"The strength is already so strong...can you easily repel even the third stage of the Heavenly Level Red Realm's road-breaking style?"
"It's true...it's better to catch it early than to catch it right..."
The three instructors all praised something as if they had seen it with their own eyes. However, the disciples in the red silk team and the yellow silk team in front of them did not know what was going on. Even the mother-in-law who was among them was suddenly startled.
He was stunned, eyes wide open, looking for what was suddenly appearing in front of him.
"boom!"
With a heavy impact, Murong Yilan finally managed to resolve his broken path. Panting, he looked carefully at the figure that appeared after the dust gradually settled in the middle...
"Ah! It's Sister Feixue!" Cai Niang and Xin Yue shouted out almost at the same time.
On the broad bluestone square, the dust gradually dispersed. The strong wind calmed down, revealing a peerless woman with flying black hair and a cold face. She was dressed in a white robe, and she was still and elegant.
There was a hint of coquettishness that could not be concealed. Her beautiful eyes turned, revealing a cold light, which looked like Murong Yilan.
On the tight, cold face, the eyes were like dark clouds holding lightning, and the black eyes were bottomless.
She opened her thin lips slightly and said coldly: "Who gave you the courage to touch my people?"
Surprised by Murong Feixue's question, Murong Yilan was really startled! Her expression froze on her face, and she felt that the voice was like a cold poisonous snake wrapping around her back, and she couldn't help but feel a chill running through her body.
Yi. The hand that clenched the hilt of the sword shook slightly unconsciously...
Such Murong Feixue seemed like a different person! She was not the submissive fourth sister she knew before. That Murong Feixue had never dared to talk to her so arrogantly. His eyes could not be so sharp, and his aura could not be possible.
So horrifying. Is the woman in front of me still the same Murong Feixue?
For a moment, Murong Yilan was so stunned that she forgot to answer Murong Feixue's words. She just stared at Murong Feixue's face, trying to find a trace of the former Murong Feixue.
After being shocked, Murong Yilan looked unconcerned again. She thought in her heart, even if this Murong Feixue is not the fourth sister she could call around and drink, she is just a heaven-level red realm whose cultivation is lower than her own.
A disciple, even if he acquires a subtle trick, will not be his opponent. As long as he casually uses some powerful moves, he can defeat Murong Feixue.
Thinking of this, Murong Yilan's face returned to the previous contemptuous look. Standing in front of Murong Feixue, she said with a sarcastic smile: "A nobody like you, you still want to compete with me? When
Don’t you really know how to write the word ‘death’?”
However, Murong Feixue no longer continued to waste words with Murong Yilan.
She just took a breath and concentrated her profound energy on her hands. First, she sent the seriously injured Pan Niang to Xin Yue in the rear, so that they could receive treatment together. Beside Xin Yue and Pan Niang, there were also
Zhang Mingliang was bandaged. They were all covered in blood and looked miserable. One more glance made the anger in Murong Feixue's heart burn even more intensely!
"Sister Feixue, that Murong Yilan is very powerful. When she competed at Tianfeng Academy, she defeated dozens of heaven-level masters from the other three academies by herself. Don't underestimate the enemy..."
