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

Her surroundings also became a vacuum zone.

Many monsters were frightened by the cruelty and retreated one after another.

Feng Yanyuan also chased after him and killed him.

But she used her spiritual power. What she had learned before was magic, so even if she didn't have any spiritual skills now, she wouldn't be in trouble.

She closed her hands together and kept changing, holding complex hand techniques. Her body was surrounded by cyan spiritual power.

"It's the wind attribute——"

Someone said something and attracted a lot of attention. Among the eight attributes, wind, ice and thunder are rare attributes. Generally, those with one of these three attributes are geniuses.

A genius actually came to Anjo!

Feng Yanyuan didn't care about anyone else. The cyan spiritual power solidified and turned into sharp blades. In an instant, it turned into hundreds of blades, hanging above her head.

"Go!" The red lips moved slightly, and the sharp blade above her head rushed out instantly, targeting the monster in front of her.

Swipe, swipe, swipe, wherever the sharp blade touches, there are corpses.

"The destructive power of her spiritual power is so strong!" Someone noticed the important point and realized that it was only at the third level of body tempering that she could cause so much damage.

Many monsters died.

"The purity of her spiritual power is very high!"

Feng Yanyuan's expression did not change when she heard other people's comments. She took two steps back and continued to perform the hand gestures. She raised her eyebrows and her eyes were cold. She flew up and smacked her white palm down from the air, "Broken - "

With her as the center, the cyan spiritual power spread out instantly, rushing towards the surrounding monsters with a dangerous aura.

Low-level monsters are basically unable to withstand her attacks.

This is very powerful, she is only at the third level of body tempering.

Feng Yanyuan's lips curled up slightly, looking at the corpses of monsters and beasts all over the ground, she put them into the space ring without any disdain. They were all spiritual stones and cultivation resources, which a poor person couldn't afford to offend.

Many people who admired her twitched their lips when they saw this scene.

It's too inconsistent.

"May I ask what I call the girl? I'm here, Lu Yan!" Suddenly a rough voice sounded from the rear right.

Feng Yanyuan turned around and met the man's open-minded smile.

He was dressed in black attire and wore a mercenary badge on his chest. Looking closely, he saw that he was a fourth-grade mercenary.

It's pretty awesome in Anseong.

Feng Yanyuan raised the corner of her mouth, "Feng Yanyuan!"

Don’t change your name when you’re working, don’t change your surname when you’re sitting down.

She is Feng Yanyuan.

"I want to make friends with Miss Feng."

"Let's talk." The smile on Feng Yanyuan's lips deepened. Friends are not just talkative.

Before Lu Yan could speak, she turned around and threw herself into the battlefield again.

Using magic and fists at the same time, a two-pronged approach, it is hard to separate from the battle with monsters.

She was immersed in the battlefield, and her spiritual power seemed to be endless. Others said in their hearts, perverted.

They didn't know that what was even more perverted was that Feng Yanyuan's body was constantly absorbing spiritual energy during the battle.

And she herself didn't notice that the restriction attached to her spiritual root was glowing slightly, and the color of one of them was fading at an extremely slow speed.

"That girl is very strange." On the city wall, the city lord looked at the battle below and said.

Next to him stood an old man in gray-blue robes, who was the president of the Anjo Alchemist Guild.

The faces of the two look very similar, but they can be distinguished at a glance. The city lord has a cold temperament, while the president seems to always have a smile on his face.

"This must be my first time in Anjo, but did you hear her name just now?"

"Are you talking about the third princess of the Night Kingdom?" The city lord responded quickly, "But that princess was born without spiritual roots and is a waste."

There is no way a waste can become a genius.

"There are many wonders in the world."

"Even if she could practice, she wouldn't have been able to reach this level in less than a year. And if you look at the spiritual skills she uses, her proficiency must have been practiced for at least several years."

"Everyone in Qianyuan Continent can practice cultivation when he is fifteen years old."

The city lord paused and said, "She is probably around twenty."

The president smiled and said nothing, he felt it was not that simple.

Feng Yanyuan was furious. After her spiritual power was almost gone, she took a spirit-restoring pill. After recovering her spiritual power, she continued day and night.

It makes people more and more admired.

It wasn't until she was exhausted that she retreated from the battlefield and flew up to the tower.

There were runes drawn by her on her dress, and the blood couldn't get on it, so she still looked as calm as ever.

The mask on his face was as motionless as a mountain, and his starry eyes were extremely sharp.

Ignoring the others, Feng Yanyuan walked out of the crowd.

As she walked slowly down the street, she knew someone was following her.

After checking with her mental power, two men at the sixth level of body tempering seemed to want to rob her.

But Feng Yanyuan is not afraid. Most cities in the Qianyuan Continent have regulations that prohibit fighting in the city. Violators will be arrested by the city's guards, blacklisted, and will also be punished.

If two people have conflicts, they can agree to go to the gladiatorial arena in the city to compete.

You can also sign a life and death certificate.

Feng Yanyuan wandered around for a long time before ditching the person and going to the yard she was looking for.

Nowadays, the inns in the city are basically full, and it is a bit difficult to find a place to stay.

Feng Yanyuan placed a layer of restrictions and entered Futian Tower.

She must hurry up and refine weapons.

There happened to be an extremely hard obsidian in my hand.

Entering the alchemy room, Feng Yanyuan took out the materials, then took out the stove, and started to light the fire...

boom--

She was thrown out by a force and fell directly to the floor of the room.

Fengyan Yuan...

She calmly got up and patted her butt. What?

Mumu, "Master, were you kicked out?"

Feng Yanyuan refused to admit it, "No, I was not careful. I should not be able to refine weapons in the alchemy room."

When she reacted, the corner of her mouth twitched hard.

This rule is really tough.

No leeway is given.

"Oh, okay, I thought you were kicked out. This would be too embarrassing."

"...Why do you feel so happy that I am embarrassed?"

"Hehe, no, no, I just feel embarrassed."

Feng Yanyuan choked and her face turned dark.

She was too lazy to pay attention to anyone, so she took out the materials and planned to refine it in the room. However, it was destined that she would not be able to refine it tonight.

Before it even started, I suddenly noticed a strong murderous intention.

Feng Yanyuan shuddered and put away all the materials with a sweep of her hand. She stared at the top of the yard warily.

"The vigilance is good." Slowly, a figure appeared above the yard.

The eighth level of Qi training——

His robes rustled in the night wind.

Feng Yanyuan looked at him steadily, "Can I leave my name for the coming general?"

"You don't deserve to know."

You don't play your cards according to the routine, Feng Yanyuan muttered in her heart, her face relaxed, but in fact her mind was spinning. How could she escape?

With her current strength, if she tried her best and used the Divine Soul Art, she could barely escape from someone below the sixth level of Qi training. The eighth level of Qi training was a bit difficult.

"Then you have to tell me who wants my life, right? Have mercy on me, don't be an unknown ghost." She was about to cry.

"..."

The man in mid-air didn't say anything anymore, and he swept over with murderous intent on his face.