Bad Boy Cultivation in Another World: The Merry Immortal

Seeing the green flying dragon rushing towards her, Xue Yilan was shocked but not confused.

She shook out a colorful brocade handkerchief, and as soon as the brocade handkerchief was offered, it instantly became extremely huge, exuding a faint coercion, and wrapped the green flying dragon tightly with amazing momentum.

The emerald green flying dragon was already very big, about a hundred feet long, but when it was wrapped in the colorful brocade handkerchief, it could only struggle continuously inside the brocade handkerchief, making dragon chants, but it was helpless.

"receive!"

Xue Yilan gave a cold drink, and the multicolored brocade handkerchief continued to shrink, making a "crackling" squeeze sound.

This is an ancient spiritual weapon that Xue Yilan obtained from the Yangdan Pagoda. It can be used both offensively and defensively, and it is quite powerful.When Xue Yilan saw it, she immediately felt happy and sacrificed it.

Ye Ning was still a bit worried at first, but seeing Xue Yilan take over the Green Flying Dragon, she was relieved.He thought to himself, it seems that this ancient spiritual tool that reaches the sky is definitely not inferior to the Soul-devouring Orb and the Five-Colored Sparrow Feather Fan he obtained, and it has extraordinary magical powers.Under normal circumstances, the ancient spiritual artifacts that can change in shape are extremely rare, and all monks in the ancient times regarded them as treasures.Xue Yilan's five-color brocade handkerchief can be worn as a brocade robe, and can also be used as a shield to resist attacks, which is absolutely rare.

Xuanfeng saw that her attack was easily broken by the opponent, and even the one-eyed Jade Dragon Staff that had been with her for many years was lost in a little girl's weird magic weapon, she was suddenly angry and ready to kill her!

"Little girl, you are looking for death yourself! Don't blame the old man!"

As soon as the words fell, a crazy spiritual power rushed towards the green flying dragon trapped in the colorful brocade handkerchief!Immediately, sand and rocks were flying, and the green flying dragon's momentum surged, causing the multicolored brocade handkerchief to expand continuously, making a cracking sound.

Ye Ning was startled, and shouted: "Old woman, do you want to repeat the same mistakes?! You dare to kill the Snow Maiden too?"

Xuanfeng was "bitten by a snake once, afraid of well ropes for ten years", after hearing Ye Ning's words, she thought to herself, could this little girl also be a descendant of some great person?

At this moment, Ming Lei yelled in a broken voice: "Madam, stop quickly, she is the saint of the island in Moon Lake!"

Xuanfeng's expression changed drastically, and he hastily withdrew his spiritual power, allowing the green flying dragon to transform back into a one-eyed green dragon stick, which was wrapped in a colorful brocade handkerchief and fell into Xue Yilan's hands.Xuanfeng was afraid of being guarded by that third-rank immortal monarch, and finally sneaked out by taking advantage of the other party's robbery, how could he offend a more powerful master?The owner of the island in Moon Lake, Tianwu Xianjun, is known as the No. 1 in the Qingluo Continent. If Xuanfeng was given courage, she would not dare to kill Tianwu Xianjun's lover.

She turned her head and said fiercely to Ming Lei: "Damn old man, why didn't you say it earlier? The status of the saint on the island in Moon Lake is so honorable, how could we offend him?"

Ming Lei lowered his head and said innocently: "Madam, old man..."

Before Minglei finished speaking, Xuanfeng slapped him and said, "How dare you call yourself an old man in front of my old lady?! I haven't beaten you for a few days, and my skin is itchy?"

Minglei lowered his head, his old face was flushed, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Yes, yes, I know I was wrong. I also saw the saint in a jade slip more than 60 years ago, and I just recognized it. , my wife, don't blame me."

"Jade slips?" Xuanfeng stared wide-eyed, looking at Minglei, as if she wanted to see flowers from his face.

Ming Lei knew that this was the prelude to her anger.