Cloud painting

Chapter 243 Fated to Ten Lives (5)

She thought, her heart tensed up.

The emotional shock and despair that that nightmare gave her were really too strong.

Feng Yunhua took a deep breath, stood up and took down all the hanging jade plaques.

Push it to the ground, forming a sound of lingling.

She picked up the jade tablet engraved with the third world, and gently stroked it.

……

"The young master of the Snow Fan Gate, Feng Yunhua." On the ring, the beautiful girl in white opened a snow-colored fan, her lips were slightly curled up, and she smiled flirtatiously, as elegantly as jade.

"Hong Mulian's chief disciple, Yu Feiling." The other woman was dressed in green, holding a knife and halberd in her hand, and her pure eyebrows were full of arrogance.

Suddenly, the two on the ring started to fight.

This is a martial arts duel, where life comes first, competition comes second, and the point goes to the end.

Winning the crown of each session is a matter of paramount importance.

And Feng Yunhua has won the leader three times in a row!

Yu Feiling lost three times, she is not reconciled!

Yu Feiling tapped her toes, jumped into the air, and sprinkled a blue net with her hands to surround Feng Yunhua.

Feng Yunhua's eyes turned cold, did Yu Feiling actually cheat?
That is the Bodhi Suppressing Soul Net, the most ancient Buddhist artifact, which can absorb human souls, destroy human souls, and save human souls. Yu Feiling used this to deal with her?
Yu Feiling curled her lips, I see you are not dead this time!
Feng Yunhua was silent, hiding the bodhi soul-suppressing net with a snow fan in his hand, while curling his lips coldly, you will cheat, but I won't?

"Thousand Mountain Snow Festival——Summon."

The boundless heavy snow suddenly fell from the sky, landing with a noble and indescribable posture.

The wind seems to freeze at this moment.

A thick white mist suddenly appeared on the ring stage, making the audience below blurry.

"Brother Beilin, I leave it to you!"

After Yu Feiling heard this sentence in a haze, she felt as if she was pulled up by an invisible hand.

Trembling uncontrollably, Yu Feiling exclaimed softly, "Help..."

"Don't kill her. If she dies, I'll be in big trouble."

Then, Yu Feiling felt that she was being pulled out by an invisible force.

The white mist disappeared, and the audience could clearly see what was happening on the stage.

Feng Yunhua smiled wantonly and waved his fan, so leisurely.

What about Yu Feiling?

Yu Feiling fell miserably under the ring, bright blood flowed from the corner of her lips, and her eyes were full of deep-seated hatred.

"Yu Feiling, are you convinced or not?" She quickly retracted the snow fan, looking at Yu Feiling quietly in a victorious posture.

"I, take..." Yu Feiling said slowly, with a tone of restrained hatred.

Feng Yunhua smiled, and then stepped off the ring, disappearing from everyone's sight.

"Hehe, my young master is really amazing and beautiful." The disciples of Xuefan Sect smiled and glanced in the direction of Hong Mulian Sect, and then left with boundless glory.

Hong Mulian's disciples looked angrily at the backs of Xuefan disciples, unwillingness and hatred poured out.

The name Feng Yunhua was already well-known in the mainland, and with the addition of four consecutive championships, it became even more popular for a while.

However, Yu Feiling, who went back with monstrous hatred, would never let it go.

Yu Feiling has a grandfather who loves her very much. Her grandfather is an extremely expert in the mainland and even the next plane. With the help of her grandfather, she found Feng Yunhua.

"Young Master Xue Fan." Yu Feiling walked over with a sweet smile.

At the foot of Xuefan Mountain, Feng Yunhua stopped.

"Yu Feiling, what's the matter?" She looked at Yu Feiling lazily, her performance was really superb.

(End of this chapter)