Chapter 403: Sesame oil 5

Biquge EbookFREE.me, the fastest update of Leng Wang, the medical concubine will elope the latest chapter!
Can't I give you a good one?
If he rushes forward, Feng Xingying will certainly disappear again.
But if he didn't do it, would he be hit by that rabbit in vain?
Feng Xingying was there, but he couldn't do it. This is the most depressing thing for Yu Wenxi Ming to fight this fighting spirit.
"Do you want to admit defeat?" Feng Xingying said suddenly: "As a friendly diplomatic relations, I give you a chance to admit defeat."
"Don't enter the space if you have the ability!" Yu Wenxi Ming ruthlessly.
In fact, he has already lost such words.
After all, there are magical powers on the Dou Ling platform. You cultivate as a high cow, and you have a Lingbao cow. Not convinced? If you are not convinced, you can do it.
Equipment is also part of strength.
But Feng Xingying still nodded: "As long as you swear you won't voluntarily give in, I won't go into space."
"it is good!"
Just after he finished speaking, he saw Feng Xingying move.
It has long been heard that Feng Xingying is good at martial arts and beautiful body.
Unexpectedly, he was really fortunate to see today, and could not help but sigh--beautiful than the most beautiful dance!
It is a pity that such a beautiful action is not for appreciation.
Feng Xingying had reached him and kicked him to the ground with one kick.
Click, the clear voice is the sound of Yu Wenximing's broken leg.
Yu Wenximing wondered, how did Feng Xingying break through his spirit shield?
When he wanted to unite his spiritual power, he discovered a terrible thing, his spiritual power disappeared!
I have never encountered such a terrible thing in my life.
The foundation of the soul's survival is spiritual power.
If there is no spiritual power, what is the difference between him and ordinary people?
The lack of spiritual power made Yu Wenximing feel unprecedented despair and panic.
At the same time, watermelon burst into a flame and blew out the poor little panther out of the fighting platform.
"Huh, who said that our turtles are only good at defense? I'm the master's spirit beast." The turtle looked proud and re-sized to the size of an ordinary dirt dog, and lay at the foot of Feng Xingying: "Master, come to me."
Don't be ambiguous!
Feng Xingying really wanted to slap this red-skinned turtle.
But still, obedient ground, watermelon's back.
Mounts are used to sit.
Yu Wenximing then found out sadly that Feng Xingying had been sympathetic to his men! No, it was deliberately toyed.
With Feng Xingying's own powerful strength, and this terrible tortoise, she could be vigorous, but she chose to kill him.
"By the way, when you start, your eyes tell me that you want to grind me for mercy. Really?" Feng Xingying sat in a circle on the back of the turtle in a good mood.
Yu Wenximing was embarrassed and half-knelt. Refuse to speak.
He also wanted to stand, but his leg bones were discounted.
"Sesame, aren't you trying to teach him? It's all your credit for him to become like this, now is the harvest season."
"Oh ~~~~" Sesame cheered and went to Yuyu Wenximing.
Sesame's hands and feet are not heavy, they can't beat people, and there is a little pain, but it is not very painful.
But shame!
Such humiliation gave Yu Wenxi an urge to commit suicide.
His fourth brother hadn't seen it any longer, and shouted in the audience: "Is that how your Dali country treats its friends? Feng Xingying, you stop me, otherwise I will go to war against Dali country."
Feng Xingying's eyes darkened.
Reached out and clicked on Yu Wenximing.
"Well, Sesame is tired too. You go down." Feng Xingying waved his hand.
Yu Wenximing stared at Feng Xingying, spit out a spit of blood, and fainted on the Douling platform.