Surprise! The little sister who is loved by the group is actually the strongest in Kyushu!

Liulixian's eyes were red, and she almost took out the Liuli treasure fan to poke their eyes out, and then she heard Qi Zhu's slow words.

"Isn't it the junior sister? Could it be... the junior sister's brother?"

Liulixian realized it later.

Mo Ye floated around the crowd and floated directly to the side of Qing Jiujiu.

"Don't you need to go up to help?"

Liulixian and others looked over in the direction of Mo Ye's voice, and saw Qing Jiujiu, and then they realized it later.

So the junior sister is here.

The person in the sky wearing the skirt they prepared looks exactly like the junior sister, and cheated them of so many delicious food and drinks. It should be the junior sister's brother!

Damn it!

Qing Jiujiu shook her head gently and replied to Mo Ye: "No, brother can handle it."

Sure enough, they saw that the frying pan in Qi Fanfan's palm suddenly enlarged several times, directly larger than Qi Fanfan, and larger than the fire column.

The fire column sprayed on the pan and was directly refracted.

It directly lifted Song Qiyuan's tail.

Song Qiyuan screamed in pain.

Although he practiced fire magic, it didn't mean that he would be fine if burned by fire.

His long red tail feathers were burned clean, revealing a triangular fat butt.

Qi Fanfan's eyes lit up.

"Tsk! Such a fat chicken butt, use an iron skewer to spit it and sprinkle some cumin powder on it and roast it, it must be crispy and fragrant!"

Qing Jiujiu rolled her eyes and twitched her mouth.

She was worried about him.

He was thinking about eating chicken butt?

Song Qiyuan felt that the immortal was greatly insulted!

He turned around and changed back to human form, and his bare butt was covered by his cloak.

"Qi Fanfan! You really don't want to drink a toast!"

Song Qiyuan made a seal with one hand, and a sword appeared in his hand.

The sword was filled with a strong aura of immortality, and this aura was obviously not Song Qiyuan's.

Qi Fanfan actually smelled a trace of the ancient Zeus God's Axe of Creation from the sword.

"Axe of Creation?"

Qi Fanfan raised his eyebrows and asked in a low voice.

Song Qiyuan sneered: "Not bad, you have some vision."

"No, it's just a fragment of the Axe of Creation. Where did you get it?" Qi Fanfan asked again.

"Don't care if it's a fragment, it's enough to deal with you!"

Song Qiyuan snorted again.

This sword was made by him using the silver needle that Lan Tianran had used before, plus the scattered fragments he found from other places.

It is used to deal with Qi Fanfan and his sister!

After speaking, Song Qiyuan spun around and raised the sword to stab Qi Fanfan's heart.

Qi Fanfan's pupils shrank slightly, and he held the frying pan in his hand horizontally to protect his heart.

The sword's aura actually reached the frying pan, faintly trying to pierce it.

Qi Fanfan took a few steps back, and seeing that he couldn't resist, he changed to attack. He shook his wrist, and the black pan turned into a black sword.

He swung his hand back, and the black sword swung towards Song Qiyuan's sword.

"Clang!"

Sparks flew.

Song Qiyuan's sword was suddenly chopped and tilted, and his knuckles were shaken with severe pain.

Song Qiyuan's eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth and endured it. He held the sword with both hands, pressed Qi Fanfan's sword, and slowly lifted it up.

The two immortal spirits checked and balanced each other.

Song Qiyuan's immortal spirit revealed a power that did not belong to him, which was very strange.

Qi Fanfan's sword was slowly pushed up by him.

At this moment, Song Qiyuan's left hand suddenly loosened the hilt of the sword, condensed a column of fire, and slapped it towards Qi Fanfan.

Qi Fanfan was suddenly blinded by the fire.

Song Qiyuan took the opportunity to stab Qi Fanfan in the chest with a sword.

Qing Jiujiu raised her eyebrows, gathered immortal energy in her palm, and prepared to cover Qi Fanfan with a blue shield.

As a result, she saw the confidence in Qi Fanfan's eyes again.

Qi Fanfan's special physique is immortal. Judging from his expression, he should have another trick.

Qing Jiujiu raised her palm and put it down again.

Song Qiyuan stabbed Qi Fanfan's abdomen with a sword, his face full of pride.

"Qi Fanfan, you still won't die this time?"

In this world, strength is respected. As long as Qi Fanfan dies, he will return to the supreme position and become the fairyland master of Qianyuan Fairyland.

No, not only Qianyuan Fairyland, but also Qiming Fairyland. No, not only Qiming Fairyland, but the entire Silver Galaxy.

He wants all the fairylands in the entire Silver Galaxy to obey him!

All the onlookers took a breath.

Qi Fanfan is afraid that he will die with this sword. Why didn't Qing Jiujiu react?

"Ah!"

"Puff——"

Qi Fanfan shouted exaggeratedly, spitting saliva all over Song Qiyuan's face, pretending to be very serious, as if his soul was about to fly away.

Qing Jiujiu frowned.

She pretended quite well.

The 108 brothers were a little uneasy. After all, the face that looked exactly like Jiujiu, although they knew it was not Jiujiu, they would not bear it if she really died.Song Qiyuan felt something was wrong. With this sword, Qi Fanfan should have been killed long ago. Why hasn't there been any movement yet?

Song Qiyuan pulled the sword back, but couldn't pull it out.

Qi Fanfan put one hand on his waist and pinched his nose with one hand and made a face at Song Qiyuan.

"Lululu, are you surprised? Are you surprised?"

As soon as the voice fell, Qi Fanfan's body turned into a puddle as if it were a piece of plasticine.

Song Qiyuan blinked and looked at this scene in disbelief.

What... is going on?

The puddle quickly swam to Song Qiyuan's back, and instantly rose from the ground, turning back into Qi Fanfan's appearance, and a frying pan hit Song Qiyuan's back of the head.

"Bang!"

Song Qiyuan's head was hit and buzzed, and he flew out directly.

Qi Fanfan's frying pan suddenly grew larger, and he flashed and flew in front of Song Qiyuan. There was another frying pan, and with a "bang", Song Qiyuan flew out again.

Everyone was curious.

"What kind of physique is this? Why can't the sword made of the fragments of the Fortune Axe shake Qi Fanfan's body at all?" Han Ying whispered.

Mo Ye, who was standing beside Qing Jiujiu, curled his lips and said with a slight movement of his lips.

"This is the Tai Sui physique of the previous God Emperor of Jiuzhou. If I guess correctly, it's not that the sword is useless to him, but that the sword didn't pierce him at all."

Qing Jiujiu nodded.

"Yes, Qi Fanfan should have controlled his abdomen to sink down and wrap around the sword, and he was not injured."

"But... was he in this physique when he was in the lower world?"

Qing Jiujiu looked at Mo Ye and asked.

"Yes, it is." Mo Ye nodded.

In mid-air

Song Qiyuan flew back and forth.

What happened? Didn't Qi Fanfan's cultivation level recover? My cultivation level is already so high, why can't I beat him! ?

Song Qiyuan was unwilling to accept this.

He wanted to explode himself and die with Qi Fanfan.

On the ground, in a corner.

The master of Tianji Pavilion stood behind a pillar.

It seemed that the master's cultivation level had begun to recover slowly.

Qi Fanfan was having a lot of fun.

It had been a long time since he had such a hearty fight, and he didn't expect that his cultivation level would recover by 20% while taking a bath.