Transmigration Dimensions: The Master Cultivator Young Miss

The man with his back to her made her feel like a dream, but when she came back to her senses, looking at the clothes of the four people, Hua Shu wondered for a moment whether she had crossed? She didn't expect that the first time she saw the cultivators were all dressed up in ancient costumes. Could the other cultivators wear ancient costumes?

Without waiting for her to think about it, the person on the other side spoke.

"Feng Ming, do you feel it? Is it because the spiritual power is empty and can't make any effort?" The man in the purple clothed his lips evilly and said with a smug expression.

The man called Fengming was silent, but seeing that his body was slightly stiff and his body was tight and seemed to endure something as hard as he could, one could see that he should have been said to have been said.

"Hahaha, this is the San Ling Pill that we specially prepared for you, even if your cultivation level is high, you still have no power to fight back? For this day, we have been waiting for the opportunity, how could it be possible for you to escape? "The man in white clothes next to him laughed arrogantly, his expression was indescribable.

Only the man in black had been watching silently, but his gloomy eyes were like a poisonous snake hiding in the dark, ready to jump out and bite at any time.

"We are also geniuses in the younger generation, but when it comes to Fengjia, others only know that there is a genius like you. Whether you are outsiders or Fengjia people, they can only see you in their eyes. Because of your existence, we will always I can't make it out either." The purple-clothed man was excited, his eyes of hatred and hatred were like knives, and he couldn't wait to cut Feng Ming thousands of times.

The white-clothed man made a soothing look, and said with pride: "It doesn't matter, after today, the Feng family will no longer have a seal. We will replace him and become the most beautiful existence in the Feng family."

"Just for this kind of thing?" Feng Ming finally said, his clear and moving voice was like a jade bead falling on a plate, and it was mixed with frost and snow, so indifferent that he couldn't hear his emotions, but it was such a tone that seemed even more ironic.

"You!..." The purple-clothed man was furious, his forehead violently blue.

"It's boring." Feng Ming ignored his anger, dropped a faint sentence, and then moved his body, suddenly holding the spirit sword and attacking the purple-clothed man.

The trio obviously didn’t expect that he still had the strength. They were taken aback for a while, and hurriedly besieged Xiang Feng Ming, but for a short time, the man in purple was injured by the spirit sword, and his overbearing and violent spiritual power went straight into his body. Spit out a mouthful of blood.

The purple-clothed man was horrified at Feng Ming and possessed such power, and also hated him for his strength, horrified and hateful eyes, coupled with painful expressions, his originally handsome face was distorted and hideous, ugly and terrifying.

After taking a pill, the purple-clothed man joined the war again. At this time, Feng Ming was already obviously weak, and the three-to-one unfavorable condition immediately became one-sided.

The three people's cultivation bases are all in the foundation construction period, but Hua Shu can only tell that one of them is in the middle foundation construction stage, and the other two have a slightly higher cultivation base and have reached the late foundation construction stage. But what is the specific cultivation level, Hua Shu I can't see it anymore. This means that her spiritual consciousness is stronger than her cultivation level, otherwise she will not be able to detect people whose cultivation level is higher than her.

As for Feng Ming's cultivation base, Hua Shu expressed shame, she could not tell at all, and could only guess that it should be above the Golden Core Stage.

Suddenly, the black-clothed man made a sneak attack and slapped Feng Ming out more than ten meters away, just near Hua Shu. Before she had time to react, she saw a flying sword rushing towards her location.

Panicked Zhonghua Shu hurriedly avoided, but the Feijian did not retract it. Instead, it seemed to lock her and kept attacking her.