Nangong Yu hadn't spoken yet, but the white tiger on the side had already sneered and said, "The Academy of Divine Medicine has always been known for its fairness, strictness, and excellence. When did it actually engage in fraudulent activities? It wouldn't be someone who used the name of the Academy of Divine Medicine No, are you doing something wrong? If this gets out, I don’t know who will end up in a miserable end?”
"You...you are talking nonsense!" Elder Cheng's face turned blue and white, as if he had been poked into a sore spot, and said angrily, "Little Huangkou, what are you, you dare to talk to me like that. I want you to die now No burial place."
As soon as he finished speaking, he soared into the air, and an ice arrow appeared in his hand, and shot straight at the white tiger.
He used the strength of disputes in this arrow, not to mention a martial artist in the Jindan stage, even a Nascent Soul might not be able to dodge it.
Baihu's face was serious, and he was about to sacrifice his magic weapon to resist.
In a blink of an eye, Nangong Yu's figure appeared in front of him, and his slender jade-like hands gently stretched out, grabbing the flying ice arrow as if lightly.
Elder Cheng's eyes widened suddenly, watching helplessly that the ice arrow he had shot with 90% power, the ice crystal that could make all Nascent Soul stage warriors tremble, was shattered inch by inch in Nangong Yu's hands, turning into powder.
Nangong Yu, isn't he only a few years into the Nascent Soul stage? How can it be? How could it be so powerful
Elder Cheng swallowed his saliva, and said in a deep voice: "Nangong Yu, if you really want to protect that Xi Yue, I can also give you face. As long as Xi Yue calls out that little dragon and that little girl, the rest Spirit pet, I don't have to. Let's take a step back, what do you think?"
When Elder Cheng caught a few pets, he already discovered that the little devil dragon should actually be transformed into a golden flying dragon, and that little girl is the incarnation of a nine-tailed silver fox. God-level Warcraft.
He had to get it anyway.
As for the pink piglet and the ugly calf, he still hasn't figured out what breed they are. So I don't care too much.
Nangong Yu smiled lightly, and suddenly a ball of thunder appeared in his palm. Following his movement of fingers, the ball kept getting bigger and smaller, and made a crackling sound.
He fiddled with the thunderball for a while, then shook his head and sighed: "People say that people are knives and I am fish, and fish should be more peaceful and obedient. But you have already become fish, why are you so ignorant of yourself?"
"Presumptuous!" Elder Cheng was finally completely irritated by Nangong Yu's arrogant attitude, "Nangong Yu, don't toast and eat fine wine! We are two Nascent Soul stage warriors here, don't you think you are the only one? Can you compete with us?"
"Who is drinking fine wine, don't you know it by looking at it? What's the point of talking so much nonsense?"
Nangong Yu sneered, and he jumped into the air, throwing the thunder ball in the direction of the two of them.
Of course Feng Yunjing and Elder Cheng didn't pay attention to a mere thunderball.
Feng Yunjing transformed into a defensive magic shield and slammed into the thunder ball.
Hearing the sound of "哗啦", Feng Yunjing only felt a piercing pain in his hand, and then the magic shield that was still blocking his eyes disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.
Crackling—!
The roaring thunder struck Feng Yunjing without any hindrance, his whole body twitched uncontrollably, his hair stood up one by one, his clothes and flesh were scorched black, his eyes even turned white and trembled.