Chapter 945 Old Dream of Wonderland

"Hehe, Feng Ming Sect, Feng Qianmo, Murong Qi, why are you so anxious, the business is not in a deal, if you have anything to say, can you discuss it slowly. ”

The temperature in Yang Weiwei dropped suddenly, Wang Ping was full of **, and suddenly turned into a cold sweat, and together with the Man Tangchun he had just drunk, he wet the soft black clothes on his body. He dodged a white light from Feng Qianmo's Nine Illusion Mirror, the yellow light flashed on his body, he opened his mouth and spit out a red shield, and in his busy schedule, he also played a trick to the corner of the house.

"Okay, Wang Ping, as long as you are willing to sell the shares of the Carbon Refining Pavilion to Feng Mingzong, on top of the bid of Baiqiaomen, I will add another thirty percent to you, in addition, I will personally give you ten more stunning virgins, how about it, I Murong Qi is very sincere, these ten virgins are all like flowers and jade, and they are naturally charming, I was originally going to leave them for myself to marry a baby, alas, who let me look at you pleasing to the eye,......。 ”

Murong Qi casually said nonsense, but his hand did not relax, his left hand pinched, his right hand waved again and again, countless small snowflakes appeared around him in a steady stream, with his gesture wave, these small snowflakes condensed into swords, guns, swords, halberds, rope rings, and all kinds of weapons, like a raging storm, pounced on the sleek beauties in the hall.

These snowflakes condensed into weapons, there are a large number of them, and the mana carried in a single weapon is naturally very limited, compared with the spells used by ordinary Jindan monks, the power is quite inferior, but such a terrifying number is not something that ordinary people can resist. If it is a monk who has just married Dan, it is very likely that he will be frozen into an ice lump in one photo, and he will deal with a dozen or so foundation building nuns separately, which is the most suitable, and the power is naturally more than enough.

He is not used to such a fragrant battlefield, and besides, this battle is going to be decided, and behind him, there are four branch owners waiting for him.

Behind Wang Ping's information of Fengmingzong, there is a simple comment according to convention: cowardice and greed, sexual arrogance, indulgence, appetite, indulgence, indulgence, and unknown personal combat power.

Wang Ping's timidity is still before he is lustful, and the cowardly will be suspicious, Murong Qi can't hope that Wang Ping will be stupid enough to really think of himself as an "old touch".

"Alas, it's all the third uncle who made a bad start, this bastard doesn't cast spells wholeheartedly, where is there so much nonsense, and the quarrel is dead. Well, could it be that he really secretly looked for ten naturally charming virgins, otherwise how could he give the real thing. Bastard, this time the old bastard is cheaper,......。 ”

Feng Qianmo didn't say a word, he excites the Nine Illusion Mirror with all his might, and the Nine Illusion Mirror's debut white light with almost no interval completely suppressed Wang Ping for a while, Wang Ping was forced to keep flashing his body to dodge, and he didn't have time to pinch the trick at all, and he looked quite wolf.

Among the younger generation of monks of Fengming Sect, there are quite a few people who take Feng Rushan as their idol, imitating everywhere, the spring breeze and rain are too rubbish, the body refining is too hard, and the on-the-spot machine changes require talent, and they are not easy to learn, but it is not difficult to learn when they are full of firewood in the fight, therefore, the disciples of Fengming Sect, most of them are male disciples, and they are constantly talking nonsense in the battle, and it has become a trend, and those who have good deeds are also called Hundred Birds Chaofeng, Murong Qi is one of the best, Feng Qianmo is not strange to see, most of them can be immune.

Maybe it's the inconvenience of movement, maybe it's too little clothes, the temperature in the room is too low, maybe the storage bag is not around, there is no magic weapon to take advantage of, maybe it's too concentrated on the bed kung fu, other kung fu is usually neglected to practice, I saw all the beauties showing panic, shouting and shouting one after another to dodge, no one dared to cast a spell to try to fight head-on, in a blink of an eye, three dancers have been frozen into ice and snow beauties, the light yarn on the dancer in the icicle has long been gone, the whole body is delicate, the face is different, the posture is sultry, lifelike, but there is also something moving。

Of course, Feng Qianmo had no intention of appreciating the seductive posture of the ice and snow beauty, Murong Qi made rapid progress, her heart was settled, and she snorted, the Nine Illusion Mirror in her hand flipped over, and a slender black light shot directly at Wang Ping.

"Fuck it, this little bitch is fucking, what kind of thing is this black light!"

How big can Yang Wei wake up, the black light came in an instant, Wang Ping scolded in his heart, and his heart moved, and the red shield was blurred, blocking the path of the black light.

The name of the Nine Illusion Mirrors, Wang Ping has also heard of it, and the white light on it is not an ordinary lightsaber or the like, and Wang Ping instinctively does not want to risk being hit by the white light.

Illusion-type spells often directly attack the primordial gods, and ordinary defensive masks may not be effective.

Feng Qianmo attacked unreservedly as soon as he came up, if it was a one-on-one, the two sides were evenly matched opponents, which was a big taboo in the battle, but unfortunately Wang Ping forgot, now it is not one-on-one at all, although he has many helpers, he is not useful at all, and Feng Qianmo is just temporarily suppressing him, not wanting him to play a moth, the real main attacker is Murong Qi.

Over the years, his hands, in addition to carrying a big spoon of stir-frying, is holding a wine glass and drinking, of course, he is also very familiar with stroking the smooth ass of a young girl, magic weapons, weapons, shields, these moodless and cold plays, how can there be warm nephrite can bring people supreme happiness, fighting, for Wang Ping, it is already a very distant memory, far away he can't remember.

In fact, since becoming a master chef, Wang Ping has never touched anyone, whether it is a purely show performance or a real fight.

At that time, he had just married Dan.

The stage to which he was accustomed, the fragrant stove in the kitchen, the drinking parties in all kinds of glittering wines, the seductive young ketones in the big bed, the calculations and exchanges in the staggering, the battles, the rude battles, were not the things that the savages and the most unproductive warriors do?

Cultivating immortals, isn't it a leisurely and happy cultivation?

The red shield was Wang Ping's natal magic weapon, barely blocking the path of the black light, but it did not have any effect on the black light. This slender black light directly penetrated the red shield and hit Wang Ping's chest. After being hit by this blow, Wang Ping suddenly remained motionless like a wood carved clay sculpture, but after a while, his face showed a look of extreme joy, which looked extremely weird.

By the way, many technical talents in Huaxia Da 6 like to use magic weapons such as shields as their natal magic weapons.

"Happy birthday!cough,It's really boring.,I'm not done warming up yet.,This guy is going to take a break.,Qianqian showed his might today.,Sure enough, it's worthy of the nine illusions.,Well,That fairy is called.,Qianqian.,Do you want to take a break.。 ”

Murong Qi put a huge ice ring on the seventeenth concubine who had celebrated his birthday, shook his head unsatisfactorily, and slowly walked towards the "thinker" Wang Ping.

"Don't move him yet! You throw these ice and snow beauties on the bed, Murong Qi, ten naturally charming virgins, isn't it more enjoyable than the Nine Illusion Witches?"

"Smack!"

Feng Qianmo took out a rope-like magic weapon, tied up an ice beauty, and fell violently to the big bed in the corner, the ice outside the beauty shattered in response, and the ice chips flew wildly, falling on the thick carpet, silent.

Fortunately, Wang Ping had the foresight, his bed was big enough to stack ten slender beauties, and it was not a big problem.

Feng Qianmo is very wise, with a round wrist, full of opportunities, usually smiling and smiling, but she is not really a good person, she is nicknamed the Nine Illusions Witch, of course she herself knows that the so-called Nine Illusions Fairy is just Murong Qi's weak heart.

"Hey, I'm not an uncle, where do I like to be born charming. Lao Zhang is almost finished, how long will Wang Ping have to wait. ”

Does Feng Rushan like to be born charming?

Maybe I like it, but Murong Qi must be guessing blindly, but when the family members have a swill tank, there is sewage that can't be spilled, and the children of Feng Ming Sect, the first thing they think of is, of course, the big tank of Feng Rushan.

"Hey, Wang Ping's situation is not quite right, well, you wake him up, and ask him if he just ate something dirty like Hehesan. ”

Feng Qianmo didn't care whether Feng Rushan liked it or not, she flicked her ten fingers and played a trick at Wang Ping, but Wang Ping just twitched the corners of her mouth slightly, and drooled two drops, but she didn't react further, she was strange in her heart, she pondered for a moment, and shook her head helplessly at Murong Qi.

The black light from the Nine Illusion Mirror is called the old dream of fairyland, it is the talent of the three-eyed silver fox clan, and it is the top illusion, Feng Qianmo inadvertently comprehended, and at present, he still needs to use the Nine Illusion Mirror to excite, and the monk who was hit by the old dream of the fairyland, if he is forcibly awakened, it will hurt the monk Yuan Shen a lot, but at this time, Feng Qianmo can't take into account Wang Ping's feelings.

As for the white light from the Nine Illusion Mirror, although it looks extraordinary, it is actually no different from spells such as light archery techniques issued by ordinary monks, Wang Ping is weak and timid, and he does not dare to take the risk to try, so that in his home field, many of the means carefully prepared on weekdays have not had time to be used, so he was captured by Feng Qianmo, who was only ready to "fight".

"This doesn't need to be asked, he must have taken an aphrodisiac, otherwise, more than a dozen steel knives that scrape bones, don't say it's Wang Ping, even if it's changed, well, if it's replaced by old history, it can't stand it. Lao Wang, take a cold shower and be sober. ”

Murong Qi's hands crackled and slapped Wang Ping's body more than a dozen times, and he was banned, kicked him away, stretched out his fingers, and a puff of white gas flew out.

"Whoa!"

A large stream of ice water fell from the sky, pouring Wang Ping into a soup chicken, and the white gas that Murong Qi popped out fell right in the middle of his thigh, instantly freezing the real chicken into a small short stick, a popsicle.

"Lord Feng Palace, Elder Murong, I am willing to sell the Carbon Refining Pavilion to the Feng Ming Sect. ”

Murong Qi's method, although rude, was very effective, only after ten breaths, Wang Ping woke up leisurely, without thinking too much, he also understood his situation, he slowly got up, straightened his black robe, picked up a broken chair and sat down, and did not talk nonsense, and simply agreed to sell the shares of the Carbon Refining Pavilion.

He's cold.

Damn Murong Qi, damn Ice Spirit Root Cultivator, don't you know that there are some parts of men who are most afraid of freezing!

It's frozen, and it's very troublesome to repair.

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