"Oh, Master Han, she doesn't want to, why are you picking up broken shoes to wear! Besides, your status is noble, and you can't destroy the fairness of the battle for the sake of broken shoes! ——”

Bao Fei opened his mouth slowly, with undisguised jealousy on his face.

Han Feiren raised his eyebrows, shook his head, and said, "Haha, yes, then I don't care, you continue." ”

Bao Fei's hanging heart relaxed.

To be honest, when Nan Xiao rejected Han Feiren just now, she was relieved.

Born lowly, he is still a beggar.

Stuffy gourd, poor qualifications.

In addition to not being ugly, it can be said that it is useless.

But that's it, there are also Yu Qin, Master Qingxuan, and the old wife and young wife of the Missionary Cliff who like her.

With a humble background, why can she be loved by so many people?

Thinking of this, the anger in Bao Fei's heart rose again.

"Hehe, then you continue to fight, and Han Shao and I will never interfere."

Jas took Han Feiren to fly up to the 20-meter platform and motioned for Nan Xiao and Bao Fei to continue.

In the middle of the moon, the night breeze blows slowly, and the freshness of the grass and trees overshadows the fishy smell of the earth.

Bao Fei's divine pattern did not dissipate after piercing Nan Xiao's left calf, and it was still lying in the flesh and blood.

Even if Nan Xiao sealed the wound with vitality, it still bled nonstop.

A hint of annoyance flashed in Nan Xiao's calm phoenix eyes.

She hadn't fought against cultivators before, and she was inexperienced, so she had suffered a loss before.

But now, Nan Xiao is a little excited.

Gently shaking the vitality, after feeling the strength of the divine pattern between the flesh and blood, Nan Xiao's restless heart calmed down.

You can still win!

Nan Xiao, whose calf was nailed to the ground by the god pattern, did not panic at this time.

On her face, not even the pain was visible.

Obviously, there was still blood dripping from her calves, and the people around her were still mocking and lewd from time to time, but Nan Xiao did not lose her cool.

"You can really bear it, no wonder so many people have survived, your useless Holy Body brother, old waste Lin Xiao, and Elder Lu estimate that the corpse has long been cold, and the old woman and her adulterer on the Bitter Sea Cliff ...... Hey! But you still know the severity, and you didn't use your filthy body to beg for the mercy of Grand Master Han......"

Bao Fei saw that Nan Xiao did not show despair, and began to taunt again.

"What?! His brother is the Eucharist?! Jas exclaimed.

As an immortal seedling, he knew better than anyone how important his physique was to his cultivation.

Jas's master had warned him not to get carried away just because his physique was still suitable for cultivation.

You must know that there are people outside of people, and there are heavens outside of the sky.

The seemingly vast Qingya Blessed Land was actually only the southernmost small sect of the Feather God Dynasty, and it was not even comparable to the third-rate forces in Zhongzhou.

And those transcendent ancient families, famous and holy places, and a random servant are not something that Qingya blessed land can compete with.

What's more, the descendants of those great sects have excellent inheritance qualifications, and they have cultivated saint-level scriptures, and even more, some people directly practice the Emperor Sutra!

As long as they gently hook their fingers, they can turn the Qingya blessed land into ruins.

At that time, Jas was still not convinced, and felt that he was no worse than those people who could release the divine power of the bitter sea at high frequency.

But after the arrival of Cheng, a girl with a wood attribute spiritual root, Jas recognized the reality.

Whether it is cultivation or combat power, he is not the opponent of Maiden Cheng.

He practiced hard for fifteen years before he could be able to shape the Divine Bridge.

And it only took ten years for the girl Cheng to ascend to the other side, and was given the surname Qing by the blessed land of Qingya, and her status was not weaker than that of the elder Zhengxi.

What frustrated Jas the most was that Shizun also told him that in this world, cultivators with spiritual roots were not very rare.

The truly powerful physique is remembered by future generations after the brilliant achievements made by the ancestors.

For example, the Feather Body, the Heavenly Demon Body, the Light Body, the Barbarian Battle Body, the Human King Body, the Innate Dao Fetus, and even the Chaos Body that has only appeared in legends, etc.

And Brother Nanxiao's holy body is undoubtedly the most dazzling, and it is peerless in the absolute sense.

Seeing that the immortal Miao Jas, who had always been calm and calm, was so out of shape, Han Feiren touched the jade flute on his waist, lowered his eyes, and patiently explained to him: "Jas, you are outdated, even I know that his brother is dead." It's a pity that the good-looking little girl below has a very poor physique and is not very suitable for cultivation. I heard my grandfather say that at the beginning, whether it was Shu Dao, Kunzhou, Dachu, and Yandi's caves, they all went to check her physique, hoping to pick up a leak, but there was no one. Later, she was left to fend for herself. However, this little girl is also tenacious, and she has walked through 10,000 steps of Shu Road to come here. With such a strong will, if the little girl can practice, it will definitely be very powerful. ”

"Master Han's words are wrong, how can this girl's will be firm? Born poor and weak, he is not worthy of your admiration. Moreover, I seriously suspect that this is a lonely star, and has killed his brother and those old men......"

Before Bao Fei finished speaking, he met Nan Xiao's cold gaze.

The phoenix's eyes are clear and rippling, flowing with a little style, and more is the killing intent of Sen Han.

"You're still looking at me with such disgusting eyes!"

Bao Fei was furious, and a cyan rope emerged from the bitter sea under the umbilicus in her hand, which was the Qianqing rope given to her by her brother Bao Wan.

Holding a thousand green ropes in his hand, there were dozens of cyan divine patterns whistling, heading straight for Nanxiao.

In the eyes of everyone who exclaimed, Nan Xiao took a deep breath, and the muscles in the wound on her leg suddenly relaxed.

Grabbing the divine pattern with one hand, her legs are the most flexible, and with the half-inch thick divine pattern as a rope, Nan Xiao climbs up like an ape.

The distance was already very close, and Bao Fei was caught off guard by Nan Xiao because he released too many divine patterns, which caused the accuracy to deteriorate.

"Bang!"

The intact right leg was raised high, and it was a heavy blow to Bao Fei's abdomen.

And Nan Xiao was able to change her posture, and after a step, the pierced right leg stretched out to the side of Bao Fei's head, like a dragon swinging its tail, sweeping Bao Fei, who was about to lose her balance, directly to the ground.

Nan Xiao stood on the ground and looked down at Bao Fei, who was stunned, raised her foot and kicked at Bao Fei's bitter sea, and at the same time did not forget to speak: "Coincidentally, I am also waiting for the opportunity!" ”

A familiar sentence, for Bao Fei, is really ironic.

The cyan divine pattern was dyed red by blood, but Nan Xiao's breathing was steady and didn't seem to be in pain.

The vitality gushing out from the tip of the foot was fierce and violent, and each foot was heavier than the other.

"Ahem! Ahem! ”

The corners of Bao Fei's mouth were bleeding, the bitter sea was shaking, and the little life spring that had been extracted with great difficulty stopped surging.

The divine pattern that had pierced Nan Xiao's left calf before was weak and completely dissipated.

"No, you can't do this, don't kill me, don't abolish me, please!"

Bao Fei begged for mercy again and again, lest his cultivation foundation would be shattered by Nan Xiao before he could lay a solid foundation.

"Nope! You can't do this! My brother won't let you go! ”

Nan Xiao's face was expressionless, and her vitality ran down her toes, like ocean waves, constantly hitting Bao Fei's stomach.

After determining that Bao Fei's sea of bitterness could not be opened for the time being, Nan Xiao squatted down and took out all the forty-two bottles of herb liquid in Bao Fei's arms.

With my own three bottles, it is estimated that it is not enough.

But don't panic.

Nan Xiao punched Bao Fei's wheel sea again, condescending, proud as the snow of the Tianshan Mountains, and said coldly: "Bao Fei, hand over the bitter sea vessels of you and your servants, I promise to spare your life today." ”