First-class queen: woman, don't be too arrogant

Chapter 270 Strange Spiritual Power 5
If you don't discuss it, how do you know that there is actually a better way to deal with it.

She actually walked into this misunderstanding.

Wishful thinking for the other party's good, but sometimes it is not a good thing, she is stupid.

"I was wrong." Fengyun suddenly understood, hugging Muhuang's neck and rubbing.

However, she had to handle this matter by herself, it was the dignity of her Helian family, her dignity of Helian Fengyun, dignity was priceless.

Mu Huang's original anger was rubbed against by Feng Yun at this moment, and he couldn't express it.

After giving Fengyun a slap in the face, he said in a deep voice: "Follow me, three years, I'll see if I can train you to be a master against them in these three years, don't embarrass me then."

Since Fengyun has already issued the challenge letter, he has nothing to say.

I had no choice but to find a way to teach Fengyun and see if a miracle could happen.

Hearing this, Feng Yun slightly raised his eyebrows, smiled and kissed Mu Huang's neck: "Then we... um..."

Before he could finish his promise, Fengyun suddenly trembled, and his body froze instantly.

"What's going on?" Mu Huang, who was holding Fengyun, immediately felt something strange, and stretched out his big hand to grab Fengyun's wrist, and stretched into Fengyun's body with spiritual power to investigate.

Black air, black spiritual power swirling around Fengyun's body quickly.

Wherever he wandered, Fengyun's spiritual power was being quickly swallowed.

It's like ice meets fire, completely irresistible.

In the blink of an eye, two-thirds of Fengyun's spiritual power was swallowed up, and no grass grew anywhere he passed.

"What's going on here?" Mu Huang was shocked, and immediately surging spiritual power rushed out, following Feng Yun's body to meet the black spiritual power.

Very heavy, very icy, just like the dark night, gloomy and ferocious.

When Mu Huang's spiritual power met, the black spiritual power stagnated for a moment, and then slowly continued to erode Mu Huang's spiritual power.

But in comparison, it is much slower than before.

Mu Huang's face darkened in an instant, what kind of weird spiritual power is this, that even he can't control it?

Immediately, the spiritual power of his subordinates was mobilized, and they quickly moved towards the black spiritual power.

In an instant, Feng Yun's face was black, green and blue, constantly changing, just like a face made of ink and color.

(End of this chapter)