Listening to the buzzing discussion, the eight sisters were so angry that their faces turned pale. Unfortunately, they could not refute. Facts speak louder than words. The five sisters came together and used the magic weapon five times in a row, but they were all blocked by the demon bird. .
Even if none of the demonic birds were injured, it was expected to start in half an hour, but it didn't last even three minutes.
Aren't others allowed to complain?
"Okay, hurry up and form a formation, be careful of these monster birds chasing after you. Sisters-in-law, the energy in the cauldron is exhausted. If they are attacked by them, it will be over!" Di Cheng advised, urging the tribe to form the Xingtian Fusion as soon as possible. Step forward to stop the twenty-one demonic birds.
Di Cheng originally meant what he said, but it sounded different in the ears of the Eighth Sisters, who thought that he was complaining about the Eighth Sisters and was not helping.
They didn't get the time to have a full meal, but instead they were a drag on them, requiring them to allocate their energy to protect them.
The pouty Lao Gao Lao Gao originally wanted to retort a few words, but Feng Ling'er glared at them.
Five people who had exhausted their energy sat cross-legged on the top of the flagpole. The other three people stood outside and surrounded them, holding fairy weapons in their hands, guarding against sneak attacks by demonic birds.
The five sisters looked at each other. Although they were unwilling to do so, they sat on the ground and calmed down. They also knew that the demon birds could no longer be as afraid of fairy weapons as before. After all, they had already found a way to deal with the phoenix magic.
"Sister, the demon bird has found a way to deal with the immortal weapon. Then we won't be able to go out to find heavenly materials and earthly treasures in the future?" Jin Hairpin asked worriedly.
"Are you still looking for treasures from heaven and earth? It's up to you whether you can save your life in the future!" Yinhuo'er looked at the claw that was as red as blood, feeling entangled with love and hate in her heart. She wanted to throw it away in anger, but when she thought of her previous majestic history, And reluctant to throw it away.
"What are you talking about? As long as you have an immortal weapon in your hand, which demon bird dares to get close?" Feng Ling'er retorted, signaling the four of them to have a good rest and recover as soon as possible, so as not to drag down the Beidi team.
One by one, they quickly swallowed the golden mushrooms, practiced their skills carefully, and replenished the energy liquid in the cauldron. Feng Ling'er lay depressed on the top of the flagpole, lowered his head and looked down, and saw Zhen Xiaoyao like a normal person, holding the Purple Yuan Bone Pattern and concentrating on practicing the Purple Yuan Magic.
Feng Ling'er suddenly remembered that Zhen Xiaoyao used the Purple Mandarin Claw Magic to slap his butt before. At that time, he didn't eat the treasures of heaven and earth or the flesh and blood of demon birds, and he didn't need to brew for two or three times before he could succeed like before when he dealt with Shi Yaoyue. .
With just a wave of his hand, the Purple Mandarin Claw Detection Technique fell on him, and it was neither light nor heavy, and he was very precise.
You must know that the Purple Yuan's Claw Detection Technique is a top-notch killing move. A slight mistake can smash a hundred-meter giant tree to pieces.
But Zhen Xiaoyao used it very casually, just like eating and bathing - could it be that this guy was immersed in training every day, not listening to what was going on outside the window, and only focused on cultivating the Purple Yuan Magic? He actually mastered it in just ten days Successfully practiced the Purple Yuan Magic!
This is an unprecedented cultivation genius. If I ask him to teach me the Purple Mandarin Magic - by the way, I use the Peacock Sacred Technique to activate the fairy weapon, and the phoenix fairy claws produced can deal with the four-headed divine birds of purple, white, gold and blue. , or the eight sacred birds join forces.
If Zhen Xiaoyao uses the Purple Yuan Magic to activate the fairy weapon, wouldn't its power be doubled? Can he defeat the Four Gods and Eight Saints?
If I guessed correctly, then as long as Zhen Xiaoyao, a cultivation genius, is around, won't the eight sisters still be able to sit back and relax?
Feng Ling'er was about to ask Zhen Xiaoyao loudly if he had really succeeded in practicing the Purple Yuan Magic, but just as he was about to speak, he thought that there were monster birds around here. If they heard it, they would show their cards to attack in the future. It doesn't work when it's time.
You have to go down there and ask him quietly about this kind of thing. With his low-key character, even if he knows the Purple Yuan Magic, he will probably deny it.
Feng Ling'er forgot that the energy in his cauldron had been exhausted, and secretly flew down along the flagpole. He stepped on the air and couldn't fly, so he fell straight down.
Listening to the wind in his ears getting louder and louder, Feng Ling'er finally became anxious and shouted anxiously: "Brother Xiaoyao, help!" The four sisters on the top of the flagpole heard Feng Ling'er's cry for help and opened their eyes suddenly. There was no sign of Feng Ling'er anywhere around.
An unpleasant thought arose in my mind, wondering if the wind chime might have fallen? Lying on the top of the flagpole and looking down, I saw Feng Ling'er crying and screaming beside the flagpole with her teeth and claws open. She was so frightened that her face turned pale and she even burst into tears.
The four sisters also knew that only Zhen Xiaoyao could save her, so they shouted loudly: "Brother Xiaoyao, wake up, Feng Ling'er accidentally rolled down, catch her quickly!"
"The energy in her cauldron has been exhausted. If she falls, she will be turned into flesh!" Ye Congwen holds the Purple Yuan Bone Mark in his hand and is pretending to practice the Purple Yuan Magic Technique that he has already mastered. The purpose is just not to interfere with the Eighth Sisters' affairs.
Now the switching formation method has been taught to ten teams. As long as they are not hot-headed and want to fight to the death with the demon bird, with their running speed, the possibility of Shi Xiuxiu and the three of them catching up with him is zero.
Wouldn't it be nice to hide behind the Beidi team or other teams and practice the Golden Ring Body Binding Technique with peace of mind?
Who knows, people are not as good as God. The old girl Feng Ling'er is so crazy that she dares to jump down when the energy of the cauldron is exhausted. If I still pretend to be stupid, how can I follow her if she falls into a pulp? Grandpa's military advisor explained?
He stuffed the Purple Mandarin Bone Pattern into his pocket and hurriedly reached out to catch the wind chime. Falling from a height of 100 meters, if it were someone of Shi Yaoyue's size, I'm afraid he would have to resort to some tricks.
Feng Ling'er, who was as skinny as firewood and weighed only seventy or eighty pounds, spread his arms and legs like a kite and was almost blown away by the wind.
He caught Feng Ling'er in his hand with a gentle grab, and asked puzzledly: "Why did you commit suicide by jumping off a cliff?"
"Who committed suicide by jumping off a cliff? I wanted to come down to talk to you, but suddenly I forgot that the energy in the cauldron was exhausted and I couldn't fly in the air, so I fell down." Feng Ling'er hugged Ye Congwen's arm tightly and said Don't let go of anything. The Beidi team is running so fast. If you let go and fall to the ground and have the sisters come to save you, it will damage the image of the eldest sister.
"Oh, that's it. I thought you didn't fulfill your promise and you were so ashamed that you wanted to die to apologize."
"Hmph! I'm not related to the Beidi team. It's a favor to help them, and it's my duty not to help them. If you win, just hold on a little longer. If you don't win, stop the loss in time. What's my fault? My responsibility I'm helping you protect the demon exorcism flag. I don't owe them anything. If you hadn't asked us sisters to help them, would I have risked my life to fight the twenty-one demon birds?"
"Can you blame me? It's the lesser of two harms. If you hadn't been hot-headed and come up with random ideas, why would I have let you go? Think about it for yourself. The demon bird has long found a way to deal with the fairy weapon. If we were You eight sisters were besieged by demonic birds on the way to find treasures of heaven and earth. Are you eight sisters still alive?" Ye Congwen heard Feng Ling'er attribute the cause to himself and retorted without thinking.
Feng Ling'er was stunned. It seemed to be the truth. If she hadn't talked too much, Di Cheng wouldn't have beaten the snake and followed the stick and relied on us eight sisters.
However, it was impossible for the little fairy to admit her mistake, especially in front of an unattractive man like Zhen Xiaoyao. He made a face at Zhen Xiaoyao, stuck out his tongue, and immediately changed the subject: "Brother Xiaoyao, I seemed to have seen you practicing the Purple Yuan Magic Technique just now. After so long, you still have the Purple Yuan Detection Claw Magic Technique. Haven’t you learned?”
"What do you mean you haven't learned it yet? The Purple Yuan Magic is profound, complicated, and unpredictable. How can you master it in just a few decades?" Ye Congwen knew that these eight sisters were all knives, and he turned around when he saw the situation was not going well. As for him, he didn't bother to argue with Fengling'er.
"Hehe, it will take decades for those of us with the holy bloodline to learn it. Could it be that you, the peerless geniuses with the immortal bloodline, practice the Purple Yuan Magic just like us?"
"Immortal Bloodline? Who is the Immortal Bloodline?" Ye Congwen asked in confusion.
"Brother Xiaoyao, you are so boring! You are pretending to be stupid with sister Ling'er." Feng Ling'er still lay on Zhen Xiaoyao's back, put her head to his ear and whispered: "Brother Xiaoyao, don't worry, your father is Prince of the Southern Barbarian Royal Family, I have never told anyone else that your mother is the direct princess of the Xuanyuan Royal Family. Even the seven sisters who play best with me, I have not revealed a word. You still can't believe me?" Ye Congwen He suddenly slowed down and almost threw the seven sisters off the top of the flagpole. After the seven sisters finished complaining, they asked in confusion: "Where did you hear that?"
"For such an obvious thing, with my intelligence as Feng Ling'er, do I still need to listen to other people's opinions? If you know the Golden Body Technique, that proves that you are a direct descendant of the Southern Barbarian Royal Family, but if you don't object to me calling Di Cheng a barbarian, that proves You grew up in our Daxia. You stayed in Daxia to practice instead of going to such a good cultivation holy place as the Nanman Imperial Palace. And your father did not object. That proves that the place where you practice in Daxia is no better than The Nanman Palace is worse. In the entire Daxia Dynasty, the only holy places of cultivation that can rival the Nanman Palace are the Taoist Ancestral Court, the Buddhist Relic Pagoda, and the Xuanyuan Palace. Taoism has not had a saint for hundreds of years, and Buddhism is all about monks. Count them all The only one we can go to is the Xuanyuan Palace. Brother Xiaoyao, you are too low-key. The owner of the Immortal Bloodline actually used a Bifang Holy Technique to deceive others." Feng Ling'er quietly said his speculation, with a proud look on his face. Looking at Ye Congwen calmly, silence is acquiescence, and arguing is sophistry.
A direct princess of the Xuanyuan royal family and a direct prince of the Nanman royal family. The prince had an affair with the princess and gave birth to a son of immortal blood?
How big of a brain does this person have to come up with such a vulgar drama? It would be a waste of talent for Feng Linger not to write dramas.
Ye Congwen pondered for a moment, and when he saw Feng Ling'er showing a proud smile, he simply followed her train of thought: "What's the use of having immortal blood? Grandma doesn't love what uncle doesn't love, and neither party wants to give it to Tian Jie." Immortal magic training, if I don’t practice the Bi Fang Holy Technique, is it possible that I don’t practice anything else?”
