While others are serious about cultivating immortality, I will send their idiots to heaven.

Chapter 82, Mader, Madam

The female cultivator who rushed straight towards her was holding a pair of maces, wearing armor and a tiger-striped animal skin tied around her waist.

The hair is directly wrapped into a ball and tied on the top of the head.

She has a round face and thick, black eyebrows.

The overall appearance is masculine, but the face is painted with makeup and makeup.

The combination of the two is really neither fish nor fowl.

As he spoke, Shifang's slim eyebrows were raised high, and his overly whitened face was full of anger. The word "harmony" could not be attached to it anyway.

Listening to her vomiting fragrance, not to mention Feng Ye, the person involved, even Song Zhi and Zhao Muyang felt angry and had no good impression of her.

I saw her flying towards me with a spiritual light.

Feng Ye frowned and took off his black robe with a wave of his hand. With a wave of spiritual light in his palm, a barrier of glittering golden threads came into being, covering Song Zhi and the others.

He took a step forward and shouted helplessly to Shifang Yaoyao, who was standing on the clouds: "Fellow Taoist Shifang, the melons that are forced are not sweet."

"I have explained it to your father before, and he let me go, so why do you have to press me so hard?"

*

Feng Ye was really tired.

He has the same cultivation level as Shifang Yaoyao, and they are both in the early stage of the Golden elixir.

In a serious battle, Shifang Yaoyao would definitely not be his opponent.

But the problem is that Shifang Yaoyao is more sinister and shameless than him.

Previously, she pretended to be subdued and tricked him into drinking tea, and took this opportunity to put the marriage poison on him.

The mother Gu was pinched in her hand.

As long as Feng Ye is no more than fifty meters away from her.

The male Gu in his body will be suppressed by the female Gu, causing his Qi orifices to become stagnant and unable to use his spiritual power normally.

Under this situation, Feng Ye had no choice but to avoid Shifang Yaoyao as much as possible and stay far away from her.

In fact, it's not that Feng Ye can't think of a solution, it's just that as a righteous monk, he doesn't bother to do it.

*

"I forced you?"

"Humph, Feng, stop pretending to be pitiful!"

"The rules of the martial arts competition are clearly written. If you don't want to marry me, why do you want to participate?"

"Since you have beaten others in the competition and come out on top, you should keep your promise and marry me!"

"Or, as those people said, you look down on my beauty and feel that I am not worthy of you."

"That's why you declined in every possible way??"

Shifang Youyou stood on the clouds in mid-air, looking down at Feng Ye who was blocked by the male Gu, with a sharp cold light in his round eyes.

Feng Ye opened his mouth, subconsciously wanting to explain, but helplessly found that he and Shifang Yaoyao, an unreasonable woman, really had nothing to say.

"That's all, this matter is ultimately a grudge between you and me."

"You let them go."

"After that, whether you want to kill or stay, I will do whatever you want."

Feng Ye felt that he was wronged, but Shifang Yaoyao was right.

Since he participated in the martial arts contest, he should abide by the rules.

only……

He really doesn't want to marry Shifang Yaoyao.

At that time, he was ranked third. If the two in the top two hadn't given up first, he would have withdrawn.

Shifang Yaoyao couldn't find him no matter what.

That's weird.

Why did those two people retreat so quickly, as if they had discussed it in advance?

Feng Ye didn't understand, so Feng Ye decided to mess it up.

It's a pity that he behaved like this and only received contempt and disdain from all directions.

It's a good thing he didn't mention a few people in the barrier.

Now that he mentioned it, Shifang's slim and cannibalistic gaze immediately focused on the two juniors, Song Zhi and Zhao Muyang.

*

"I asked why the two little kids from the Lingxian Sect didn't show up in Deadwood City."

"It turns out that the two of you have reunited with your senior brothers." "Haha, you really can't find anything after wearing iron shoes. It took no effort at all to get here."

"Feng Ye, if you don't want to see your fellow disciples die tragically in my hands, then you can return to Fengyu City with me and get married!"

Shifang Youyao shouted sharply, wondering what kind of evil move she had used.

Song Zhi, who was originally in the barrier, appeared at her hand in an instant.

She sneered ferociously, turned her five fingers into claws, and slapped Song Zhi's Tianling Cap fiercely.

"Junior sister, be careful!!"

"Miss Shifang keeps someone under her command!"

Feng Ye and Qian Jialiang screamed at the same time.

At the same time, Song Zhi, who was moved into the air, came back to his senses instantly.

When Shi Fang's graceful big palm slapped hard.

Song Zhi gathered strength in his palm, and a cold sword energy was quickly generated, and then transformed into a dagger, stabbing fiercely towards Shifang Yaoyao.

After a sharp stabbing sound, Song Zhi and Shifang Yaoyao stepped away at the same time.

Song Zhi's energy and blood surged, a trace of blood spilled from his mouth, and his brows knitted together tightly.

Shifang's slim figure was upright, and the clouds under her feet were rolling and roaring, just like her violent mood at the moment.

She looked down at her right palm.

After seeing the blood flowing out of his palms clearly, Shifang's slim eyes were stained with angry red shadows.

*

"Bitch!"

"How dare you hurt me?!"

Shifang Yaoyao is a master of physical training. When she was in the golden elixir stage, her flesh and blood had long been trained to be invulnerable to water and fire, and as solid as a rock.

But he didn't expect that he would be stabbed in public by a little foundation-building insect today.

This is really embarrassing.

At this time, Shifang Yaoyao no longer thought about catching Feng Ye and returning to Fengyu City to get married.

Now she just wants to kill Song Zhi and give herself a bad breath!

Seeing Shifang Youyou glared at her fiercely, the flesh on her face trembled, as if she was going to pounce on her and devour her in the next second.

Song Zhi felt baffled.

She just stood there and watched the excitement. Who did she provoke?

Shifang Yaoyao wanted to force Feng Ye to marry her, so she went to find the rightful owner Feng Ye.

What kind of thinking does she have, she actually wants to use her to threaten Feng Ye...

She is not stupid, she is completely crazy!

There is nothing to say to an unreasonable madwoman.

Song Zhi's expression became solemn and he became completely serious.

Seeing Shifang Yaoyao coming at him with two maces, Song Zhi immediately summoned the black sword among the two swords.

As the cold sword energy continued to cling, the black sword instantly froze into ice.

"Lao Liu, fire!"

Song Zhi screamed, and the spiritual power in his body circulated. The black sword wrapped in icy cold air flew out of the air and rushed straight towards Shifang Yaoyao.

At the same time, Zhao Muyang, who was watching the battle nervously in the barrier, responded quickly.

After hearing Song Zhi's cry, he immediately formed a seal and recited the magic formula, and pulled out a drop of blood essence wrapped in the earth's flames from the center of his eyebrows.

With a flick of his finger, the drop of blood rushed towards the black sword.

When Shifang Yaoyao raised his two maces and struck the black sword, the male swords of the water-covered mandarin duck swords also accurately received Zhao Muyang's blood essence.

In an instant, the cold air faded away, and ice and fire merged.

From the simple and plain blade of the black sword, an orange fire phoenix broke out of the ice and spread its wings toward the ten directions.

When one person and one fire collided, everyone felt that the sky and the earth changed color, and their eyes became dark.

When the light flooded into the eyes again, Shifang Yaoyao, who was so high above, had fallen into the clouds and was lying on the ground not knowing whether she was alive or dead.

Her hair was curly, her cassock was dark, and the exposed skin was covered in large ulcers.

The whole figure seemed to have been burned by fire from top to bottom, and the shape was extremely miserable.

(End of this chapter)