I Came From The Mortal World

Chapter 407: pressing step by step

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The two of them were already in a turmoil, but Yaoyue Sanren looked at it like this, just like adding fuel to the fire.

The two snorted coldly in unison, and Yaoyue Sanren hurriedly turned his gaze away, secretly called Tricky, and said loudly, "Mr. Jiang, King Feng Jian are both gentlemen in this world. They are role models for my generation. Why do you have to make troubles? Please follow the agreement and send the odd one out." The demon handed over."

Xu Yidao, "My good intentions, why do you have to be malicious, I'm just worried for you, if I take out the strange monster, King Feng Jian and Chief Jiang make a sudden move, what should you do, why don't you do this?" Wicked man, just ask for your honor."

"Your Excellency, why bother!"

Yaoyue Sanren's voice was much quieter, and it was clear that he was going with the flow.

Now that the matter has come to this point, how dare he take risks, if Feng Xifeng, the second master of the Jiang family, has malicious intentions, what can he do

If the evil star in front of me makes a stir, it will be a good thing if he can freeze the opponent with words.

Xu Yidao, "King Feng Jian, Chief Jiang, may I ask you two, are you still thinking about strange monsters at this moment? You two are invincible in magic skills. If you really want to make a move, no one else can stop you. I believe you two must be true to your word and take care of yourself." Person of identity!"

Ever since he was introduced into the pit by Xu Yi, Feng Xifeng's heart was in a mess and his hatred was like a sea.

Right now, the field was full of chaotic battles, and Feng Xifeng felt that the same battle between heaven and man was deep in his heart. He wanted to calm down and rush into the giant waterfall to capture the strange monster, but at the same time he was worried that he would provoke the old thief of the Wen family to attack.

When the heart was in a mess and the pain was unbearable, the winner of the chaotic battle was decided, and Feng Xifeng became more and more entangled.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, that damned little thief poked his own scar again.

"What do you mean by this? I would like to know, if you are lingering and refusing to hand over the strange monster, do you have any other intentions?"

Such a good Feng Jianwang, after all, he has mastered the way of swordsmanship, and can turn offense into defense in critical moments.

Just as Xu Yi predicted that Feng Jianwang was determined to win, Feng Xifeng also understood that this little thief would not give up on that strange monster.

Sure enough, as soon as this question came out, Yaoyue Sanren immediately drew his attention away, and glared at Xu Yidao, "Please also ask your lord to hand over the strange monster. It is safe or dangerous, and you have the protection of your own despicable faction, so you don't need to worry about it."

Xu Yidao, "If you listen to a certain word again, it will be a success or a failure, and a certain one will definitely not talk nonsense."

Yaoyue Sanren said coldly, "Speak quickly."

Xu Yi suddenly smiled at Feng Xifeng, the smile sent chills down the latter's spine, "Why does King Feng Jian sow discord, I can swear to Tianmeng that if a certain pair of strange monsters still has the intention of seizing, then the reputation of Wuji Temple will be discredited. I don't know if King Feng Jian dares to swear in the name of respecting his master like a certain person."

"Toxic, too poisonous!"

The second master of the Jiang family clicked his tongue secretly, for many years, he has never seen such a person, he is cruel to the enemy, and even more cruel to himself, what a genius Feng Xifeng is, when he meets this person, he shrinks everywhere.

Feng Xifeng's heart was broken, and he even began to doubt his own judgment. Either the scar-faced kid in front of him was crazy, or he was crazy.

"Why, King Feng Jian dare not!"

Xu Yi pressed on every step of the way.

"Bold!"

Feng Xifeng's entourage, a young man in brocade clothes, stood up to protect the Lord, "How noble is my master's teacher, how can he swear by him, children don't know the dignity, how dare they slander..."

Before he finished speaking, a terrifying air dragon struck, scaring the young man in brocade clothes to shut up hurriedly, Feng Xifeng's Shenyi sword was about to flash, but the air dragon disappeared out of thin air.

Xu Yi folded his arms and said coldly, "I'm talking to your master, how could you, a slave, interrupt me, King Feng Jian is really a good tutor!"

"Back off!"

Feng Xifeng snorted coldly, and the young man in Jinfu retreated hastily.

As proud as Feng Xifeng, when does he need the protection of his servants.

Feeling ashamed and angry, Feng Xifeng stared at Xu Yi, and said word by word, "Qiyao, my Zhanzong is about to be settled, Yaoyue, please make an offer!"

After much deliberation, Feng Xifeng realized that he was forced into a dead end by this damned little thief.

Who am I, I am Feng Xifeng, the majestic Great Yue Sword King!

Together with arrogance, Feng Xifeng was in high spirits.

Yaoyue Sanren was terrified, and said in a surprised voice, "What is Feng Jianwang's intention, could it be that he wants to snatch it!"

Feng Xifeng was neither surprised nor happy, and said indifferently, "Isn't that clear enough, Yaoyue's asking price is it!"

"Aha, who is this bold, Yaoyue boy, the old man has made the decision for you, Zhanzong has always been wealthy, why do you shrink back and forth, and the price is 30 million gold!"

A person came from the sky, let out a long roar, and the sound shook the whole field, who is it if it is not the ancestor of the Wen family who has always been watching from the sidelines.

Feng Xifeng reneged on his promise to enrich himself, so the constraints of the ancestors of the Wen family were naturally gone.

Yaoyue Sanren complained incessantly, refusing tigers at the front door and welcoming wolves at the back door, a hard work, who are they busy with

"My lord, why worry? How can I be easily provoked for three days? Don't forget, Master is about to leave the retreat. If someone wants to try Master's three-year retreat, why should you and I bother to stop him?"

A burly man dressed in black took a step forward and said in a loud voice, "Wen Zu made a good suggestion. Since King Feng Jian is so heroic, the first one should be regarded as the beauty of an adult. The price is 30 million gold!"

This person is the master disciple who taught Qianjizi for the last three days, and with the backing of the ancestor of Senshun, his spirit is not comparable to that of Yaoyue Sanren.

"Noisy!"

The silver light of the Divine Will sword flashed continuously, before the big man in black clothes reacted in time, the top-quality cassock was instantly shattered, and his whole body was not covered with a single strand of hair, but his naked body was unscathed.

"oops!"

The big man in black screamed wildly, and called out his clothes from the Sumeru Ring, just as he was about to add his body, the silver light flashed again, and there were fragments left in his hands.

The big man in black clothes was frightened and angry. Facing the pointing female cultivator, he was so ashamed that he hurriedly withdrew from the formation, not daring to show up again.

"What does King Feng Jian mean by this!"

Yaoyue Sanren's face was as black as coal.

After all, the big man in black is the head teacher, and he suffered such a shame and humiliation under the eyes of everyone. If he retreats again, he will lose face for three days.

"What do you mean, what do you mean, quickly make a price!"

Feng Jianwang raised his eyebrows lightly, but he didn't look him straight.

"What's the price? As my junior brother said, the price is 30 million gold! If King Feng Jian is willing to go out, it will be ceded by the contemptible sect."

Yaoyue Sanren's anger was finally aroused.

"Since it's shameless to give face, Feng won't give this face!"

After speaking softly, King Feng Jian clasped his palms together, and the Divine Will sword slashed at Xu Yi without warning.

Xu Yi's figure flashed with lightning, but he was not as fast as the sword light after all. He was struck directly by the silver light, his shoulders suddenly opened, and half of his shoulder blades split open.

Xu Yi sneered, but he didn't seem to care, "Yaoyue Scatterers, follow me into the waterfall, capture the strange monster, and invite your sect to guard the door, and don't let outsiders take advantage of it."

Ever since he received the strongest blow from Feng Jianwang last time, Xu Yi has long realized that Tie Jing has a great adsorption effect on the Divine Will Sword, which is also forged by iron precision. In his hand, at this moment, King Feng Jian made a sudden attack. Although the attack was fierce, it was difficult to cause fatal injuries to him.

Yaoyue Sanren made a big move with his big hand, and said angrily, "All disciples obey the order, I will enter later, and you all form an array outside, guard the door, and anyone who dares to enter indiscriminately will be killed."