Mu Shao, your wife is not simple

Chapter 201 Ask Me Why?
Hong Feng and the crazy Taoist were depressed, but they didn't know that Qin Ranran was even more depressed than them at this time.

Why is this thing so difficult to deal with?
Last time it was given to the guy at Old Sun's side, as well as the things in He Zhenghui's basement, it didn't take so much effort.

Why can't this guy break up?
Qin Ranran was irritable.

He stretched out his hand, grabbed a corner of the black mist, and slammed it hard on the ground.

It was obviously a light and floating black mist, but every time it landed, there was a heavy impact sound in everyone's minds, as well as screams that made hair stand on end.

In the eyes of the crazy Taoist and Hong Feng, it was Qin Ranran who was holding the black mist figure as if smashing his face pocket, and fell to the ground hard one by one.

Inexplicably, the madman felt that that guy was a bit pitiful.

It is estimated that that guy is also doubting his life at this time.

"The strength has been restrained." Hong Feng said in a low voice.

As the figure of the black mist was continuously thrown to the ground, the surrounding violent aura condensed on the figure of the black mist.

It is estimated that it can't hold on, it is restraining its strength, and it is about to strike violently.

Qin Ranran could see that, as she was beating, the surrounding black mist was gathering towards the ball in her hand.

Her eyes lit up, the more she hit it, the faster it gathered?
Understood!
With the change of Qin Ranran's "strategy", the mouth of the mad Taoist beside him grew bigger and bigger. He only heard a click, and his jaw almost dislocated.

He hastily raised his hand, closed his chin, and then said with a half-smile: "Look, who said that the martial arts master's strength is not enough?"

The veins on Hong Feng's forehead were twitching, but he couldn't refute the crazy Taoist's words at this time.

Because, that young girl used both fists and kicks, beating the black mist figure like a punching bag...the nose was bruised and the face was swollen.

Well, if that kind of thing had the function of having a bruised nose and a swollen face, Hong Feng believed that even his own mother would not be able to recognize it.

Hong Feng is a little skeptical about life now. When can we deal with this kind of thing directly by force?
The madman looked at Hong Feng, who was frowning and thinking, and said with a sneer, "Don't think about it, every time a master slams, he gathers the surrounding spiritual power, which is not something ordinary people can do."

Hong Feng's body shook, and after looking at Qin Ranran with incredible eyes, he turned his head and asked the crazy Taoist: "A master?"

"I told you a long time ago that I'm a master!" The mad man cursed with an ugly expression.

Anyway, none of the magic masters he knew could do this!
He definitely can't, there are people who are better than him... How many people are there in this world?

"It's almost over." Hong Feng's words made the madman have no extra thoughts to think about it, so he hurriedly looked over.

Sure enough, the black mist has the last power left. Of course, this is also the purest power. If it is not handled properly, if it wants to explode, it will be very powerful.

"What is she doing?" Hong Feng asked in shock.

The madman stared blankly, and murmured: "It seems... to be making a weapon."

"Is this the way magic tools are made?" Hong Feng felt that his years of research on magic arts had been completely overturned, or that he had little knowledge and ignorance.

"Ask me why? I haven't seen it either!" The madman went crazy.

"Senior, don't do it!" The mad Taoist hurriedly stopped Qin Ranran, "Its power is too violent, if it is forced into the jade horse, it may be difficult to control, if..."

If one is not good, it may cause riots and kill many people.

The possible result, after seeing Qin Ranran's actions, the mad Taoist swallowed it back.

(End of this chapter)