Immortal King, You Became Stupid

In Fengling's memory, Liang Yueru bullied her brother and sister, robbed them of their food and dug a hole in her door And so on. She was as happy as a monkey.

"Let you take it. It's like a dog. Deaf?" Liang Yueru stares at her, does not hit a place, grasps the pebble to continue to smash to Fengling body.

"Well, I'll give it to you."

Feng Ling squeezed this sentence out of her teeth and bent down to pick up the fairy fruit. Her eyelids jumped.

This thing seems to be the unique toad fruit of xianlingzong. The green fruit cloth is full of flowers.

She picked it up in her hand and walked slowly to Liang Yueru.

Liang Yueru glared at her and sneered, "it's almost the same. In front of me, you're a dog, so you can't go east to west!"

Words, Feng Ling has come to the eyes, holding the fruit of the hand out, the action is very fast.

"Bang --"

with a heavy fist, Liang Yueru's nose was almost deformed. Then, Feng Ling was short, and his legs hurt quickly.

"Ouch..."

Between the electric light and the flint, Liang Yueru fell on the ground in the mud, showing her teeth in pain.

"Who is a dog?" Fengling stepped on her waist and looked down on her. She had been practicing martial arts since her childhood, not to mention her superb martial arts skills. She was also a favorite student of Zhenwei general.

"You You hit me? " Liang Yueru couldn't believe it, and then she screamed, "my clothes, ah, I'm so dirty, dog poop!"

It was originally blue and white satin, but now it's filthy. She pushes aside the Phoenix bell, gets up and jumps on the spot. While jumping, she scolds and swings her sleeves, "weiwenxi, you want to die. Do you know how much silver I have in this dress? You can't afford to sell it! "

"Oh, my hands are slippery. I'm sorry." Feng Ling cold hum, rubbing her fist, a very painful appearance.

She was not pretending. The real pain reminded her that her skinny body had never learned how to fight and how to use it a little bit could be said to kill a thousand enemies and lose eight hundred.

"You Weiwenxi, you wait! I won't let you eat around! " Liang Yuru was so angry that she carried her skirt. She was like a goddess, and she turned around and walked towards the village.

Wait and wait. Who is afraid of whom?

One for one, two for one.

Feng Ling kneaded her fist. Her knuckles were red and red, and the pain was unbearable. She sighed secretly. No wonder she would be bullied. She had to think of a way to practice.

But

Looking at the fruit in the shape of toad, a glimmer of light flashed past.

Don't eat white fruit!

She didn't care how clean her clothes were, so Feng Ling rushed home in a hurry for fear that Liang Yueru would go back and take the fairy fruit back.

"Cough..."

When he stepped into the door, he listened to the coughing in the room. Wei Jiu's thin head supported the stove, and his body was convulsed and his face was pale.

"Xiao Jiu, Xiao Jiu, how are you?" Feng Ling eagerly approached, patting his back for him.

"Sister, I It's OK. " Wei Jiu responded with difficulty, but the situation was still not improved.

In Fengling's impression, Weijiu's body seems to be very poor all the time. However, his family is poor and his food and clothing are serious problems. There is no money left to cure his illness.

"By the way, Xiao Jiu, come on, have a taste of this!" The fairy fruit in Fengling's hand is handed over. Since it is an immortal fruit, it must have the effect of life and death. Otherwise, how can it be called "immortal"?

However, Fengling didn't dare to give him all the medicine. He was afraid that the medicine would be reversed, and the remaining half could not be kept. So he took a clean one by himself.

"Elder sister, this fruit is sweet and sour. I've never seen it before. Where did it come from?"

Weijiu's voice fell. Before Fengling could answer, a clamor rang out of the door, "weiwenxi, get out of here!"

Clearly is the voice of Liang Yueru!

I don't know how to repent and dare to be so wild!

Fengling pressed Weijiu's shoulder and asked him to sit on the chair. She walked out of the room alone. Somehow, she felt a kind of pressure before she stepped out of the threshold.

"Who hurt my daughter Liang Ji?"

The thick roar, like the ancient great ape, made the eardrum ache.

At the door of the house is the earth dam courtyard surrounded by a low fence. At this time, a seven foot tall man is clutching, his face is full of flesh, his eyebrows are sharp and his eyes are sharp, and his grey Taoist robe is added to his body, but he doesn't feel any sense of immortality.

Liang Ji?

This is the outer disciple of the Xiuxian sect, who wants wind and rain in the village? Looking only at the two retinues who followed him, the head of Pai was a well-off Councillor.

"It's me." Fengling stood upright, fearless and full of air.

"Dad! It's her. She doesn't know good or bad! " Liang Yuru pointed to her and was so angry that she smoked from her seven orifices.

Oh!

And we got foreign help.

"Very good. I'm Liang Ji. I'm a daughter. I'm the apple of my eye. I'm a man of practice. I shouldn't argue with you, a weak woman. Since you dare to offend against the scale, you must bear my anger!" Liang Ji said that, and his whole body was full of momentum, and the wind at his feet suddenly rose, blowing his Taoist robe and hunting.If you really don't ask about the secular world, how can you help the tyrant of Liang Yueru!

"Less grandiose, fight as you please!" Feng Ling said, clenched her fist and stepped forward with her right foot. Her face was ugly and dirty, and her eyes were clear and sharp.

"Weiwenxi, you want to die! Don't blame me for not telling you. Now kneel down in front of me and learn how to bark. Maybe I'll be merciful and let my father spare your life! " Liang Yueru is full of ridicule. In her opinion, as long as her father moves his fingers, he can easily take Fengling's life.

"Sister! No

In the room, Weijiu is worried and yells. He looks at Fengling's back, and sees Liang Ji in front of her stride forward, just like Taishan Beidou. His hands are pinched and his palms are hot. It's a white flame.

Cold inflammation!

Feng Ling's eyes narrowed slightly, neither hiding nor flashing. In an instant, Liang Ji had already arrived.

"Boom --"

the cold flame, which lights up Fengling's face, makes the birthmark even more ugly.

"Ah --"

Liang Yuru sneered, holding her hands in her arms and looking forward to the Phoenix bell being burned to ashes.

It's cold at first and hot at near.

This is the most intuitive feeling of Fengling. She was ready to stand by. The fire ball the size of Cuju filled her pupils. She moved --

with her right hand, she bent her fingers skillfully and moved as fast as a pair of forceps, which suddenly clamped Liang Ji's wrist.

Liang Ji was astonished. He did not expect Wei Wenxi to launch a counterattack at the critical moment. His body, such as the stone tied to the other end of the rope, was controlled by the Phoenix bell pulling the rope. The cold flame that had already flown out suddenly returned to the palm of his hand.

Feng Ling smiles and kicks her foot on the back of his hand.

"Bo -"

the cold flame rises into the sky, and people's eyes are like fireworks.