Gold Concubine

Chapter 392 The Palace Master of Yama Hall 1
However, the killer who can kill his Yan Luodian must be quite capable.

She is obviously a young girl, but she is like an old man who has experienced thousands of years of vicissitudes.

so, interesting, interesting...
"The Feng family is an example?" Yan Wuqing was not angry, but asked knowingly and with great interest.

"Not bad," Feng Yaorao sneered.

"It's really cruel, that's all your family!" Yan Wuqing also sneered, but the voice couldn't tell if it was sarcasm or anything.

"Don't you think it's too ridiculous for a murderer to say that a revenge person is cruel?" Feng Yaorao sneered.

"Hahaha! Yes, your cruelty is really nothing in the eyes of this temple? But girl, don't you know that arrogance requires a price, especially in front of this temple." Yan said coldly.

"Hahahahaha!" Feng Yaorao couldn't help laughing wildly as if she had heard a great joke, and even Yan Wuqing couldn't help but startled, not knowing why.

"Yan Wuqing, Yan Wuqing, in terms of arrogance, I'm afraid no one can match you! When it comes to the price, your price will be thousands of times heavier than mine. We don't make river water, but you are not happy to come to me, I Feng Yaorao is not someone to be bullied at will, the big deal, we will perish together."

Feng Yaorao's eyes flashed red, and her whole body exuded a strong bloodthirsty and murderous aura. She possessed a steel-blooded temperament that was colder than any killer, and she possessed the domineering arrogance of a king who did not need to invade.

Pure fighting, Feng Yaorao knew that she could not beat Yan Wuqing.

But if the blood snake appears, Yan Wuqing is not an opponent, and if the blood snake shows up for others to see, it will be her calamity.

Although Yan Wuqing was not afraid, he couldn't help being surprised, he never thought that a 16-year-old girl could emit such a powerful aura that he couldn't take it lightly.

However, when has Yan Wuqing been so despised and provoked, his anger rises with ferocity.

"To die together, hum! It's up to you? You take yourself too seriously. Today, this hall will let you know the consequences of provoking this hall." Yan Wuqing said coldly, and when he moved his feet, a piece of tile flew up, fast, He attacked Feng Yaorao ruthlessly and accurately.

Such an ordinary martial artist would definitely not be able to avoid this attack, and if it was Feng Yaorao before, naturally he would not be able to avoid it either.

It's just that the current Feng Yaorao is different from the past, she dodged and escaped Tiles' attack effortlessly.

"How many times?" Yan Wuqing was a little surprised that Feng Yaorao was able to escape. Perhaps, Feng Yaorao's strength was higher than he imagined.

"Hmph! How soon! Don't think that you are the most powerful." Feng Yaorao snorted coldly.

"Very good, then see how many moves you can handle in this hall." Yan Wuqing sneered, raised his palm, and attacked Feng Yaorao like the wind, with a deadly posture.

Feng Yaorao's eyes were like eagles, extremely sharp, she knew that if this palm was on her body, she would definitely die, and if she blindly took this palm, she would also be injured.

So, she could only hide.

Just as Feng Yaorao was about to move, a silver figure descended from the sky and blocked Feng Yaorao.

Before Feng Yaorao could see clearly, she only heard a "pop", the sound of two palms hitting each other, and the silver figure was shaken away, no, it should be when Yan Wuqing and the silver figure hit each other with their palms, At the same time, he was shocked by the opponent's internal force, and he retreated three meters straight.

(End of this chapter)