The scumbag who broke off the engagement, the emperor's daughter fell off the horse and shocked

In the dilapidated yard, Feng Yanyuan, who was lying on the ground covered in blood, after receiving the memories in her mind, her eyes flashed with coldness.

Her soul was not destroyed, and she traveled to this otherworld where the strong were respected. However, although she was born into the royal family, she had no spiritual roots at all and could not practice cultivation. She was always regarded as a shame by the royal family.

Fuu laughed mockingly, "Haha, princess, look, trash is trash, you can't resist even if you want to."

The eldest princess Feng Ling watched the play with gusto for a while and felt relaxed.

This ugly loser, how can He De enter into an engagement with Brother Tianyi? Why?

Strong disgust flashed in her eyes, and she took two steps towards Feng Yanyuan, "Third sister, are you very hungry? Are you in pain? Dahei still has some food left, so just keep eating. When you're full, It won’t hurt anymore, be good, by the way, your hands are useless now, so just lie down and eat like Dahei.”

He had a gentle face, but his eyes were filled with intense malice.

And the Dahei she spoke of was a majestic flaming dog, a low-level spiritual beast.

"Fu Rui, 'serve' Third Sister's meal." Fengling smiled, her eyes full of malice.

Fuu smiled and said, "Third princess, I will serve you..."

After saying that, she came over and dragged Feng Yanyuan, who was thinking, like a dog to death, and threw it on the ground. In front of her was a bowl of food mixed with dirt, which she had just gotten in.

Feng Yanyuan looked at the food that was half soil and half rice in front of her, her eyes a little scary.

She thought that a talented girl who was famous in the world of cultivating immortals was bullied by a dog once she fell into despair.

This is the continent where the strong are respected, this is the world where strength is respected.

waste? Oh, she never knew how to write these two words.

"Third princess, please." Fu Ru hated Feng Yan Yuan to death. She had a talent for cultivation, but Feng Yan Yuan was just a waste. Why was she a maid and Feng Yan Yuan a princess?

She pressed Feng Yanyuan's head firmly, her movements were skillful, and it was obviously not the first time.

In Fu Rui's disdainful eyes, Feng Yanyuan's hands were broken and her body was covered in blood. She didn't know where the power came from, and suddenly burst out like a strong wind.

"Trash, you..."

"Bang——" In her incredible eyes, Feng Yanyuan raised her foot, wrapped in spiritual power, and kicked her hard in the heart.

With extreme cruelty.

"Stop!" Fengling's eyes changed.

A contemptuous smile appeared on Feng Yanyuan's lips, and her speed increased by two points.

Although Fu Rui is a slave, she also has spiritual roots and can practice, but her level is very low, only the first level of body tempering.

Moreover, the aura in Feng Yanyuan's eyes was too frightening. Her gaze was as sharp as a knife, as if it could cut open a human being. It was as cold as a bone, like a maggot attached to the bone. She was looking at a dead person.

"Kacha!"

Fu Rui was shocked, unable to dodge at all, and was kicked out, hitting the ground, and her whole chest was completely dented.

A stream of blood suddenly spurted out of his mouth, his pupils were dilated, and he was killed by the 'trash' Feng Yanyuan just after they met him.

Until her death, she never imagined that one day she would die at the hands of the loser she usually bullied.

Feng Ling, who was dressed in gorgeous clothes next to her, seemed to have just reacted. Her eyes widened, "Feng Yanyuan, you... you..."

Feng Yanyuan turned around, and Feng Ling felt that her soul was being strangled, and her words were stuck in her throat.

"You say I'm a waste?"

Feng Ling came back to her senses and suddenly became angry. She subconsciously ignored the wind spiritual power that Feng Yanyuan had used just now, "You loser, you are pretending to be a ghost here. It seems that the torture just now was too light."

She raised her hand, which was covered with red spiritual power.

It is the fire spiritual root.

The third level of body tempering is by no means comparable to the showmanship of Fu Rui just now. Fengling is the eldest princess of the Night Kingdom, with a cyan level and a seven-star fire spiritual root. She is one of the few geniuses in the Night Kingdom.

Looking at Feng Yanyuan was like looking at an ant, "Trash, you will always be a trash. This princess will make you pay for Fu Rui's life."

Feng Yanyuan's expression remained unchanged, always calm. Although her hands were broken, her body was covered in blood, and her face was divided into two extreme colors of black and white, she stood there with a sense of peerless independence for no reason, and her eyes Destroy the world.

This made Fengling even more irritated and angry. She was just a good-for-nothing and ugly person. Why did she look at her like that?

"Trash, go to hell!"

When the spiritual power in Feng Ling's hand came over, Feng Yanyuan had already retreated, and her body was covered with a layer of cyan spiritual power.

The wind spiritual root is much faster than Fengling.

After chasing him around the yard for several times, she was helpless and felt angry, anxious and annoyed.

"Fengyan Yuan, you are not only useless and ugly, but also a coward. Besides hiding, what else can you do?"

Feng Yanyuan smiled, and there was a chill in her eyes, "I will kill you again."

After finishing his words, he tapped his right foot and the person passed by.

Feng Ling's pupils shrank and she used her spiritual power to block it, but she was still a step too slow and was hit by Feng Yanyuan's palm that contained spiritual power. She flew out, hit the courtyard wall and slid down.

"Pfft, cough..." She spat out a mouthful of blood.

Looking at Feng Yanyuan in shock, this trash, her hands...

Feng Yanyuan walked towards Fengling step by step and stretched her recovered wrist.

The destructive power is really good. This body is not a waste at all, but a peerless genius. It is just restricted by others. And she passed through it and broke through the first layer of restrictions due to the divine object Futian Tower. Only then can she use the spirit. force.

Fengling felt the explicit murderous intention, so naturally she didn't want to sit still and wait for death. She got up, formed a seal with her hands, and red spiritual power lingered around her.

She took the initiative and slapped Feng Yanyuan's Tianling Gai hard, her eyes fierce.

Feng Yanyuan heard the sound of breaking through the air in her ears, raised her head slightly, did not dodge, raised her hand to meet it.

boom--

The two people's spiritual powers collided in the air, and Fengling, who was at the third level of body tempering, flew upside down.

Before the shock in her heart could subside, Feng Yanyuan came at her again, faster and more ruthlessly.

The playful smile in her eyes made Feng Ling slightly startled. Suddenly, Feng Ling noticed severe pain on her face.

Warm liquid dripped down.

She was stunned for a moment, and then she went crazy. Feng Yanyuan, a bitch, dared to ruin her appearance!

"Which one of us is ugly now?" Fengling raised her eyebrows and smiled.

It has its own splendor.

Turning the wind spiritual power into a wind blade couldn't be easier for her.

"Bitch, ah! Bitch, go to hell!"

Fengling twisted and yelled. Apart from her talent, what she was proud of was her face.

"Tsk, how ugly." Feng Yanyuan looked at the crazy Feng Ling and smiled brightly.

The spiritual power in her hands poured out as if she didn't need money. Not only did she want Fengling to be ugly, she also wanted to make her a waste.

In Fengling's disbelieving eyes.

puff-

She actually passed through Fengling's spiritual defense shield, inserted her hand directly into Fengling's abdomen, and grabbed Fengling's spiritual root.