Yan Jun chases his wife: Madam, don't make trouble!

Chapter 831
Feng Ling directly threw the black iron stone into the air to deal with that smelly old man.The flowing light emitted by the black iron covered the golden wall.

One practiced outside the wall, and the other broke the law on the eaves. There was a stalemate for a while.

The next second, a gust of wind blew on the outer wall very suddenly.The howling wind hit the old man's face, causing pain like a knife cut.

Unexpectedly, the other party would do something twice. Thinking of this, the old man moved his feet, flew along the golden wall to the sky above Feng Ling, and greeted him with a palm.

After Feng Ling met his palms at close range, she flew down from the eaves lightly, and landed on the ground lightly, very calmly.

The old Taoist also flew down, holding a whisk and carrying a long sword behind his back. When the two were standing in the yard, Butler Ye came with fruit, "Master, the fruit...here it is..."

Butler Ye was stunned for a moment, completely unaware of what was going on now.But Feng Ling and the two of them stared at their opponents as if they hadn't seen him.

Butler Ye quickly stood on the corridor and stared at the two people in the courtyard.

The old Taoist flicked the whisk in his hand, and said with a contemptuous smile, "If you're going to get caught without letting go, don't blame the poor Taoist."

Feng Ling snorted coldly, and said lightly: "Smelly old man, you come to deal with me regardless of black and white, I have nothing to say to you, let's see the truth."

As soon as the voice fell, the old Taoist jumped up, and the distance of a few meters passed in an instant, and he reached the top of Feng Ling's head in an instant. down.

Butler Ye held his breath. He didn't understand why the Taoist priest in Taoist robe was here to deal with the young master. He didn't know if the young master could handle it. He hoped that nothing happened.

Feng Ling swung her right hand, holding a Fenghuang Ling fan in her hand, and fanned towards the opponent, and flew out with the feather needle.

The needle comes out like a flower blooms, and the needle falls like a flower disappears.

A few feather needles stabbed the huge golden palm net falling from the sky into complete silence.

The net kept falling, and the feather needles kept blooming. The two persisted in the air for half a minute. The old man laughed, turned over and fell, and the palm net and feather needles disappeared at the same time.

Feng Ling's eyes were shining brightly, her expression proud.

In the next second, the two were fighting together.

In a blink of an eye, the two of them probably had already made seven or eight moves.

Feng Ling finally retreated to the edge of the wall under the pressure of the other party. The room for movement was extremely limited, she was panting non-stop, and she would end up losing at any time.

In an instant, the whisk that was originally less than two feet long spread out, and turned into a long white side that was more than two feet long, as if it had come alive, and attacked Feng Ling.

Feng Ling was taken aback, she didn't expect that the whisk was not only strong, but also had the function of stretching freely.Just as he was casting a spell and trying to avoid it, the whisk that was dodged suddenly exploded, and a silver dragon turned into thousands of strong ropes, forming a big net, and enveloped Feng Ling again.

"It's not over!"

Covering it was beyond Feng Ling's expectations. Although he had tried his best to avoid the blow, the fishing net had already formed, and Feng Ling was entangled immediately, revealing his real body...

what--

The fruit plate in Steward Ye's hand fell to the ground, and he couldn't help gasping for air. A huge figure was reflected in his eyes, and the phoenix flames soaring into the sky had covered the golden wall densely in the blink of an eye, and the huge flames shot into the sky. At the same time, the loud and clear phoenix cry also erupted.

(End of this chapter)