Chapter 363: Confession!

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Jinghong is very strong. Although it is only the peak of the late construction period, if you want to, you can enter the Jindan period at any time.
She practiced too fast, resulting in a slight instability in the foundation and no breakthrough in suppression.
"Roar!"
Incomparably angry, the dark mist rolled and the air was suffocating. The three-meter-high body stood up, and Jinghong's blow didn't hurt him at all.
Huh! Huh!
White crickets, like white lightning, burst through the air with a hissing sound and shot again towards the blast.
The bone claws, which were more than two meters long, were raised, and the black mist whistled and sent towards Baiyu.
Boom ...!
After several fierce impacts, the tremor was shaken back and forth, and the ground was burst.
Jinghong knot, a white lotus flower floating, holy and elegant, flickering this hazy white light in the air.
Slimy jade flick.
Huh!
The white lotus was bright and the white light was brilliant. It flew out and hit the stiff body. The white light burst and shook the earth.
He stiffened, his huge body fell out, his chest collapsed slightly, and green blood leaked out.
"Bad human, do you dare to hurt me?" The roar growled stiffly, and the wound on his chest was slowly healing.
Jinghong did not take the opportunity, but waited for the wound to heal, and then shot again.
Bai Zhi was like a gun, bombarded in the air. White thumping on the stiff stone-like body was rumbling, squealing, and green blood splashed.
Zombie, roaring, frantic, his body was pierced by dozens of blood holes.
The black mist surged, and the wounds on it were healing.
Jinghong didn't shoot, waiting for his wound to heal.
The youth and others were horrified. They could see that this unreally beautiful woman was holding a zombie.
"Do you only have this ability?" Jinghong Liu Mei frowned slightly, and was not satisfied with the stiff performance.
"..." Zombie was provoked. With a roar, the black mist rolled around him, showing a huge ghost head roaring.
Jinghong nodded slightly, his whole body was swayed by white light, and it burst like a little sun. When the sand blew away, the stones were destroyed, and the bones were directly scattered.
"Looks like you, too." Jinghong whispered.
Zombie anger and madness, it does not understand why his own stiffness will be weakened when he encounters the opponent's internal interest.
The power of the true element, the purest, is the nemesis of all foul things.
Jinghong raised his hand, shot a few white magpies, and the white light was shining directly through the stiff body. At last, the trembling exploded, and the flesh flew across.
At this time, several figures just arrived, and witnessed the scene of the blast exploding, stiffened for a while, and gazed at each other.
On the top of the building, Yan Wushuang muttered, "She is as perverted as you."
Chu Xun chuckled, and said, "Never look at who the woman is."
Yan Wushuang pouted his mouth, "male and female."
Chu Xun is black-faced, this goods chat is simply. He looked down, and the people who came here knew Feng Zijian, Mu Tian, ​​and Qi Qingfeng among them.
"Are you all right?" Feng Zijian stepped forward.
The young man shook his head and held his fist at Jinghong, and said, "Thank you for your help."
Jinghong glanced at him and nodded coldly.
The young man told Feng Zijian and others what happened just now.
After listening to Feng Zijian and others, all of them looked stiff and practiced their skills with Bapin. The woman was terrible.
"Thank you for your help," Feng Zijian thanked again.
He was very frightened. When did such a master appear on the site of the Four Holy Palaces? And it's not beautiful.
Jinghong nodded slightly.
"Dare to ask the girl, from what school?" Feng Zijian decided to explore. A master who can compare with Yue Fande, they can't be ignored.
"No way, no way." Jinghong said.
Feng Zijian frowned, but his eyes were hot.
"Girl, we are from the Four Holy Palaces. If the girl does not hate, please come to my Four Holy Palaces to rest?" The youth sent an invitation.
"Four sons." Feng Zijian hurried out. The woman's origin is unknown and terrifying, how can she easily bring it back to the Four Holy Palaces?
The young man didn't take it seriously, "Elder Feng is assured that she can save us, and naturally she will not be a bad person."
Feng Zijian said, "Would you like to sue the palace master?"
"No, I'm in charge of this," said the youth.
Feng Zijian sighed and understood that his own son saw the fairy.
Feng Zijian understands that other people naturally understand.
Mu Tian, ​​Wu Qingfeng and others all nodded secretly. Such a beautiful woman has a rare life.
"Lao Feng, just listen to the fourth son." Mu Tian said. If he can invite the woman to the fourth holy palace, and further accomplish good things with the fourth son, the woman's cultivation will definitely make the fourth holy palace stronger.
The young man secretly worshipped at Mu Tian and thought, "This old man will come."
Feng Zijian is still stunned, the key is Jinghong's cultivation, which is really surprising, and the source is unknown.
"Girl, would you like to visit me at the Four Sacred Palaces?" The young man walked over, showing gentleness.
On the top of the building, Yan Wushuang smiled strangely, "Someone is going to dig into your corner. Although this boy is almost repaired, he looks better than you."
Chu Xun stunned, then kicked Wushuang Yan from the top of the building with one kick.
"Ah ..." Yan Wushuang screamed, opening his teeth and dancing in the air, trying to maintain his balance.
Feng Zijian and others were startled by Yan Wushuang, turning his head and looking. I saw a dark shadow falling from the top of the building.
boom!
The ground was smashed and cracked, and the rocks fell apart.
"What the is this?" The youth shouted subconsciously.
Feng Zijian and others approached slowly with full alert.
"It seems to be a person." Someone muttered softly.
"No, it should be stiff." Someone pulled a sword.
Feng Zijian surged around, reminding others, saying: "Be careful."
"Oh ... Your uncle, I want to fall to death." Yan Wushuang raised his teeth and grinned. Touching his face, fortunately, he did not look disfigured.
"Yan Gongzi." Feng Zijian and Yan Wushuang knew each other and saw that it was Yan Wushuang who looked up and was stunned.
Yan Wushuang was a little embarrassed. When he moved his body, his bones crackled like a crackling bean.
"Lao Feng, your ground is too weak. You look back and let people check. The construction party must have gotten a rebate."
Uh!
A group of people were aggressive and looked at Yan Wushuang strangely. The goods jumped from such a high place just to try the ground hard? Ghosts believe.
"Elder Feng, is this?" The young man stepped forward, asking curiously, thinking where the mallet came from, and his appearance was quite chic.
"This is Yan Wushuang Yan, he ..."
Feng Zijian was interrupted by Yan Wushuang before he finished speaking. He looked at the youth and said, "Boy, you are going to be unlucky."
"..." The young man was unconscious, shouldn't this person have a brain problem?
Seeing the doubts of the youth, Yan Wushuang pointed at Jinghong and asked the youth, "Do you want to soak her?"
"..." The young man's mouth twitched. "Brother, you sure you haven't broken your brain."
"Rabbit, what do you say?" Yan Wushuang blackened his face, but turned his eyes and smiled. "I support you, I tell you, her name is Jinghong, known as Jinghong Fairy."
The young man's eyes were slightly bright, and he turned to look at Jinghong standing in the distance and whispered, "Do you know this girl?"
Yan Wushuang nodded. "Familiar. If you want to know anything, just ask me."
"Where does she come from?" The young man asked.
"No way and no faction, that's for sure." Yan Wushuang said.
The youth did not believe it, nor did everyone else at the scene. Is there such a horror that there is no way to repair it?
Feng Zijian has always been steady, and he felt that something was wrong. "Yan, you really know that girl."
"Crap." Yan Wushuang rolled his eyes and said for a long time that the old man didn't believe him.
"Don't be angry, I'm just curious. The girl's cultivation would be so bad against the sky." Feng Zijian said.
"What's weird about this? It's been more abnormal this year." Yan Wushuang said fiercely.
"Brother, how do you know this fairy?" The youth asked.
Yan Wushuang couldn't help disdain. This group of people was really boring. He walked over and kissed the young man's shoulder affectionately, and said, "Brother, take a shot this year, don't hesitate. Look at your talents. It ’s a match made in heaven. You meet on this long night. Who would believe it if it ’s not fate? "
The youth nodded subconsciously.
"Yang Gongzi, how do you ..." Feng Zijian just started, was interrupted by Yan Wushuang, said: "If you have a problem, wait for a while, I will make a good marriage first."
"Brother, let me tell you, the woman you look after these years is going to chase. Don't regret it later. If you look at Jinghong, you will be lonely and helpless. When you meet you, you are destined to take care of her." Yan Wushuang pulled the youth Ramble.
The youth was really interested in Jinghong. When he met for the first time, he was amazed by the heavens. At this time, Yan Wushuang was so flickered, and his blood was boiling.
"If she doesn't agree to do it?" The youth was still a little hesitant. Jinghong is a fairy, and boldly confessing is blasphemy.
"If you are a mallet, if you are me, I'll confess it now. If a man has the courage, if he doesn't have the courage to confess, how can he become an ancestor? He doesn't have a strong warrior heart." Yan Wushuang hated iron and steel.
As soon as the young man gritted his teeth, his eyes became firm. He felt that Yan Wushuang was right and did not even dare to confess. How could he deserve to be called a warrior?
"Come on! I support you." Yan Wushuang's mouth was tricky.
Damn Chu Xun, dare to kick Lao Tzu off the top of the building?
"Four sons." Feng Zijian stood up and stopped the youth.
"Lao Feng, you are not right. How can you stop young people from pursuing their own happiness?" Yan Wushuang walked over and patted Feng Zijian's shoulder.
Feng Zijian grinned his teeth, Yan Wushuang took the black hand, and the blood and slaps of the shoot swelled, his body was convulsing. But he was more certain that it was absolutely weird.
"Come on, go!" Yan Wushuang cheered for the youth.
"Four sons, don't ..." Feng Zijian just spoke, and he felt a burst of internal pressure, his blood was surging and difficult to speak.
The young man sorted his clothes, gathered courage, and strode toward Jinghong.
Yan Wushuang laughed and opened the flowers, the corners of his mouth cracked behind his ears. He seemed to have seen Chu Xun's face as black as the bottom of the pot.