God Emperor's vinegar jar is turned over again

Chapter 901 New Toys

Feng Daosha shook his head, "I told you, Bai'er is too young..."

Yue Qingcheng was stunned for a moment, and immediately understood.

Yes, Feng Xiaobai is too young, thinking things too simply.

He can neither understand a man's ambition and ambition to dominate, nor does he know the sinister heart.

How could the Holy Martial Academy, the royal family, and even the members of the Dark God Society let him go?

Before Yue Qingcheng's eyes, Feng Xiaobai's helpless face seemed to flash past.

She said: "He has been working hard..."

"Humph!"

Feng Daosha snorted heavily, "What are you trying to do, trying to make his grandfather leave his country and leave his hometown like a bereaved dog, and run around for his life?"

Yue Qingcheng frowned.

Feng Daosha was changed by the dark energy, but sometimes, the easier it is to lose control, the more real the thoughts expressed.

In other words, he understands Feng Xiaobai's painstaking efforts, and is pleased, but he will never back down!

"Li Shujing, you have helped Bai'er a lot, there must be some friendship. The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. If you win, please spare Bai'er. If I win, I will let you go too."

Feng Daosha looked serious.

Yue Qingcheng felt that the grandpa and grandson were really interesting, so she raised her eyebrows, "You won't win."

That's it, there's nothing more to say.

She was alone in danger for Feng Xiaobai, but she didn't expect Feng Daosha to become a dark warrior, and she was still dreaming of the Spring and Autumn Dream.

Yue Qingcheng admires his ambition, but does not approve of his blind self-confidence.

Back off, leave.

Feng Daosha didn't stop him, but a powerful aura suddenly rose from outside the house.

"Yo, in the middle of the night, there are still guests in the Nine Demon Tower?"

Hu Shuixian is wearing a nightgown, maybe she just took a bath, and her black hair and dew are hanging down, like daffodils blooming at midnight.

Those winking eyes were like silk, looking straight at Yue Qingcheng with an indescribable charm.

And behind her, stood a burly old man.

That powerful aura came from him.

"Red spirit warrior?" Yue Qingcheng pursed her lips.

She hovered on her toes, and suddenly fled to the side.

"Catch him! I want to see if there is a man or a ghost under that mask, hey, maybe it's a handsome man."

Hu Naixian licked his lips.

That man's figure is extremely good, and that cold breath is what she has always liked.

The more staunch, the more she likes it!

Loved seeing them beg for mercy.

The red spirit old man flew over and cut off Yue Qingcheng's way forward.

brush!

Yue Qingcheng held a sword in his hand, an arc flashed, and flew out with a burst of red.

The red spirit old man's face showed a slight surprise.

In fact, he must have weighed Yue Qingcheng's strength, and he has never felt any fluctuations in spiritual power.

Why is there a spiritual attack at this moment?

That sword is even more difficult, it is actually a spiritual weapon?

"who are you?"

Hu Shuixian was also very surprised. He thought he was just a simple native of China, but how could he have such a high level of cultivation?

Didn't it mean that the highest cultivation level of Hua Guo warriors is only Zi Yuan?

She looked at Feng Dao Sha at the door, but she didn't see any surprise in his eyes, which meant that he knew the news about this mysterious man.

Hu Shuixian's eyes moved.

"Let him go!" She suddenly said.

The moment the old man was surprised, Yue Qingcheng had already fled away.

"Miss? Why..."

The old man was puzzled.

Hu Shuixian snorted coldly: "It's too troublesome for you to deal with him alone. I think he is also a ruthless person. Maybe he will hurt both of you. This is not my Hu Shuixian style."

The old man had a headache, knowing that she hadn't finished talking.

Sure enough, Hu Shuixian said again: "Besides, wouldn't it be a pity that such a man was killed by you?"

The sword has no shadow, and it is impossible to control whether to kill or not.

She can't bear it.

A fresh toy.

(End of this chapter)