"Xiaoqing, come out and wash the floor. ”

At the sound of an order, the Red Moon Flying Lion 'Xiaoqing' fell from the sky.

At this time, although Xiaoqing's strength was advanced to the third-order two-star level, it was one star different from its former master, Zhao Bujing, the master of the Martial Arts Pavilion Branch, a silver-blooded martial arts general at the three-star level.

This star gap is equivalent to the suspension of a thousand points of combat power among human beings.

But don't forget.

The physical fitness of the beast itself is much stronger than that of humans.

In this way, the gap between Xiaoqing and Zhao Bujing is almost non-existent.

Therefore, when faced with the Red Moon Flying Lion 'Xiaoqing' that appeared for some reason, Zhao Bujing's heart was greatly shaken.

Zhao Bujing roared angrily: "Xiaoqing, hurry up and get away for me." ”

But after Zhao Bujing's roar, the Red Moon Flying Lion not only did not retreat, but on the contrary, its speed of rushing towards Zhao Bujing also accelerated a few points.

The fierce beast Xiaoqing landed at a faster speed.

Zhao Bujing's eyes narrowed, and he thought quickly in his heart, he could slap Cheng Fan into the soil with one palm if he waited a while, but on the other hand, Xiaoqing could also step himself into a lump of mud.

He knew too well the true combat power of his mount, Xiaoqing.

After such a comparison, Zhao Bujing had to flash directly.

Zhao Bujing stood back in place, first looked at the Red Moon Flying Lion hovering above Cheng Fan's head, and then glared at Cheng Fan angrily: "Bald boy." What did you do to my Xiaoqing?"

"Hehe~" Cheng Fan sneered and said, "Wasn't Pavilion Master Zhao still shouting that he wanted to see my magic before?

Facing Cheng Fan's cynicism, Zhao Bujing's face changed and changed, and finally almost turned into a pot face.

Looking at the Red Moon Flying Lion 'Xiaoqing' who was always guarding Cheng Fan's side, Zhao Bujing only felt that his head was several times bigger.

I boasted about Haikou before, but I really boasted too much.

Right now, I really don't dare to do it easily.

In this way, I really slapped myself in the face. Zhao Bujing thought with a constipated look.

The more he thought about it, the more Zhao Bujing remembered that half a month ago, he went to Ziyang Town alone, and his mount Xiaoqing had shown a trace of wrong seedlings.

It's just that at that time, I didn't dig deeper.

At this point, Zhao Bujing's stinky face, which was originally like the bottom of a black cauldron, flashed a pale and panicked: "When did you use such a hexery on my mount?

"Hehe~" Cheng Fan just smiled slightly, but did not answer.

But Cheng Fan's expression made Zhao Bujing see it, and his face immediately became more ugly.

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"Fan Ye deserves to be still Fan Ye. Didn't disappoint. Cheng Dayuan looked at the pavilion owner Zhao, who was pale and did not dare to act rashly, and the taste in his heart that was not a taste was finally replaced by a refreshing taste.

Cheng Dayuan lowered his head: "Fan Ye is too powerful. The depth of his city is beyond the reach of those of us who can guess. In the future, I will also learn from ordinary masters, take one step at a time to see ten steps, one hundred steps. ”

"Ouch, it almost scared me. Cheng Xiao'er on the side covered his chest, like a daughter's home.

After he saw Cheng Fan's mysterious demon magic being broken just now, he knew that something was wrong.

Later, when he saw the owner of the pavilion, Zhao Feitian, rising up and seeming to be able to slap Cheng Fan to death with one palm, Cheng Xiaoer couldn't bear to look at it directly.

When he opened his eyes again, Cheng Xiao'er found that the owner of the pavilion, Zhao, had actually returned to the same place, and it seemed that he had not moved at all.

If it weren't for the fact that Cheng Fan had the Red Moon Flying Lion flying above his head, Cheng Xiao'er would have thought that he was blind just now.

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