Fengjue Tianxia: Poison Doctor Seventh Miss

"Touch!" Ben was a very casual complaint, trying to make people sit down.In the end, this tall man actually just sat, sat, sat down!

"Good boy." Feng Qingyue blinked her eyes, this person didn't seem to be good at communicating, but unexpectedly he was very good at talking.

"Looking for death!" The person who sat down had a face of blue ghostly will-o'-the-wisp in an instant, and he didn't stand up anymore, but there were many blue flames condensed in his hands, and he threw them at Feng Qingyue. come over.

"Boss, run, the flame is very difficult!" Seeing the blue flame, Lang Shaobai hurriedly shouted.

"Teng!" It's a pity that it was still too late, the flames rose up and surrounded Feng Qingyue's whole body, the flames on one person were more than those on Lang Shaobai and the others.

"It's gone?" It's just that Feng Qingyue moved freely with the blue flame that made Qingyan and Xiaoqing unable to move. When she walked up to the sitting person who was as tall as herself, Feng Qingyue asked kindly .

"You, why are you alright?" The tall man twisted the blue dragon on his face.

"I come from the eighth level of purgatory." Feng Qingyue tilted her head and thought for a while, as if she was talking about something insignificant.Sometimes, it is good to rely on one's own efforts to fight hard. What is added to pass the eighth level of purgatory is not to be afraid of ghostly ghosts.

"Boss, isn't it the seventh floor of purgatory? Where is the eighth floor?" Lang Shaobai was full of curiosity, like a cat's paw, scratching itchy, or the boss encountered many interesting things, lost for a while, and then lost It's a pity that there are so many fun things to do.

"Eighth floor? Isn't this the eighth floor?" Li Hanxing was also curious. He came here after breaking through the seven layers of purgatory. Where is the eighth floor that Feng Qingyue said.

"Eighth, floor?!" The tall man said every single word, the flame of the blue dragon on his face seemed to be alive, his cold eyes swept towards Feng Qingyue, "I haven't met a challenger for many years. I am the guardian of the ninth floor, Leng Yan."

"Guardian?" Wu Suiyun was at a loss, isn't this the Nether Valley, what kind of guardian challenger, seven levels of purgatory, nine levels of purgatory, what is going on.

"It's a guardian again. You'll be tired from fighting all the time. Get up, aren't you going to sit down and fight with me?" Feng Qingyue kindly reminded, but the sentence of sitting down made the half-standing person look gorgeous again. He sat down on the ground with a bang.

"Doesn't it hurt?" Listening to that voice, Feng Qingyue felt a pain in the flesh, how could she treat herself so rudely.

"Hmph!" The tall man snorted coldly.

"Boss, boss, wait a little longer." Lang Shaobai's male duck voice has risen to the point where it can interrupt people's tricks. In fact, the voice is too penetrating to be ignored.

"What's wrong?" Feng Qingyue resisted the urge to beat someone, after listening for so long, she still wasn't used to it.

"I was in the first level of purgatory, and I met a group of people who had no tongue but could speak, but once I said the word tongue, they became so negative that they fell to the ground. This person has been sitting on the chair, I think he is Afraid to sit down." Lang Shaobai looked at this person's reaction, he was familiar with it!

"Really?" Hearing Lang Shaobai's words, Feng Qingyue's eyes lit up, and he scanned the tall man in front of him up and down.