Chapter 36

"Si Mei, why do you want to go with so many people?"

All of a sudden, a lazy voice sounded, and Yun Muxiang immediately stopped. The voice was too familiar, even if she didn't want to hear it, no one could do it.

Looking up, I saw a woman in black sitting on the tree. Her legs were dangling on the tree, and her face was half masked. It was dazzling in the sun. A scar was curling on her face, which was ugly and disgusting.

"Well Well

Yun Mu Xiang's eyes were puzzled at first. When she recognized that the woman in the tree was her mortal enemy and Feng Yu who had broken her tongue, her excited eyes turned red immediately.

His scarlet eyes were filled with hatred. Yun Muxiang pointed to the Phoenix and stammered with a shrill voice, which seemed to curse her.

Feng Yu is in a good mood. Seeing Yun Mu Xiang's appearance, I'm afraid she wants to strip her skin and cramp her. Unfortunately, she can't even scold her now.

Alas, she is too wise indeed. She knows that this woman loves to swear, so she broke her tongue. How good it is now. No matter how much she hates her, she can't swear. Her ears are really clean.

"Oh, how can I forget that you can't speak now, and even ask you something, but what do you want to say? I really can't understand the third sister. Seeing the appearance of the fourth sister now, the third sister is deeply distressed. It's really pitiful to think that you were so smart and eloquent, but now you can't say a word. "

Feng Yu's voice is very flat. At last, she pretends to shake her head and make a look of sympathy and regret, but she doesn't know how cool it is. Although Yun Muxiang is very poor now, she doesn't feel for her at all, because she asked for it all by herself.

As the old saying goes, it's better to forgive the sin of heaven than to live the sin of oneself.

If she didn't have enough room for her, she would not have been attacked so soon if she had not been cut by thunder and cut her face, and finally arranged a servant to rape her.

After all, she was protected by Liu Qinghe. If it wasn't for long Zixuan's unexpected intervention that night, she might not be able to take advantage of it.

Her words can be said to be vicious. Yun Muxiang's eyes are about to crack after hearing them. Her eyes are bloodshot and scarlet. Her chest fluctuates violently. She gasps, grits her teeth and raises her hand to make a gesture. More than a dozen people behind her immediately go out together and urge her to pull out a knife one after another. They jump onto the branch and chop at Fengyu.

The accomplishments of these ten monks are different, but all of them are in the turning spiritual realm. The lowest is the beginning of the turning spiritual realm, and the highest is the peak of the turning spiritual realm. It's only one step short of breaking through to the metaphysical realm.

They are all the confidants Liu Qinghe has cultivated for many years. In order to cultivate them, Liu Qinghe has spent a lot of money and painstaking efforts. He seldom lets them do anything, but he doesn't want to give it to Yun Muxiang to deal with Fengyu now. I wonder how much their mother and daughter hate Fengyu.

In the blink of an eye, a few big knives fell on the top of Fengyu's head. Fengyu floated and jumped off the tree before the blade fell on her head, safely avoiding the first attack.

Seeing Fengyu Dodge, Yun Muxiang stands under the tree, clenching his teeth and clenching his red lips tightly. Damn it, this waste is really smart.

Earlier, she heard her mother say that this trash got a chance encounter after being split by thunder. She still didn't believe it. If thunder didn't kill her, she was very lucky. How could she still split the spirit power? Isn't this nonsense.

But now I saw it with my own eyes, but she couldn't help believing it. Yunmu almost vomited blood. Damn it, she should have strangled her that night before she recovered.

Now, her tongue will grow in her mouth.

As long as you think of your tongue, Yun Muxiang's intestines are blue with regret, and you want to break Fengyu to pieces, so that she can vent her hatred.

What if this waste has spiritual power? But she just got spiritual power. She doesn't believe that she can cope with so many spiritual cultivation monks. Today, she must cut this waste to pieces.

After Fengyu dodged a blow, she began to fight back. She jumped to the wall and picked up a stick standing on the wall. A monk swung it back towards the chasing monk. As soon as the monk dodged, the stick hit the ground and made a dull noise.

At this time, the back of a few friars have come over with a big knife, the blade of the spirit flow, far from the burning Fengyu body pain.

The spiritual power of this world is very domineering, far beyond Feng Yu's cognition. Facing these fierce friars, Feng Yu is very hard to deal with. However, her combat skills are too rich to let these people win easily.

Even if she doesn't have the upper hand, if she wants to leave, these people can't keep her.

It has to be said that these friars are still very powerful. The two friars who are the highest in cultivation, one left and one right, entangle Fengyu and force her to retreat. Looking at the entangled Fengyu, Yun Muxiang smiles strangely.

She takes out a dagger from her arms and slowly draws it out. When Fengyu is entangled, she stabs Fengyu fiercely. A sense of crisis arises spontaneously. Fengyu immediately realizes the danger.With one palm of her hand, she pushed back the two friars who were pestering her. With one side of her head, she saw Yun Muxiang stabbing at her with a dagger in his right hand, with a ferocious smile on his face, which made people feel cold all over.

Fengyu can't think much about it. Before the dagger stabs her, she reaches for her hand and holds the dagger with great force. Yun Muxiang tries to pull it out several times, but doesn't pull it out.

With a broken soul in her hand, she clamped the dagger with force. With a click, the dagger was folded in two, half in Yun Muxiang's hand, and the other half fell to the ground with a clang.

At this time, the color of the broken soul was like fingers, so Yun Muxiang thought that she had broken the dagger with her fingers. Her eyes were so shocked that she couldn't believe that Fengyu broke the dagger with her bare hands.

But Fengyu doesn't give her the time to be shocked. Seeing that the friars kill again, Fengyu grabs Yun Muxiang's neck and holds her in front of her.

Yun Muxiang is a third-order cultivation in the spirit turning realm. She also stepped into the third-order cultivation the day before yesterday. The realm is the same, but the combat effectiveness is far different. Therefore, Yun Muxiang has no fighting back power in her hands.

"Stop it."

With her a Jiao drink, kill to come over of friars in succession Dun live, the facial expression anxiously looking at the cloud Mu Xiang of Feng feather hand, "let go of four young ladies."

The friar at the head is in his twenties. Because he has the highest accomplishments, he is the leader of this group of friars. Seeing Yun Muxiang, who is held by Fengyu's neck, he can't help but shout angrily. If anything happens to Yun Muxiang again, Liu Qinghe will never let them go.