super bad fairy

Chapter 214
Feng Wuting was carried to the ground, no longer had the previous domineering majesty, he kept crawling and rolling, screaming and howling.

With just this fingertip sword, Feng Wuting was defeated.

The golden glow on his body is Zhen Huai's Sanwei Zhenhuo.

This kind of fire fairy world is rare, and it can resist the existence of hellfire. How can Feng Wuting, who is only in the Yuanying stage, be burned by the real fire of Sanwei, how can he resist it?

The majestic young master of the Dao Sect of the Divine Heaven, a master of the Nascent Soul Stage, is just like a rascal this time, rolling and crawling all over the ground.

Fortunately, the puja dojo was cleaned extremely clean, and after being blown by Feng Wuting with cold wind, and then washed with snowflakes, it was also clean.He rolled around in the arena for a while, and his clothes didn't even get a speck of dust. Sure enough, the cultivation world is different from a harmonious society. Everything is natural and pollution-free, green and pure, and even the clothes won't get stained.

Every time he rolls on the ground...every time he yells... Shenxiao Daozong loses one point of face.

Finally rolled into the gap made by Zhen Huai's sword, and couldn't roll up. He could only tremble incessantly inside, then bared his teeth, and shouted loudly, which was even more miserable than the cry of the person whose chrysanthemum was blown off. extremely.Zhen Huai couldn't help praising the creativity of the people in the cultivation world, he listened carefully to Feng Wuting's cry, and tried to figure out the syllables contained in his cry one by one.

The drums continued.

Mo Yao was standing on the drum stand, beating the drumsticks in his hands continuously, but his eyes were always looking at Zhen Huai and Feng Wuting in that field, seeing that Zhen Huai won and Feng Wuting lost.Mo Yao breathed a sigh of relief at first, feeling relieved, but seeing Feng Wuting crawling and rolling all over the ground in such pain, he couldn't help feeling a little bit unbearable in his heart.

He couldn't help but recall that when Zhen Huai said that wealth should not be promiscuous, it was because wealth had not reached the level he wanted in his heart.At that time, she asked Zhen Huai what wealth he wanted in this life.

She already remembered that there was a self-deprecating smile on Zhen Huai's face at that time, about three meters away from her, with his hands behind his back, he turned to look up at the clear sky, and said: "I want this day, and I can no longer cover my eyes. I want this place, so that it can no longer hinder my footsteps. I want this time, so that my thoughts can no longer be blurred. I want a sword with my hand, and I want a Tianhe..."

"This Zhen Huai is my future husband." With this thought, don't think about the details of being with Zhen Huai in the past. She is so strong in front of her, it seems that she is determined, even Feng Wuting is not Zhen Huai's opponent now, won't she be bullied to death in the future?
The word "bullying" was misunderstood by Mo Yao again.The first time the two met, he was hugged by Zhen Huai and performed the "Spiced Lime Powder Dafa". At this time, thinking about it still made my heart beat.

"The senior of Shenxiao Daozong who came with Feng Wuting is the peak of the two peaks of Shenxiao Daozong, the peak of Daguan Peak, Zhu Lei, and the peak of Gujian Peak, Guchang, are both from the Celestial Stage. Masters are top existences in the world of comprehension. Even if Zhu Lei and Gu Chang don't care about that villain today, if Feng Wuting really dies in Zhen Huai's hands, Feng Henyuan, the lord of Shenxiao Dao Sect, will care about it in the future. How can the Tiangang Sect resist it?"

The blush on her pink face was swept away, her brows were furrowed, and she was already worried about Zhen Huai.

The bright yellow light on Feng Wuting's body suddenly flew back to Zhen Huai's hand, and turned into a bright yellow flame. Looking carefully, the flame was only the size of a fingernail.And everyone present didn't dare to underestimate it, because it was the flame the size of a fingernail just now, which made Feng Wuting unable to survive or die.When Feng Wuting was on fire just now, bursts of blue light shot out from above his head, and a phantom Nascent Soul faintly flew away from the top of his head.

Only then did everyone realize that Feng Wuting did not rely entirely on the power of Han Shujian, but was a real Nascent Soul stage master.

And that Zhen Huai is even more terrifying, even a small flame can force the masters of the Nascent Soul stage to almost let the Nascent Soul out of the body, abandoning the physical body of the first life of cultivation.The strength of the disciples of the Tiangang Sect is unfathomable. At least in the eyes of the cultivation world of these third-rate sects, the masters of the Nascent Soul Stage are already at the level of elders, which is admirable.

Those who defeated the masters of the Nascent Soul stage with that move were already considered immortal masters, such as the Tiangang Sect Zhen Huai, which was enough to scare them.

Sanwei Zhenhuo was withdrawn by Zhen Huai, but Feng Wuting was still curled up on the ground, like a dried earthworm.Although the three-flavored real fire did not kill him just now, the water in his body was roasted and evaporated half a dozen times out of ten, and his internal organs were also damaged to varying degrees. Nursing, without ten years or so, the body will never recover.

After all, it is not in the mortal fire, and it is not the same as that ordinary flame.At the beginning, Taishang Laojun braised Sun Dasheng with red flames, although Zhen Huai was not Taishang Laojun, and Feng Wuting was not Sun Monkey, but the three flavors of real fire were the same as the flames in Taishang Laojun's gossip furnace. It's a breed, exactly.

"Feng Wuting, you said that two people fight, life and death are fate, if you die in our hands today, so what?"

Zhen Huai looked at Feng Wuting slantingly. At this time, the young master of Shenxiao Taoist Sect had slowly stood up from the ground, but his whole body seemed to have no strength, as if he had just been blasted by a chrysanthemum, and his whole body was sore and limp. , As long as a gust of wind blows, he can be blown to the distant grassland.

"You... you really want to kill me?"

The tone was already trembling, Feng Wuting completely lost the prestige of the young master of Shenxiao Dao Sect, but instead looked at Zhen Huai with a fearful look, and instantly changed from a hunter to a prey, from the hungry wolf turned into a lamb.The transition between these identities, under the premise of Feng Wuting's change of mood, is so natural that it is jaw-dropping.

Feng Wuting's face was pale, and he glanced at the silent Zixiao Sect hall, he knew the two masters of his sect, but they refused to do anything now, could it be that he really gave up the life of the young master of the Shenxiao Dao Sect? ?

Immediately facing Zhen Huai again, he said indignantly: "Zhen Huai! If you kill me, please do it lightly. Don't use that flame to make life worse than death. If you give me a sharp sword, I will be judged without justice. Don't fight back."

On the front line of life and death, Feng Wuting's backbone was also aroused by Zhen Huai, these few words were sonorous and powerful, and suddenly he seemed not afraid of death.The face of the Taoist sect of Shenxiao that had been lost because of him rolling and crawling on the ground, was saved again in a few words of his generosity.

Snapped!
The gray and skinny palm was thrown on Feng Wuting's face.

"shut up!"

With a flash of sword light, Gu Chang couldn't hold back any longer, flew out of the hall, and stood in front of Feng Wuting, slapped Feng Wuting with his hand, causing blood to flow from Feng Wuting's mouth, and he cursed angrily: "You are me The young master of the Shenxiao Dao Sect, how can you easily seek death, with me, Gu Chang, here, how can this little Tiangang Sect be able to stand up to you?"

(End of this chapter)