Cloud painting

Chapter 216 Man Shan Hongyao (1)

The mountain was full of flames, and there were red maple leaves everywhere on and off the trees, as if entering a red world.The red maple leaves fell from the tree one by one, the leaves danced lightly, and the mountains were full of red flowers, shining brightly.

Feng Yunhua put the fallen Luoyin Canyuanqin in the Xuelinglong space, and after that, a group of people walked forward step by step.

Being sucked into the vortex just now, the hair and clothes of the few people were more or less messy, looking a little dusty.

The whole group was silent and walked forward silently.

After walking for about half an hour, a fog suddenly appeared ahead.Wind around.

For a moment, no one can see anyone.

"Where are you?" Feng Yunhua only saw a white mist.

A slender and strong hand held her wrist, "Hua, I'm here."

Feng Yunhua's heart immediately settled down a lot.

She looked towards the unknown front: "Where are the others?"

Beilin Xuanye's magnetic voice sounded: "They are not far from us, don't worry, this is a lost illusion, but it will disappear after a while."

Feng Yunhua nodded, and then shouted, "Where are you all?"

After a while, the voices of Mo Qianmin and Xiao Qi sounded at the same time: "We are here."

After listening to Feng Yunhua, she realized that they were not far from each other, so she immediately felt relieved.

This fog came suddenly, and it was a vast expanse of whiteness. Even if they were close at hand, they couldn't see each other.

After waiting for about an hour, the fog gradually dissipated.

After the fog cleared, several people saw each other.

However, in front of them, stood a golden arhat, half bald, half golden hair, sharp eyebrows, holding a golden bowl in his left hand, and a golden broadsword in his right hand.

"It's you." Feng Yunhua said calmly, she would never forget the shame of being forced to jump off the cliff many months ago.

The arhat in gold looked at Feng Yunhua, why does this girl look familiar?
The golden-clothed Arhat looked at her carefully. She was only dressed in white, and her appearance was unconventional. Where had he seen such a stunning beauty?
Feng Yunhua frowned fiercely. This man has such a bad memory that he actually forgot her.

The golden-clothed arhat suddenly realized: "The soul of the demon pupil! It's you!"

Mo Qianmin gave a strange "Huh": "Back then, you made Huahua jump off the cliff?"

The golden-clothed Arhat murmured coldly: "She jumped down by herself."

"But if I don't jump, you will make me fall." Feng Yunhua said coldly, and suddenly smiled: "You say yes. I have wanted revenge for you for a long time!"

As the words fell, the blood-colored energy charged towards the golden-clothed Arhat, but was firmly resisted by the golden-clothed Arhat: "You are much stronger, but... you are still far away from defeating me!"

As soon as the words fell, a golden crescent-shaped energy wave of the golden-clothed Arhat struck, resisting the blood-colored energy, and also attacked Feng Yunhua with a golden crescent-shaped energy wave.

Feng Yunhua's eyes turned cold, and he quickly turned his body away, and the golden crescent energy wave attacked back, shaking the red leaves in the mountains to pieces.

The rest of the people had already packed their things, leaned comfortably under the tree, and watched the play.

In fact, Feng Yunhua really wanted to complain: Nimei is not a good thing!

Feng Yunhua looked at the golden-clothed arhat, and smiled ironically: "This speed is nothing more than that."

The golden-clothed Arhat was furious, and then a stronger golden crescent energy wave came with a huge and destructive impact.

Although Feng Yunhua was extremely fast, he was still under the influence of his remaining energy and spat out a mouthful of blood.

(End of this chapter)