Chapter 633

Tian Haoran was just going to hold the beautiful woman from behind and find a place where there was no one to enjoy.

But somehow, in the heart suddenly a panic, subconsciously stopped a step, a water arrow shot into the ground in front of him.

"Who, who dares to attack me here?"

He was the successor of Xianzong whom xuanqingzi valued. He had been practicing Taoism for 20 years, and he had already stepped into the peak of practicing Qi. He could reach the foundation period in one step.

Don't think that such talent is mediocre. According to the normal situation, this is the normal training speed. Zhao Feng only practiced for a few months, and then he reached the late stage of Qi training.

It's all because of his good skills and good luck. If he practices step by step, his speed may not be as fast as Tian Haoran.

"Zhao Feng!"

Wei Ying looks at the figure in front of her and shouts excitedly, then rushes into Zhao Feng's arms like Ruyan's homing.

Before xuanqingzi told her that Zhao Feng was dead. God knows how desperate he was at that moment.

Now at the sight of Zhao Feng, Wei Ying burst into tears.

Zhao Feng gently hugs Wei Ying and comforts her in a low voice: "it's OK. What are you crying about? Haven't I come back? Did this man bully you just now? See how I can avenge you. "

With that, Zhao Fengsong opens Wei Ying and looks at Tian Haoran not far away.

"Just now, you bullied Wei Ying?"

"How is it? I can see it's your wife, it's your blessing, you don't know how to cherish it, you still want to assassinate me, it's really bold. "

Tian Haoran looks at Zhao Feng with a gloomy face. In his impression, all those who dare to attack him are his enemies and will not come to a good end.

Not to mention Zhao Feng is Wei Ying's husband. If you don't kill Zhao Feng, this amazing beauty will slip away from him.

"Martial uncle, master Zhao, both of you are immortals. Today's incident is a misunderstanding. Why don't you give me face and let it go?"

Duan Yan comes up in a hurry, and cries bitterly in his heart. This matter is that their ChiYan sect is wrong. Zhao Feng entrusts Wei Ying to them. As soon as he comes back, he sees such a scene.

It's impossible for anyone to swallow this breath.

Zhao Feng sneered. Just as he was ready to speak, Tian Haoran hummed coldly.

"Duan Yan, you old man, how can you still turn your elbow out? Even if I have a dog, I know how to protect the master. Thanks to you, you can be the master of the ChiYan sect. It's not even as good as a dog. Don't mention it. Today's Woman, I'll make up my mind."

Duan Yan's face was red and white. He was a lot of years old this year. He was also the leader of ChiYan sect, but he was insulted by a young man. Where can he put his old face!

But he can only bear it. Tian Haoran's identity is extraordinary. In front of him, the identity of master ChiYan is no different from that of a guard dog. In a word, he can be replaced.

But he can endure, does not mean that Zhao Feng can endure.

"Ha ha, I'm not ashamed! Let me see what you can do! "

Say, kill blood art to launch, one punch to hit toward Tian Haoran.

Seeing Zhao Feng's action, Tian Haoran's eyes flashed a trace of disdain: "a man who can only use fists and feet is also called a cultivator? Today let me teach you, what is magic! The red flame arrow

Similar to Zhao Feng's water archery, more than a dozen rockets condensed by flames flew towards Zhao Feng. Seeing this scene, Zhao Feng was not surprised but pleased.

What he likes to deal with most is these spells, because this is the cornerstone of his strength!

Flashing red mans fists toward the rocket, killing blood instantly devour it, into a pure fire aura, tempering Zhao Feng's true yuan.

"Fool, I have to see how hard your fists are."

No matter how to say, the red flame arrow is shaped like an arrow. Even if it is not sharp, it is more than enough to pierce a person's fist.

Tian Haoran doesn't care what a red flame arrow can do to Zhao Feng. In his opinion, Zhao Feng is also an immortal after all. There is real yuan in his body.

It's no skill to press down a red flame arrow.

However, the next situation completely exceeded his expectation. Zhao Feng was hiding and fighting. He had more than ten red flaming arrows, and even Zhao Feng's hair was not burned.

"Well! I have some skills. Now I'll kneel down and beg for mercy, and then I'll hand over the beauty around you. Maybe I'll let you go, or you'll die today. "

Tian Haoran said as he took out a yellow charm from his pocket.

At the moment when the charm appeared, a faint sense of crisis came from Zhao Feng's heart.

"What is this?"

"Well! Don't think it's amazing to take my ChiYan arrow. I'm a fu master! As long as I use the real yuan to activate, the magic will appear. I'll see how much spiritual power you have to consume with me. "Zhao Feng only saw a flash of the Yellow charm on Tian Haoran's hand, and then a fireball with a diameter of more than one meter appeared and hit him.

Zhao Feng was surprised. He couldn't stop it with bloodkilling. Before bloodkilling devoured it, it was estimated that the flame would burn him to death.

"The water is broken."

The ice blue dragon appears from the foot of Zhao Feng, directly pours on the fireball, instantly puts it out, and flies toward Tian Haoran.

At the moment when he saw the water dragon, Tian Haoran knew that it was not good. He hurriedly took out a charm from his pocket.

A layer of shimmering light curtain blocked the water dragon. With a click, the light curtain cracked a grain, and then a sound like breaking glass sounded.

The light curtain dissipated in the air with the water dragon.

Seeing this scene, the expression on Zhao Feng's face became cautious. He could see that Tian Haoran had the highest cultivation of Qi, but his fighting ability was not strong.

But the charms he took out were very difficult. If he had enough charms, I'm afraid there would be a bad battle today.

"Asshole, do you know how hard it is to draw an amulet? Garbage like you even consumes my life-saving things. Why do you fight back? Just stand there and let me kill you. "

Listen to Tian Haoran's heresy, Zhao Feng really doesn't want to argue at all, because this is not a normal person.

Can normal people say that? There is a generation gap between the two.

"Wei Ying, let's go. I've written down today's incident, and I'll get something back in the future."

Zhao Feng doesn't have many real yuan in his body. He can send out a water dragon at most. Now he is still on the other side's territory. Zhao Feng doesn't want to fight for a life and death with him.

Seeing Zhao Feng's leaving back, Tian Haoran's face flashed a sinister look and picked up a charm. Just as he was about to step forward, he was held by Duanyan.

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