Hearing Ye Huan's words, Fang Fengji's expression changed, and a touch of anger appeared on his face.

"Heh..."

Seeing this, Murong Xuehuan smiled lightly, and the jade finger on her fair-skinned lotus arm was tapped, and the spiritual power around her body suddenly surged a little.

"Fang Fengji, today's matter, this fat man surnamed Wang owes me a pair of tricks, you say, what should I do. Murong Xuehuan's lips opened lightly, and her charming figure was dressed in strands, giving people infinite desire.

Fang Feng looked at Murong Xuehuan quickly, felt a dryness in his throat, and swallowed his saliva.

"Fang Immortal! Fang Immortal! You promised me! You are..."Seeing that Fang Fengjian did not defend himself in the first place, Wang Shoucheng was anxious, he had just escaped from the brink of life and death, and now he was desperate for his life.

"Shut up!" Fang Feng glanced at him, interrupted Wang Shoucheng's chatter impatiently, and immediately said to Murong Xuehuan, "What do you want to do? ”

"My junior brother said it very well, you won't know if you fight. ”

The corners of Murong Xuehuan's mouth were lightly raised, her lips were lightly opened, and her white teeth were exposed from it.

Fang Fengji's face was slightly sluggish, but the rest of his eyes looked around, and shook his head slightly, he knew in his heart that at present, there were already many masters from various sects and factions in this small city, if he decided to fight with Murong Xuehuan, it would be a hard battle if he won, and if he was caught by other sects afterwards, it would be worth the loss.

"Since you don't want to make a move, then tell your juniors over there, and my junior brother, give it a try?"

Murong Xuehuan glanced at the several Changchun Palace disciples behind Fang Fengji, her eyes were like silk, and she raised her eyebrows at them.

Fang Fengji's expression eased, and he turned his head and said, "Which of you is on?"

Turning his head to look, the corners of his eyes jumped suddenly, and he saw that the four junior disciples behind him were all in a trance, and their eyes were full of heat, staring fiercely at Murong Xuehuan not far away.

"Qing!" Fang Feng was furious, and stomped on the granite on the ground, and suddenly the stone chips flew everywhere.

Only then did the four Changchun Palace disciples come back to their senses, realizing that they had just fallen into the temptation of Murong Xuehuan's flattering eyes, they immediately felt ashamed, lowered their heads, and did not dare to speak.

Fang Feng sighed in hatred, and wanted to go up to them and beat it himself.

"The four of them, together..."

Ye Huan's voice came slightly, but it was a thunderclap in the silence!

"What are you talking about?" Fang Fengjian turned his head suddenly, looking at Ye Huan in disbelief, he believed that his spiritual sense, Ye Huan's strength, definitely did not exceed the Bone Refining Realm, and reached the Convergence Qi Realm!

Even Murong Xuehuan looked stunned, turned her head slightly, and looked at Ye Huan with a hint of doubt.

The latter nodded at her slightly, then stepped forward and said, "I say, let's go together." ”

Ye Huan's bland words seemed to be unaware that the four Changchun Palace disciples on the opposite side were all good hands above the Eight Heavens of the Bone Refining Realm, but they seemed to be a bunch of crooked melons and cracked dates, like a chicken and a dog.

Even the most cowardly mortal has a moment of anger, let alone a cultivator in the cultivation realm.

The four disciples of Changchun Palace were all shocked, and looked at Ye Huan with resentment.

The beautiful girl Murong Xuehuan is a big realm higher than us to humiliate us like this, and your small bone refining realm is similar to us at most, and you dare to be so rampant!

Ye welcomed the eyes of the four people, raised a chill on his eyebrows, and nodded noncommittally.

With a single step, they had almost reached the center of the confrontation between the two sides just now, and seeing this, the four disciples of Changchun Palace let out a roar, and they rushed towards Ye Huan without hesitation.

"The monks of Changchun Palace pay attention to body methods. Murong Xuehuan's faint voice sounded behind her ears.

Hearing this, Ye Huan nodded slightly, and at the moment when the figures of the four of them flashed rapidly, their fists were clenched, and the fat black robe was suddenly raised by the aura fluctuations, and the aura in the thirty-three spiritual bones around his body erupted, frantically plundering the aura of heaven and earth, and the momentum was magnificent!

"How is it possible, this kid is only thirty-three spirit bones!

Fang Fengji, who was watching the battle, changed his face drastically, and with his spiritual sense, he could see at a glance that Ye Huan had only evolved thirty-three spirit bones, which was nothing but the fourth heaven of the bone refining realm!

Unexpectedly, with such a cultivation, he wanted to fight three Bone Refining Realm Eight Heavens and one Nine Heavens!?

But at present, Ye Huan's aura throughput is no longer the existence of the Bone Refining Realm!

Ye Huan sneered, felt the four winds in front of him, and blasted his right fist towards a corner on the right without hesitation.

Bang!

With one blow, this Changchun Palace disciple was still like the disciple who was knocked away by Murong Xuehuan just now, but he didn't expect Ye Huan to rehearse the trajectory of his own body and punch Ye Huan with difficulty.

But it was like a kite that had been off-string, and it was blown away by a punch and hit the wall of the alley fiercely!

Stone chips flying!

Ye Huan was bathed in golden brilliance, his blood was like the sea, and his fists were amazing!

"Ahh

"Run..."

Some of the timid onlookers around saw that Ye Huan could be called a golden flame, and they were all frightened and scattered.

A sneer rose on the corner of Ye Huan's mouth, and after a moment's pause, he had already punched more than forty punches with the other three people who were in a hundred turns.

Cough up blood in a big gulp of all four people!

"Hit you injured first!" Ye Huan's eyes shot out, seizing a fleeting opportunity.

With a leap of his body, the whip leg flung fiercely towards a sound of wind!

Bang!

The figure appeared, it was the man who was injured in Murong Xuehuan's hand before, who was whipped to the soft flesh of his waist by Ye Huan with one leg, and the sound of broken bones sounded, and he was actually whipped by Ye Huan with one leg and broke several ribs!

The corners of Murong Xuehuan's eyes were charming, and she was sure in her heart, protecting the old man before her, and raising her arms lightly, forming a protective film to resist the impact of the surrounding aura.

"The Bone Refining Realm is invincible!"

Fang Fengji saw the whole situation in his eyes, swallowed his saliva, looked at Ye Huan with a little unwillingness, and thought fiercely in his heart: "At that time, I should have killed him with the strongest Dao technique with one blow!

Only a few breaths passed, Ye Huan reached out with one hand, grabbed the neck of a disciple of Changchun Palace, and with a little force, grabbed his body down, released his palm, and suddenly threw it out with a slap!

The palm containing the aura struck the disciple's face firmly, and the screams suddenly rose, and the blood of several teeth spilled out with the waterfall rose in the air!

Ye Huan smiled, a trace of coldness flashed in his black and white pupils, and he glanced at the back at the bottom of his eyes, the last one!

"Okay, no need to fight, they lost. ”

Fang Fengjian couldn't stand it anymore, and with a trace of spiritual power in his voice, he drank the only two people on the field.

Ye Huan's already clenched fists trembled slightly, and he immediately decided to spare this last person, the golden light dimmed, and he retracted his strength slightly.

In the next moment, Ye Huan's eyes were gloomy!

The wind suddenly rose, and a white silver light came out of the air, straight to his head!

A flash of gold!

The palm of his hand turned into a knife, Ye Huan slashed it with one palm, and actually cut off this long sword with anger, and his left hand blasted out without hesitation, slapping it on the face of this disciple fiercely!

Blood waterfall!

Head Fall!

It was actually a palm that tore off the head of this Changchun Palace disciple from his neck bone!

Ye Huan stood in place, his aura had never decayed, and his body was covered with blood, and he suddenly looked at Fang Fengji.