"Oh, Mr. Han, she doesn't even want to, so why are you picking up tattered shoes and wearing them! Besides, you have a noble status, and you can't destroy the fairness of the battle just for tattered shoes! -"
Bao Fei Youyou spoke, with undisguised jealousy on her face.
Han Feiren raised his eyebrows, shook his head, and said, "Haha, that's right, then I won't care, you continue."
Bao Fei felt relieved.
To be honest, when Nan Xiao rejected Han Feiren just now, she was relieved.
He was from a lowly background and was still a beggar.
Dumb gourd, poor qualifications.
Apart from not being ugly, it can be said that he has no merits.
But even so, Yu Tan, Master Qingxuan, and the young and old couple from Chuandaoya also liked her.
How could she be loved by so many people despite her humble background?
Thinking of this, Bao Fei's anger arose again.
"Haha, then you continue the fight. Young Master Han and I will never interfere."
Jia Si took Han Feiren and flew up to the 20-meter-high platform, signaling Nan Xiao and Bao Fei to continue.
The moon is high in the sky, the night wind is blowing slowly, and the freshness of the vegetation overwhelms the smell of the earth.
Bao Fei's divine pattern did not dissipate after piercing Nan Xiao's left calf, and was still embedded in the flesh and blood.
Even though Nan Xiao used his vitality to seal the wound, he still continued to bleed.
A trace of anger flashed in Nan Xiao's calm eyes.
She had never fought against a cultivator before and was inexperienced, so she suffered a loss before.
But now, Nan Xiao is a little excited.
After gently shaking the vitality, and feeling the intensity of the divine pattern between flesh and blood, Nan Xiao's restless heart calmed down.
You can still win!
Nan Xiao, whose calf was pinned to the ground by the divine pattern, did not panic at this time.
On her face, there was not even a hint of pain.
It was obvious that blood was still dripping from his calf, and people around him were still mocking and obscene from time to time, but Nan Xiao did not lose his cool.
"You can really endure it. No wonder you have endured so many people to death. Your useless brother Holy Body, old good-for-nothing Lin Xiao, and Elder Lu must have been cold for a long time. The old woman on the cliff of the sea of bitterness and her Husband... Hey! But you still know the importance and didn't use your dirty body to beg for Mr. Han's mercy..."
Seeing that Nan Xiao didn't show any despair, Bao Fei started to mock again.
"What?! His brother is the Holy Body?!" Jas exclaimed.
As an immortal seedling, he knows better than anyone how important physical fitness is to spiritual practice.
Jasi's master once warned him not to get carried away just because his physique is still suitable for practice.
You must know that there are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the world.
The seemingly vast Qingya Paradise is actually just a small sect at the southernmost tip of the Yuhua Divine Dynasty, which is not even comparable to the third-rate forces in Zhongzhou.
As for those transcendent ancient aristocratic families and famous holy places, no matter how many servants come out, Qingya Blessed Land cannot compete with them.
What's more, the direct descendants of those major sects have excellent inheritance qualifications and have practiced holy scriptures. What's more, some people directly practice the emperor scriptures!
As long as they flick their fingers, they can turn Qingya Blessed Land into ruins.
At that time, Jas was still not convinced and felt that he, who could release the divine power of the sea of suffering at high frequency, was no worse than those people.
But after the arrival of Cheng, a girl with a wood-attribute spiritual root, Jas realized the reality.
No matter in terms of cultivation or combat power, he is no match for the young girl Cheng.
He practiced hard for fifteen years before he was able to build the divine bridge.
It only took the girl Cheng ten years to reach the other side. She was given the surname Qing by the Qingya Blessed Land, and her status was no less than that of the elders.
What frustrates Jas the most is that the master also told him that in this world, cultivators with spiritual roots are not very rare.
The truly powerful physiques are remembered in history by future generations after the brilliant achievements of their ancestors.
For example, the feathered body, the celestial demon body, the light body, the barbarian fighting body, the human king body, the innate Tao embryo, and even the chaotic body that has only appeared in legends, etc.
Brother Nan Xiao's holy bodies are undoubtedly the most dazzling ones, and they are unparalleled in an absolute sense.
Seeing that the always calm and calm Xian Miao Jia Si was so out of character, Han Feiren touched the jade flute on his waist, lowered his eyes, and patiently explained to him: "Jia Si, you are behind the times. Even I know that his brother is dead. . It’s a pity that the pretty little girl below has a very poor constitution and is not suitable for practice. I heard from my grandfather that he went to check on her in Cave Heaven Paradise in Shu Dao, Guangzhou, Dachu, and Yandi. She had a weak constitution, hoping to find out, but nothing happened. Later, she was left to fend for herself. However, this little girl was also tough, and she actually walked through 10,000 steps of the Shu Road to get here. With such a strong will, if the little girl If you can practice it, it will definitely be great.”
"Master Han's words are wrong. No matter how strong this girl's will is, what can she do? She comes from a poor family and is weak in constitution. She is not worthy of your admiration. Moreover, I seriously doubt that this cheap girl is the lone star of the evil god. My brother and those old men were all beaten to death..."
Before Bao Fei finished speaking, she met Nan Xiao's cold gaze.
The phoenix eyes were clear and sparkling, showing a little amorous feelings, but more of a cold murderous intention.
"You are still looking at me with such disgusting eyes!"
Bao Fei was furious, and a green rope emerged from the sea of suffering under her navel in her hand. It was the Qian Qingsuo given to her by her brother Bao Wan.
Holding Qian Qingsuo in his hand, and dozens of green divine lines whistling, he headed straight for Nan Xiao.
Under the eyes of everyone exclaiming, Nan Xiao took a deep breath, and the muscles in the leg wound immediately relaxed.
Grasping the divine pattern with one hand, his legs were the most flexible. Using the half-inch thick divine pattern as a rope, Nan Xiao climbed up like an ape.
The distance was already very close, and because Bao Fei released too many divine patterns, his accuracy deteriorated, so he was caught off guard by Nan Xiao.
"Bang!"
He raised his intact right leg high and hit Bao Fei hard on the abdomen.
And Nan Xiao was able to change his posture. After taking a step forward, he stretched his pierced right leg to the side of Bao Fei's head, like a dragon wagging its tail, and swept Bao Fei, who was about to lose his balance, to the ground.
Nan Xiao stood on the ground and looked down at Bao Fei, who was stunned. She raised her foot and kicked Bao Fei hard. At the same time, she did not forget to say: "What a coincidence, I am also waiting for the opportunity!"
The familiar sentence was really ironic to Bao Fei.
The green divine pattern was dyed red by the blood, but Nan Xiao's breathing was steady and she didn't seem to be in pain.
The vitality gushing out from the toes was powerful and violent, each foot heavier than the other.
"Ahem! Ahem!"
Bao Fei's mouth was bleeding, the sea of bitterness was shaking, and the life spring that he had finally extracted stopped flowing.
The divine pattern that had previously penetrated Nan Xiao's left calf became weak and completely dissipated.
"No, you can't do this, don't kill me, don't cripple me, please!"
Bao Fei repeatedly begged for mercy, fearing that Nan Xiao would break the foundation of her spiritual practice before it was firmly established.
"No! You can't do this! My brother will not let you go!"
Nan Xiao's face was expressionless, and her vitality flowed along her toes, like ocean waves, constantly hitting Bao Fei's stomach.
After confirming that Bao Fei's Sea of Misery could not be opened for the time being, Nan Xiao knelt down and took out all the forty-two bottles of Baicao Liquid from Bao Fei's arms.
Plus my own three bottles, it probably won’t be enough.
But don't panic.
Nan Xiao punched Bao Fei's wheel sea again, condescendingly, as proud as the snow on the Tianshan Mountains, and said in a cold voice: "Bao Fei, hand over all the weapons of the sea of suffering that you and your servants have, and I promise to spare you today." Life."
