"Little girl, you need to have capital to play with fire. You can't learn it with just a few exercises. There is something called Fire Spirit, do you know?"

Pang Zhenjiang smiled brightly, making people believe that he would win this time.

However, in the face of his provocation, Xinxian seemed to have no feelings, tilted her head, and looked at Pang Zhenjiang like an idiot.

Pang Zhenjiang's fire spirit had already flew behind Xinxian, and he was about to hurt her from behind.

The next moment, a small fuzzy thing suddenly appeared, and a leap directly threw Pang Zhenjiang's fire spirit to the ground.

Seeing this scene, the smile on Pang Zhenjiang's face instantly cracked!

The disciples below were also excited!

"Another fire spirit! Ling Xinxian actually has fire spirit!"

"She has used fire-type exercises so many times, but hasn't she seen her summon the fire spirit?"

"Not summoning is necessary, it doesn't mean there is no one! Just like she has so many weapons, does she have to display it every time she fights?"

However, this wave of boiling has not ended yet, and the next wave of higher boiling has arrived instantly!

"I'll go! Pang Zhenjiang's fire spirit was beaten! He was pressed to the ground and beaten to death!"

"Mom! The fire feathers on Pang Zhenjiang's little firebird will be pulled out by the little firebird!"

"Ling Xinxian's fire spirit is so cute, but how cruel the fight is in such a fierce way?"

"Wait! That little fire beast seems to be plucking her hair on her head. Do you want to pull the other party into a bald bird?"

"It seems yes! Is the Fire Spirit so spiritual? Slap people in the face, kill birds and pull hair? Why is this personality exactly the same as Ling Xinxian!"

Seeing that his fire spirit was pressed to the ground and plucked his hair, Pang Zhenjiang's eyes were so sharp that his eyes were about to fall off, and he didn't know how to react for a moment.

Xinxian looked at his dumb look and asked kindly: "What level of cultivation level is your Fire Spirit?"

"Of course it's the third level. Is there a higher-level fire spirit? Looking at the entire immortal world, there is absolutely no one higher-level fire spirit than mine!" Pang Zhenjiang almost roared.

Xinxian was stunned. Is this the market in the world of immortal cultivation? She has never understood it.

She touched her nose and said innocently, "My fire spirit is from the eighth level. Are you sure you don't save your fire spirit?"

Hearing this, Pang Zhenjiang widened his eyes and almost couldn't carry it over in one breath, Eighth!

When he realized it, he rushed over to save his fire spirit.

Xinxian kindly did not stop him and asked him to go.

At that time, Xiaohong, who was in a bad temper, was in a fierce battle, and suddenly someone came to disturb her.

It was so angry that it was so angry that it would blow it. It would lift its big butt and a ball of fire spurt over.

Pang Zhenjiang didn't expect it to be so spiritual and knew how to defend and counterattack. He was caught off guard and blew his face out of breath.

"ah…"

Pang Zhenjiang's face was burned instantly. He took a few steps back and quickly used his spiritual power to suppress the burns on his face.

Now he finally got a precaution and began to use his spiritual power to prepare to knock Xiaohong away from him.

However, as soon as his spiritual power was activated, he saw Xiaohong stepping on the bald bird's head and staring at Pang Zhenjiang with a threatening look on his face.

It seems to be saying, if you dare to do something, I will kill you, the stupid bird!

At that moment, Pang Zhenjiang was completely shocked.

So cruel?

The spiritual power in his hand has been condensed and he dared not fight it out.

He may not be able to fight for cultivation and strength, but the bird is in the hands of others...

If such a good fire spirit is gone, what is the difference between taking his life?

He immediately turned his head to look at Ling Xinxian: "Is it okay to return my fire spirit to me? This is just a competition!"
Chapter completed!