After dressing up as cannon fodder, I beat everyone in the house until they cried.

Chapter 549 Today is the day you die!
Seeing that the other party hadn't spoken for a long time, Ling Miao raised his voice and took drastic measures.

"how?"

"In fact, you know that your son is a idiot who got in through the back door, so you don't dare to bet on him to compete with me, for fear of being exposed, right?"

"Just tell me the dish, it's not shabby."

"you!"

Wen Juntian's anger was rising. His Feiyu Sect was one of the major sects in Yuanling Continent, and no one had ever dared to be so presumptuous in front of him!

He slapped a jade ring onto the table and stared at Ling Miao coldly.

"Okay! But I'm telling you in advance, I also have a subdued spirit beast in my hands. Using a Qilin to sneak attack is useless in front of me."

He had already heard from Wen Ziye that the woman was no match for him at all, and it was only after she summoned the Qilin that she was able to succeed. It could only be said that the woman had good luck, but with him around, such a petty trick would not have been possible.

Ling Miao shrugged, "So much nonsense."

Wen Juntian snorted and shook his wrist. A balance-shaped magic weapon appeared on the side. Ling Miao's Five Elements Ring and his jade ring floated to the top of the balance-shaped magic weapon.

"I won't take advantage of you. In the competition between you and my son, whoever wins will automatically get these two things."

Ling Miao smiled, tiptoed out of the inn, and smiled provocatively at Wen Ziye.

Wen Ziye looked at her with his fists clenched, he hadn't expected how things would turn out like this. He called on his father to come out and find a fight for him, but in the end he had to fight another battle by himself, and against a little Nascent Soul?

He looked at his father in bewilderment: Wouldn't his father feel that it was an insult to his personality for him, a sixth-level spirit being, to fight with a Nascent Soul ghost? Why was he pushed out by the ghost to fight? Wouldn't it be better to just let them be arrested?

Wen Juntian glared back with a dark face: What time is it now! It is a critical time when the management of the other three continents come to discuss matters, and the three pavilions of Xianyu Island will also send people to come! And it is in such a big inn under Tianfeng City!

Although the other party is a helpless independent cultivator, there are so many people around, so there must be outsiders. If it gets out that the big sects in Yuanling Continent are bullying others, he will have a hard time explaining himself!

He shook his head at Wen Ziye: It's okay, just a minor incident. During this special period, just be careful not to kill anyone.

Wen Ziye wordlessly turned his gaze back to Ling Miao, then tiptoed to land opposite her.

"Forget it. I'll just play with you, little brat. You're lucky, little brat. Not everyone has the honor of watching how this young master fights up close."

Before he could finish his words or stand still, a house next to him suddenly rose from the ground, catapulted towards him in an instant, and smashed into him before he could react!
It only took a split second for the house to be lifted up from the ground and then smashed down. If one blinked during this split second, they wouldn't even be able to see the trajectory of its movement.

The house fell directly from top to bottom, and the first thing to be hit was Wen Ziye's head.

The opponent was just a little Nascent Soul, and Wen Ziye took him less seriously than when he fought Shen Hualan.

He never expected that, while he was still in the stage of speaking coolly and making threats, and trying to determine if there was anything around him that he could use, the house next to him would suddenly disappear and then fall from the sky and hit him on the head.

Bang!
After a loud bang, the debris from the house scattered everywhere. The terrible noise was creepy. In the mess, Wen Ziye had fainted and was buried under the rubble, motionless.

The battle was over in an instant.

Not only passers-by, even the Feiyumen’s own people were stunned when they saw this scene.

how can that be!

Doesn't this kid have no talent for resonance? But what happened to the house that was suddenly lifted out of thin air just now? This is too weird!

The balance-shaped magic weapon that Wen Juntian had just taken out made a ding sound, and the Five Elements Ring and the Jade Ring floated up together and flew into the child's hands.

Ling Miao sneered and looked at Wen Juntian who was in shock provocatively. He threw the two ring-shaped magic tools in his hands twice. "Oh, a small five-element ring first won my son's jade ring, and then won my jade ring. What a good deal."

Her eyes were full of mockery. "Hey? Then you said, I can move the house with my spiritual sense. If this trick is not resonance, then what is it? Is there any other trick for your extremely weak spiritual control abilities?"

Wen Juntian's pupils trembled. He couldn't believe that the little ghost in the Nascent Soul stage actually defeated his son with one blow. Moreover, the opponent's posture clearly resonated with the entire house and launched an attack in an instant! This was too strong, too outrageous!

His eyes were fixed on the jade ring in the other person's hand, and his eyes suddenly shrank.

The next second, a huge teleportation array appeared out of thin air beneath his feet, and Ling Miao and all the people from Feiyu Sect who had come disappeared on the spot, including Wen Ziye who was under the ruins.

In a flash, Ling Miao found himself in a square-like place with intricate patterns carved on the ground.

She raised her eyebrows and looked at Wen Juntian, who was standing opposite her with a dark face.

"Hey? Master Wen, can't you afford to play?"

Wen Juntian's face was dark. He ordered his men to take the unconscious Wen Ziye away, then looked up at Ling Miao.

"Stop talking nonsense, hand over the jade ring, and I can let you die more easily."

"This is my territory. I don't care whether you really have that kind of talent or not. If you mess with me, you deserve to die!"

He sneered at Ling Miao and said, "Little devil, this world is so unreasonable. Today is the day you die!"

Ling Miao raised her eyebrows, and the black iron sword appeared in her hand.

She pointed her toes, flicked her wrist, and the black iron sword flew straight towards Wen Juntian.

The ruthless aura shocked everyone in Feiyu Sect.

No one could have expected that under such circumstances, the little ghost would actually take the initiative to attack, and the posture of this attack was totally not what a little ghost in the Nascent Soul stage should have!

The momentum of the black iron sword was unambiguous. Wen Juntian's eyes sank and he subconsciously raised his hand. A deep blue protective shield appeared in front of everyone from Feiyu Sect.

Click!

The black iron sword was inserted into the protective shield.

The force caused Wen Juntian's eyes to shrink suddenly.

But the next second, a sound came from above them.

Everyone looked up when they heard the sound, and it turned out to be the little girl who jumped directly onto his protective shield.

She smiled at them, her voice crisp.

"You're right, bad old Deng!"

“This world doesn’t make sense.”

She smiled, raised her hands high, and then smashed them down hard.

"It's... physics!"

(End of this chapter)