The Rotten Girl Alchemist of Space

Chapter 91
Fingers like suet white jade suddenly changed on her chest, like a white butterfly fluttering among the flowers.

"crack."

Following Lin Fengxi's crisp cry, the big fireball that had passed the middle-aged monk burst into eighteen small fireballs.

With a wave of Lin Fengxi's fingers, the eighteen little fireballs were like eighteen obedient children, suspended around the middle-aged casual cultivator, blocking all the middle-aged casual cultivator's exits, staring at the middle-aged casual cultivator. He was stuck in place.

"Fairy, spare your life, Fairy, spare your life."

Suddenly, the middle-aged casual cultivator's knees softened, and he knelt down on the ground and kowtowed in Lin Fengxi's direction to make amends.

"Yo, which one are you singing?" Lin Fengxi looked at the middle-aged casual cultivator who kept kowtowing to her, thinking in his heart, he could save face, and actually turned to her sixteen in order to survive. The little girl kowtows.

"Fairy, the villain has eyes and can't see Mount Tai, offended the fairy, please let the villain ignore the villain and let the villain go."

The middle-aged casual cultivator took a peek at the eighteen small fireballs that surrounded him in place.

Don't look at the eighteen small fireballs that were split by the big fireball, but their power is not lacking at all. They are like eighteen bombs with no time, staring at him to death.It gave him the illusion that he would die if he moved.

He has been walking on the line of life and death all year round, and he trusts his intuition very much, so he didn't struggle, and just knelt down in front of that beautiful female cultivator and kowtowed for mercy.

In his opinion, in order to save his life, what is a few kowtows?As long as the green hills are still there, he is not afraid of running out of firewood, as long as the opponent removes the eighteen small fireballs, as long as he does not let the opponent have a chance to attack, he still has a chance of winning.

"Master, master, burn him, burn him."

At this time, the little black bird was getting bored staying in the space, and when he came out to breathe, he found the middle-aged casual cultivator kneeling on the ground.

The animal's intuition is very accurate. This man's whole body is full of viciousness and hostility. If his owner really lets him go, he will suffer a lot.

"Shut up, you're only dead mynah." The middle-aged casual cultivator didn't know where he got such a crow-like mynah. Didn't its cry mean to cut off his life?This is not acceptable.

"Bastard, master, master, how dare he scold me that this person is so cute, the flowers bloom, and the car sees the invincible Mei Wuer in the car, burn him quickly, burn him directly, it is best to burn him to death There's not a single ashes left."

The little black bird got angry, who the hell dares to call it such a divine bird.

See if it can't kill him.

As soon as the little black bird finished speaking, suddenly those eighteen little fireballs seemed to be no longer under Lin Fengxi's control, and all of them hit the middle-aged casual cultivator at once.

"Ah." A miserable scream pierced the entire sky.

The middle-aged casual cultivator was on fire all of a sudden, his whole body was like a burning man, rolling on the ground in pain.

"What's going on?" Lin Fengxi couldn't help looking at his fingers.

She remembered that she did not control the fireball to hit the middle-aged casual cultivator.

You must know that her fire control technique has been perfected after so many years of refining the elixir, and there will be no such technical mistakes as losing control and missing hands.

But if she didn't miss it, how could she explain her loss of control over the fireball?

Looking at the middle-aged casual cultivator who was rolling all over the floor and smelled like barbecue, Lin Fengxi really couldn't explain this weird scene.

(End of this chapter)