"Bang!" The green juice hit him firmly in the face. Because of the dark energy contained in it, it not only spilled the juice on his face, but also directly smashed his head.
"Hiss!" Ai Feng bared his teeth and gasped, it hurts!
He is already a sixth-level Xuanyuan master, and ordinary attacks cannot cause harm to him at all.
The other party can hit him with a random glass of juice, which shows that the other party is not weak! He couldn't believe that such a young genius could appear in such a wild place
"Boss, are you okay?" Someone next to him suddenly asked Ai Feng with concern.
Yun Qingyan chuckled, boss? These guys are acting like modern gangsters!
Ai Feng's face was twisted. Although he was a little worried about Yun Qingyan's strength, he knew that he couldn't give in now.
"Damn it! I was attacked by a sneak attack and didn't dodge! Give them some color!"
Xiong Wuling and others had already stood up, standing on Ai Yue's left and right, looking at the people confronting them with eager eyes, their star energy surging out, and their expressions were unkind.
Ai Yue said anxiously, "Ai Feng, didn't I tell you that if you want to cause trouble and come to me, don't involve my friends?!"
Xiong Wuling patted Ai Yue on the shoulder, "If you regard us as friends, you shouldn't refuse our help now."
"That's right." Yun Qingyan smiled and moved her fingers, "I've been called Senior Sister Tian by you for so many times, I can't let you call me Sister Tian in vain, right
Besides, didn't this guy want to give us some color? I'd like to see what color he has. "
"What nonsense-" Ai Feng was still mouthing more than one word, when a figure flew past in front of his eyes, and then he felt a pain on the bridge of his nose.
"Ouch!"
Bright red blood splashed out, accompanied by a clear female voice.
"This red is nice."
Immediately afterwards—
"Ah!" A scream came out.
Yun Qingyan let go of her hand, looked at Ai Feng's blue eyes, and shook her head, "This blue color is not good, it is not pure enough."
Immediately afterwards, another punch fell!
The people next to Ai Feng reacted immediately and rushed towards Yun Qingyan. Because Ai Feng was still in Yun Qingyan's hands, they did not dare to use powerful Yuan skills and only dared to pull away with their hands.
Xiong Wuling and the others looked at each other and quickly stepped forward to fight with them.
Only then did the young men brought by Ai Feng realize that the cultivation levels of these people from the wilderness of the north were not much worse than theirs. The very tall woman carrying a heavy sword actually also had a profound level of cultivation.
However, except for Yun Qingyan's side, which was a one-sided and unilateral abuse, Xiong Wuling's side was having a hard time. The opponents were generally stronger than them, and there were even several Xuan-level men. If they hadn't cooperated with each other tacitly, they would have lost. .
Yun Qingyan was just about to free up her hands to help them, but her eyes glanced at Ji Siwen, who was leisurely staying away from the incident, "Ji Siwen, why don't you help me quickly."
"They are too weak and it's boring to fight." Ji Siwen complained, but he still stood up from his seat and defeated those guys in three strokes.
Yun Qingyan also called it a day. Ji Siwen walked slowly to her side and asked in confusion, "Why did it take you so long to deal with such a weakling?"
Ai Feng, who was in so much pain that he could only roll on the ground and was called a weakling, had a face that was distorted into something different from a human being.
But now his face is neither distorted nor human.
Yun Qingyan glanced at Ji Siwen lazily, "What do you know? Art creation always takes some time."
(End of chapter)