Fighting: Practice makes it real, start with a poisonous body

A graceful figure in green said with a sweet smile, "Sister Feng, why are you so anxious? Wouldn't it be wonderful to be with our disciples?"

Xiao Yan looked sideways. Even though he had only heard the information from passersby, he knew Feng Qing'er's situation in Fenglei Pavilion.

He clicked his tongue and said, "She must be Mu Qingluan, she has such a poisonous tongue."

Tang Ying was dressed in white, the eight Han swords behind him gleaming coldly in the morning light. He gazed at the receding purple lightning and laughed heartily, "How could I, Tang, fall behind?"

"Zheng——!"

He leaped forward, and the long sword behind him was unsheathed. His whole body merged with the sword light, turning into a long white rainbow across the sky. The clouds and fog dissipated wherever it passed, and he followed Feng Qing'er closely.

Wang Chen smiled sinisterly, his black robe fluttering in the wind. His figure gradually blurred, transforming into dozens of twisted ghostly figures. Like a hundred ghosts parading at night, they scurried along the mountain wall, withering all vegetation in their wake.

Everyone used their own methods and rushed towards the vortex of spiritual energy on the top of the mountain.

Feng Qing'er ventured alone into the depths of the Tianmu Mountains, surrounded by thick fog as thick as a substance, with visibility less than three meters. Lightning flashed in her purple eyes, and as she formed a seal with her jade fingers, the fog around her was instantly struck by lightning, crackling with a sizzling sound.

"Roar--!"

A sixth-level fire lion suddenly jumped out from the mist, its sharp claws bringing up a fishy wind.

Feng Qing'er raised her hand lightly, and a purple lightning whip condensed from thin air, lashing out at the lion's head. The demon beast howled, and its iron-hard purple crystal armor was cracked.

Before she could catch her breath, another blue-eyed golden eagle swooped down. Feng Qing'er snorted coldly, and as her colorful sleeves fluttered, seven lightning blades spun out and slashed out, killing it.

The higher they went, the more ferocious the monsters became. By the time they reached the top of the mountain, the hem of Feng Qing'er's colorful clothes had been soaked with the blood of the monsters, her sleeves had been torn, sweat had broken out on her forehead, and her breathing had become rapid.

"finally reached."

Feng Qing'er looked tired, her fair cheeks showing a little paleness. She looked at the pool of blood in front of her that was surging with tremendous energy, but her purple eyes were slightly bright.

As long as she absorbed the energy from this pool of blood, she didn't even need to absorb all of it, just a small portion would be enough for her to break through to the Dou Zong level.

But soon, four sounds of breaking through the air suddenly tore through the silence on the mountain top.

Xiao Yan's black robe fluttered, Mu Qingluan's black hair flew, Tang Ying's sword intent was awe-inspiring, and Wang Chen had a ghostly aura. The four of them landed around the blood pool almost at the same time.

Mu Qingluan's eyes flickered, and she suddenly smiled softly, covering her lips with her hands. She said, "Senior brothers, this blood pool only has so much energy, it's not easy to divide it up."

She glanced at Feng Qing'er, whose breathing was disordered, with a meaningful look: "How about..."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yan and the others all locked their eyes on Feng Qing'er. There were many magical beasts in the Tianmu Mountains, and it was not easy to break into the top of the mountain.

Mu Qingluan, Tang Ying, and Wang Chen all had the support of their fellow disciples, so they retained most of their combat power even after reaching the top of the mountain. Xiao Yan also had the secret help of Venerable Skyfire.

On the other hand, Feng Qing'er had ventured into the mountains alone, and had already depleted 70% of her fighting spirit...

"Mu Qingluan!"

Feng Qing'er's purple eyes suddenly turned cold, and lightning flashed at her fingertips.

"Sister Feng, don't be angry~"

Mu Qingluan blinked innocently: "Sister Feng is so magnanimous, please help us~"

She gently waved the green phoenix feather fan in her sleeve, and the three of them also formed a siege.

Chapter 135 The Son of Dragon and Phoenix Appears!

"you!"

Feng Qing'er gritted her teeth, but a feeling of powerlessness surged in her heart.

If it was a fair one-on-one duel in her prime, she would not lose to anyone present.

But now, she has consumed too much energy and has to fight four people alone, which is simply impossible.

Mu Qingluan chuckled and said, "Sister Feng, you'd better go down the mountain now. Otherwise, swords and knives are blind. Don't let your sister get hurt."

Feng Qing'er gave her a cold look. Xingyun Pavilion and Fenglei Pavilion had always been at odds with each other.

Now that Feng Qing'er has fallen into a low period, Mu Qingluan is taking this opportunity to step on her.

"You want me to quit? Sure! Mu Qingluan, let's fight to the death!"

Feng Qing'er's voice was icy, with an undisguised fierceness and determination, and the four people around her all changed their expressions when they heard it.

In her current state, she was actually going to fight Mu Qingluan to the death... The chances of winning were obviously pitifully low, but this ruthless, burn-to-death struggle made Mu Qingluan's heart stagnate.

"This crazy woman...is she trying to drag me down with her?"

Mu Qingluan frowned slightly and muttered softly, with a barely perceptible fear flashing across her eyes. She was unwilling to take the risk.

Tang Ying had a blank expression on his face, while Wang Chen had a playful look on his face, and they both just stood by and watched.

Feng Qing'er and Mu Qingluan are fighting. No matter who withdraws, it will be beneficial to them. It would be even better if both of them suffer losses.

However, Xiao Yan didn't think so. His eyes moved between the two women, and then he moved closer to Mu Qingluan.

He clasped his fists and said, "Miss Feng is seriously injured. Leaving the mountain as soon as possible is the best way to protect yourself. If we leave now, no one will get hurt."

Feng Qing'er's face was frost-covered. "I was just wondering why you usually avoid me, but are pressing me so hard today? It turns out you've found a lover."

Mu Qingluan blinked. She didn't know why Xiao Yan offered to help. She just thought that he also wanted to take advantage of Feng Qing'er.

Wang Chen's lips curled up into an obscene smile, his eyes wandering freely over Feng Qing'er's curvy body, his tone frivolous.

"Feng Qing'er, why are you so afraid of them? If you really want to stay, it's easy. I can join forces with you, but the price is..."

He chuckled, a few ambiguous chuckles escaped from his throat, and the dirty thoughts in his eyes almost overflowed.

Feng Qing'er felt a chill in her heart, and her stomach churned. She said coldly, "Dream on!

The hypocritical look on Wang Chen's face instantly faded away, replaced by a bone-chilling coldness: "If you don't accept my toast, you'll have to drink the penalty wine. Then you'd better get out!"

Before he finished speaking, Wang Chen's figure flashed out like a ghost!

As his palms surged, large patches of withered wood grain appeared all over his body. Several blue-gray ghostly shadows rose from behind him, each with a hideous face. With sinister screams, they pounced towards Feng Qing'er.

Wherever the ghost passed, the air seemed to be frozen, with a bone-chilling coldness.

Mu Qingluan was just showing off her eloquence before, but when Wang Chen made a move, he really wanted to kill Feng Qinger!

Feng Qing'er's heart trembled, and she hurriedly took a deep breath to block. The moment the ghost hit her palm, a sinister force penetrated her meridians, as if countless fine needles were piercing her bones.

"puff!"

Feng Qing'er felt a sweet taste in her throat and a mouthful of blood spurted out. She staggered back several steps, her face as pale as paper, and her already weak breath became even weaker.

"get out!"

Wang Chen's expression was cold.

"Good, good, good! It's really good!"

Feng Qing'er's chest heaved violently, and a cruel sneer suddenly appeared at the corner of her mouth.

"I, Feng Qing'er, will remember everything you did today! I will definitely repay you one day!"

She suddenly raised her head and her eyes slowly swept over everyone present, as if she wanted to carve out their appearance and expression and engrave them deep into their souls.

Mu Qingluan felt an inexplicable palpitation and subconsciously clenched her sleeves.

A lean camel is still bigger than a horse. No matter how difficult the current situation of the Sky Demon Phoenix Clan is, it is, after all, a clan of demon beasts with a heritage that has been passed down for thousands of years, and its foundation is by no means comparable to that of the Sky Luan Clan.

Feng Qing'er is a person with a cruel heart and a deep obsession. She was humiliated in public today. Given her personality, she will definitely remember this account.

If Feng Qing'er could truly rise from the ashes one day, she would be in trouble...

Mu Qingluan's brows furrowed unconsciously, and she quickly glanced at Wang Chen, who was looking sinister. She had only wanted to dampen Feng Qing'er's spirit at first, and had never intended to do anything so drastic.

Now, Wang Chen's interference has backfired, forcing the relationship between the two parties into a dead end with no room for recovery.

However, things have come to this point, and it is impossible for her to lower her stance and apologize to Feng Qing'er.

Feng Qing'er forced herself to swallow the blood surging in her throat, let out a very light cold snort from her nose, and slowly moved her feet, walking down the mountain step by step.

After she left, Tang Ying shook his head and said, "Brother Wang, you shouldn't humiliate her like this."

Wang Chen sneered, "Alright, stop pretending to be a good guy. The right thing to do is to enjoy the blood pool together!"

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Elsewhere, Feng Qing'er's figure had disappeared into the winding path. The gravel beneath her feet made a small, crunching sound, blending with the whimpering of the mountain wind through the treetops, and a sense of loneliness arose.

"Revenge is no easy task..."

Feng Qing'er covered her still aching chest with one hand, her fingertips already stained red by the seeping blood. The toughness she had just maintained in front of others had now been blown away by the mountain wind, leaving only the bitterness surging in her heart.

Venerable Lei treated her harshly, and now she has lost the opportunity to enter the Blood Pond. If she wants to break through the Dou Zong bottleneck with her own strength, it will probably take her another one or two years.

On the path of cultivation, if you take one step slowly, all the steps will be slow. What's more, Mu Qingluan is deeply favored by Master Feng and her status in Xingyun Pavilion is much better than hers.

Just when Feng Qing'er was overwhelmed by bitterness and powerlessness, a sharp and piercing scream suddenly broke the tranquility of the mountains.

A sixth-order giant python rushed out from the dense forest, its dark brown scales gleaming with a cold and hard luster under the mottled light and shadow. Its vertical pupils flashed with greed as it stared at her intently.

Feng Qing'er's face instantly turned pale, and a wave of despair washed over her like icy water. This python's cultivation was only three-star Dou Huang. In the past, she wouldn't even have given it a second glance.

But now she was seriously injured, and it was extremely difficult for her to even mobilize her fighting spirit. Facing this ferocious beast, she had no ability to resist at all!

"Hiss-!"

The sixth-level giant python suddenly opened its bloody mouth and pounced towards Feng Qing'er. As its thick snake body swung, even the surrounding trees collapsed.

Feng Qing'er closed her eyes tightly, ready to surrender, but the expected pain did not come. Instead, a deafening explosion was heard.

"boom--!"

Feng Qing'er opened her eyes in confusion, and saw a strange purple-colored fighting spirit streak cutting through the void, accurately hitting the python's vital point, blowing the huge snake's body into pieces of blood and flesh, and splattering broken flesh and scales all over the ground.

"Are the descendants of the ancient Sky Phoenix already so fragile?"

An indifferent voice sounded, Feng Qing'er looked in the direction of the voice, and saw a man in a purple robe standing quietly at the end of the mountain path.

He has a tall and straight figure, a face that is handsome to the point of being demonic, a pair of eyes as deep as the night, and an aura as deep as the sea. He is much more powerful than Lord Lei.

But what shocked Feng Qing'er even more was that the purple-robed man emanated a faint, heart-pounding blood pressure, like an invisible mountain, which made the blood in her body tremble uncontrollably!

Chapter 136 I will make the Sky Demon Phoenix Clan great again!

Feng Qing'er's heart was filled with turmoil.

She had once had the good fortune to meet the clan leader, Huang Tian, ​​from afar at a clan assembly. With the Tian Yao Huang clan's bloodline declining, the clan leader's bloodline was recognized as the pinnacle of the clan, and that kind of pressure was enough to make the clan's disciples bow down in submission.