Nangong Yuhuan ignored his own fear, let go of the rabbit in his arms, and supported Yunxiang instead.
Sesame also got into Yunxiang's arms and used her ears to massage her chest to smooth her breathing.
Feng Xingying glanced at Yunxiang helplessly: "How many more of these seeds are there? Let me see."
Yun Xiang picked up a large bag of seeds and said, "Master said I don't have enough spiritual power and can only ripen a handful at a time."
However, Feng Xingying reached out and collected her large bag of seeds: "This spiritual power is not allowed to be used in the future! Otherwise, don't call me miss."
"Oh." Yunxiang bowed her head in grievance and admitted her mistake, but she clearly solved the pursuer for the young lady, so why did she still have to be lectured? !
Nangong Yuhuan gratefully helped Yunxiang calm down, but he didn't dare to speak for her.
Seeing the two women's aggrieved expressions on their faces, Feng Xingying laughed helplessly:
"Why do you think your great spiritual master is so powerful? Didn't your master tell you when he gave you these seeds that using them would deplete your source of life?"
"Master reminded me that it can only be used at the most critical moment." Yunxiang responded in a low voice.
The master is so handsome, even when he is teaching her a lesson, he is so handsome, so happy.
This time, even Nangong Yuhuan felt Yunxiang's happiness, and she even felt a little envious of Yunxiang.
As a princess, the only people who really cared about her were her mother-in-law who died when she was a child, and then Aunt Feng, and now Aunt Feng is also dead.
Feng Xingying rolled his eyes at Yunxiang angrily: "So you think I need you to risk your life to save these shrimp soldiers and crab generals?"
Feng Xingying lost his temper and glanced coldly at the people chasing behind him. As soon as he made a move, it was like a huge rain of fire.
Under the rain of fire, spiritual beings and spiritual masters died directly, and even the great spiritual master had to make an emergency landing to escape.
The only ones who could still pursue Feng Xingying were four Xuanling masters.
But these four people were equally unsure.
Feng Xingying's power is indeed like a mountain standing tall.
They didn't dare to take action, so they shouted instead:
"Feng Xingying, you killed our crown prince and took away the crown princess. Do you think you can escape? Do you think Dali Kingdom dares to accept you?"
"How will you know if you don't try?" Feng Xingying curled his lips.
Nangong Yuhuan suddenly straightened up, stood next to Feng Xingying, and bravely spoke for her:
"It's true that I used to be your Crown Princess, but the Crown Prince is dead. I accepted this girl's life-saving grace and have recognized her as my master. There is no Crown Princess Nangong Yuhuan here, only a little maid."
Feng Xingying also didn't expect that Nangong Yuhuan, a dignified princess, would say such words.
In other words, it is her freedom.
With Nangong Yuhuan's far-fetched explanation, at least in terms of the word "reason", Feng Xingying would not suffer.
"But, this kind of thing is not your decision." The four leaders did not accept Nangong Yuhuan's words.
However, Feng Xingying held the bright red Xihuang Sword high high in an arrogant manner, and the firebird roared and flew out from the tip of the sword, streaking a stream of light in the sky, rolling towards the man.
The fire flashed, penetrated from his chest, and then disappeared.
As for the Xuanling Master, he could no longer utter another sentence. He was actually killed by Feng Xingying's move.
Looking at his burnt body, the other three no longer had the courage to pursue him.
Only then did Feng Xingying's cold voice reach their ears: "She is mine now. I am stronger than you. I can do whatever I want. If you don't accept it, why bother talking nonsense? Just come and fight!"
This is the principle that Tianyu Kingdom has always adhered to: respecting the strong, and Feng Xingying understood it well.