Xuantian Wushen

Chapter 610 Killing the Patriarch (35)
Feng Li and Wen Ren You Lei glanced at each other, then flew towards the place where the sound came from.

"It's those people again!" Xin'er said angrily.

Feng Li also knew those people in the field, they were the group of cultivators on the beach back then.In addition to them, there are three cultivators in the field, one is a young man in black attire with a very cold face, the other has a foolish look on his face, and a pair of peach blossom eyes stares at the female cultivator among the group of people from time to time , and another person is a young monk, who looks very loyal, but is very handsome, as if he has a spiritual energy in him!
The three of them were surrounded by the group of cultivators, and there were still traces of fighting on the ground. Beside the three of them, there was a little golden wolf. The little wolf's golden hair was covered with blood, and it seemed that it was injured.

The little golden wolf squatted at the feet of the young man in black, sticking out his tongue and licking his shirt with an affectionate look.

Seeing all this in the arena, Fengli suddenly understood a little bit, at this moment, Xin'er pouted, and said: "These people must have taken a fancy to other people's spirit beasts and want to take them for themselves, it's really hateful! "

Feng Li shifted his eyes to Xin'er's face, and smiled in his heart, this smiling girl really likes to complain for others!
"What do you think?" the young man in black said, his voice was very cold, as if it came from the mouth of a dead person, without a trace of emotion!
"Give us the spirit beast, and we will let you go, otherwise we will speak with our strength!" said one of the cultivators.

"All benefactors, this spirit beast belongs to the one-kill benefactor. It is not yours. It may not be fruitful to force it. I hope all benefactors will not be too persistent!" Qingxiu monk said in a low voice.

At this time, a woman walked out of the group of cultivators. The woman had a graceful figure, icy muscles and fine bones. She said lightly, "Little master, you are the ones who are persistent. The strong are respected. In this world, the law of the weak preys on the strong." , the little master has practiced for many years, so it's possible that he doesn't even understand this truth!"

The Qingxiu monk looked calm, and said: "Young monks and others don't want to meet the benefactors, let alone see the blood. If the benefactors press you hard, even though the little monk is a meditator, he will have to soak the meditation with blood. Heart!"

"Huh!" The woman's face turned cold, "You have washed your Zen heart with blood, even if you are a direct disciple of the Prajna Temple, you will never want to leave this place today!"

"Fuck!" Among the three of them, the young man with peach blossom eyes spat fiercely, and said, "Little girl, believe it or not, brother, I'll strip your clothes off a hundred times a hundred times..."

"Looking for death!" The woman was furious, with murderous intent in her eyes, and at the same time raised her hand, a huge handprint of Yuanli slapped directly at the young man with a pair of peach blossom eyes.

"Wh... bang..."

A black shadow flashed past, and a blade light appeared instantly, cutting off the woman's handprint, the speed of this blade was astonishing!

It was the black and ruthless young man who made the knife. After cutting off the fingerprints, he stood in front of the peach-blossom-eyed young man and said, "This matter has nothing to do with them. You are looking for me, let them go!"

(End of this chapter)