Feng Zhentian said confidently: "That's different. ”

Ling Kun smiled: "It's really different. Because in a moment my master will defeat you. ”

After speaking, he introduced to Zi Yunchen, "The one over there is called Feng Amao, he is a shameless master, and he was a little worse than Hate Xiaoyao back then, and he was a bird man who plucked out his hair and pressed it in the stinky ditch by Hate Xiaoyao." ”

Feng Zhentian was poked in the foot, and said angrily: "Who is called Feng Amao?" The deity line does not change the surname, sits and does not change the name, called Feng Zhentian! ”

Luo Qingyin blinked and looked at them with a puzzled gaze: "You were all poisoned by hatred and freedom back then, shouldn't you be the same enemy now, and arrest and beat the three hundred boards?" ”

Ling Kun raised his hand, and the soul chain clanged: "The deity disdains to be in the company of bird men. ”

Feng Zhentian sneered: "Working with a person who looks like a prostitute in a Qinglou, the deity feels insulted. ”

Luo Qingyin: "......"

She waved the sword in her hand: "So you can use coercion in the air with impunity, right?" So you don't care about other people's lives or deaths, do you? ”

Two powerful eyes fell on her at the same time: "What do you want to say?" ”

"I want to say you've gone too far!" Luo Qingyin waved his wrist, and the sword of the Bi Regiment pointed directly at the ancestral hall, with great momentum, "Harm me to blow up the furnace, you will pay me the pill, pay me the pill!" ”

Feng Zhentian saw that she was just a little martial artist, so he didn't take it to heart: "The deity is not an alchemist, where did the pill and the pill furnace come from, go aside." ”

"Good." The corners of Luo Qingyin's lips hooked a cold arc, "Senior brother, let's go roast Tianhuang on the side." ”

Zi Yunchen said with a smile: "Good idea." ”

Ling Kun said happily: "I'm here to help." ”

There are one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight and nine on the Phoenix Terrace...... There are a total of twenty-three multicolored heavenly phoenixes that have reverted back to their original forms.

Ling Kun waved his sleeves and swept all the heavenly phoenixes to Luo Qingyin's feet, Luo Qingyin entered the Three Saints and Three Demon Tripods again and took out a high-grade Dan furnace, put it on the phoenix platform, and said to Zi Yunchen: "Senior brother, I remember that your bird-killing swordsmanship is good, are you responsible for removing hair and internal organs?" ”

"Yes." The corners of Zi Yunchen's lips hooked slightly, "Do you like to eat older or tenderer?" The old ones are suitable for stewed soups, and the tender ones can be used for grilling. ”

Luo Qingyin thought for a while: "Old, I haven't drunk stew for a long time." ”

Zi Yunchen's gaze swept over the Heavenly Phoenix, and immediately picked up a Heavenly Phoenix that had cultivated to the oldest age, and with a wave of his sleeves, the Heavenly Phoenix flew into the air, and with a wave of his hand, the Ice and Fire Thunder Sword drew a cold and gorgeous light......

Feng Junxi shouted anxiously: "Leave the phoenix under the sword!" ”

But it was still too late.

The Ice and Fire Thunder Sword slashed, and the colorful feathers fell one after another.

Luo Qingyin glanced at Feng Junxi lightly, flipped her palm, and the fire of Nirvana erupted from her palm, she stretched the fire into the fire mouth of the Dan furnace, and said slowly: "Feng Junxi, you shouted the wrong person, it is not us who can decide life and death, but ......."

Before the words fell, a flower appeared in front of me.

A multicolored light flashed in front of his eyes, and suddenly there was a touch of gold.

Luo Qingyin raised his head suddenly, and the naïve Feng Amao on the ancestral hall had already come to the phoenix platform at some point!

Fortunately, Ling Kun had already taken precautions and stopped in front of her before he could make a move.

Feng Junxi was completely stunned.

This is the first time in his life that he has seen this uncle leave the beam of the ancestral hall!

Luo Qingyin's eyes swept over Feng Junxi, turned around on the two people facing each other, and finally landed on Feng Zhentian's body.

For a moment, she thought he was the Peacock King.

It's so sassy.

From head to toe, no matter clothes or accessories, every inch is colorful, each feather silk is like the most gorgeous ribbon in the world, a colorful feather dress with a long trail, at a glance, like a peacock ready to open the screen at any time, bright, bright, bright.

But he is a heavenly phoenix.

Luo Qingyin blurted out: "Are you a cross between a peacock and a heavenly phoenix?" ”

There was a dead silence all around.

The air in Phoenix Terrace was condensed.

Feng Zhentian's face turned black to the bottom of the pot.

After a while, Ling Kun's laughter sounded like a silver bell: "Little master, I will obey you." ”

He and Feng Zhentian quarreled for a long time, and the lethality was not as good as Luo Qingyin's words.

I have to take it!

"The deity disdains the little doll bickering." Feng Zhentian uncharacteristically didn't treat Luo Qingyin like Ling Kun, but just approached her step by step, "Nirvana fire, pure blood of the Phoenix God Clan." Are you the mother of the Qiankun fetus? Come, let the deity see. ”

Luo Qingyin's heart sank, and she was about to retreat, Zi Yunchen took a step ahead of her in front of her, raised her eyebrows and said, "What if she is the mother of the Qiankun fetus?" This king is the father of the Qiankun fetus, what advice do you have? ”

Feng Zhentian looked him up and down: "The Yan clan, pure blood, has the purple and gold aura of the emperor." Are you the future Great Yan God Emperor? Or is it the reincarnation of a fairy power? ”

Ziyun Chenjun's face was calm, and his eyes were restrained: "It's just an ordinary person." ”

"Oh, this kid is so humble...... However, there is no sugar to eat. Feng Zhentian looked at him, then at Feng Junxi, and then at Luo Qingyin, "Your generation is really surprising." The pure bloodline of the Yan clan, the pure bloodline of the Tianhuang, and the pure bloodline of the phoenix god, has the pure bloodline become a rotten street now? ”

Ling Kun smiled lightly: "There are talented people in the country, but you have slept on the beam for too long." ”

"Nope. I had a sense of foreboding. Feng Zhentian still looked lazy, but his eyes were a little more thoughtful, "Do you remember what Hate Xiaoyao said?" ”

Ling Kun's eyebrows frowned slightly, and his beautiful face showed a touch of puzzlement: "What words?" ”

Feng Zhentian said word by word: "Collect the pure bloodlines of the ten ancient clans, you can ......"

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