Of course, the choice is to enchant

The dragon boat, which had already calmed down, swayed like a mountain shaking for a while, and the flying sand and rocks were blown thousands of miles into the sky.

Wuming had to cover his face with his hands to barely open his eyes, just in time to see the aura shields set up by the disciples around him shattered under the strong wind, and then embarrassed in Wuming's eyes of "I learned, so it can still be like this", Cover eyes and nose with wide sleeves.

Sun Ming, who was suspended in the air, was almost blown away by the sudden gust of wind. Seeing the disciples on the dragon boat swaying from side to side, he said in a deep voice, "Protect your uncles and get on the flying magic weapon!"

Wuming, who was about to take advantage of the chaos and sneak out, felt bad.

Sure enough, before he was completely squeezed out of the crowd, he was carried by several disciples and flew onto a super large floating dust.

In the eyes of everyone, the extremely strong dragon boat became ruins in a short period of time.

When all the disciples got on the flying magic weapon, Sun Ming also had trouble.

The opponent made troubles repeatedly, but he didn't even show his face. He didn't back down after hearing the name of Wangxian City, and he didn't kill him.

Thinking of this possibility, Sun Ming could not wait to lower his posture to the lowest level when he shouted again, "The younger generation disturbed the senior because they didn't know the rules for the first time, so I would like to ask the senior to make it easier for the younger generation to send these ignorant disciples to the Longyin battlefield. Come back and plead guilty."

"Hmph, shameless and cunning fairy clan, do you think that the Longyin battlefield is related to the important affairs of the three clans, so you can force the king to let you go?"

A tall figure suddenly appeared in front of Sun Ming.

Although he claims to be a king, he is extremely sloppy.

His hair looks like an abandoned bird's nest, and his clothes are full of holes. He looks like a living beggar gang master.

While talking, the big man folded his two fan-like palms together, and the corners of his messy hair were faintly exposed, and the brows were full of shocking hostility and gloom.

Sun Ming's heart sank in a straight line. Although he was not a demon, he was a demon who had a prejudice against the fairy.

It's better to meet the demons, at least you can save money and avoid disaster.

"The Great King" Sun Ming smiled bitterly, not daring to underestimate the other party because of his slovenly appearance, "How dare I threaten the King? I don't know how the King can let us go?"

Dare to call himself a great king in the three-way zone, this big monster is at least a Xuanxian cultivation base.

Regardless of the fact that Sun Ming is now a true immortal, he is only a big realm behind Xuanxian, and it is not an exaggeration to say that his strength and status are vastly different.

Or to put it more simply, a newly promoted Profound Immortal can beat a stack of True Immortals and have room for consummation.

Tan Fan's face was gloomy, his eyes swept across the group of people again, and he sneered, "Why are the whole boat like a turtle, no, you are better than a turtle, after all, a turtle can't be beaten After touching the left side of the cheek, the right side of the face is still brought up."

Saying this, even Sun Ming, who was only thinking of calming things down, couldn't help turning black, let alone the following young disciples who hadn't been out of Wangxian City.

Immediately, an impatient little disciple rushed towards Tan Fan with a sword in his hand, "Presumptuous, how dare you..."

Wuming closed his eyes, unable to bear to watch the next scene.

The little disciple was knocked to the ground, not by Tan Fan but by Sun Ming.

Before the other disciples raised any objections, an overwhelming coercion came from above, in which comfort and suppression coexisted, and it was obviously Sun Ming's handwriting.

Wuming looked at the two disciples on the left and right who were trembling with cold sweat, tapped his finger on the jade pendant around his waist, and secretly held his breath, although he still couldn't breathe out from the trembling, but luckily he was born whiter than others , the man-made shortness of breath also matched his pale face.

Tan Fan didn't even look at the young disciple who was knocked down, his face seemed to be overflowing with gloom and gradually turned numb.

Today's picture has existed in his imagination countless times, but after it was realized, he didn't even get one-tenth of the happiness when he imagined it.

The Wangxian city gate people who lowered their heads are nothing more than that!

He knew that the people in front of him had no grievances with him, but he was not willing to let Tan Fan let go of the punching bag that came to his door so easily.

Um?Tan Fan's unconscious glance stopped.

Wuming worked very hard to make himself look like a group. He almost used all the little tricks he had researched these days, and even took the time to see the differences between the left and right 'same disciples', and whose performance is more worthy of imitation .

Just when he felt that his throat was dry after exhaling for too long, and his legs were shaking instead, the King of the Mountain who hadn't spoken for a long time finally spoke again, "Leave the little fairy in the red dress as my servant to make amends, you can go away!" .”

Before the words were finished, the wall of people around Wuming who was very distressed disappeared in an instant, and only Wuming stood alone on the entire flying magic weapon.

Wuming no longer panted, her legs stopped shaking, and she looked around the empty surroundings in disbelief.

No, aren't you unable to move because of coercion?

Besides, everyone didn't look up, so why do you think that the "little fairy in red" in the mouth of the King of the Mountain is talking about him?

However, even though Wuming rolled his eyes out of his sockets, he couldn't find the second person in red.

Except that he wished to break away from Wangxiancheng immediately and changed his clothes shortly after boarding the dragon boat, the others, including Sun Ming, were all wearing the wide-sleeved white clothes characteristic of Wangxiancheng.

Sun Ming, who personally knocked down the disciple without frowning, heard Tan Fan's words, and almost fell from mid-air when his eyes went dark.

Encountered a big demon who was hostile to the fairy clan in the three-way zone, and after repeated pressure, he only asked to leave a little fairy as a servant. If this little fairy didn't designate Wuming, he would definitely agree to it without saying a word.

But this big demon chose the person whom Immortal Shan Ling personally told him to take care of.

If he followed the big demon's wishes and returned to Wangxian City in the future, how would he face the anger of Shanling Immortal?

If it doesn't go well...not to mention the confession of Immortal Shan Ling, even he himself may not be able to return to Wangxian City.

"You don't want to?" With Tan Fan shouting angrily, the surrounding air seemed to be much more oppressive than before.

Sun Ming faced the oncoming suffocation, and said with difficulty, "Your Majesty, why don't you choose another person, or choose some senior brothers who grew up together, and pity that they can take care of them. Therefore, this son is not talented. Elder Xuanxian has taken care of him in every possible way, but his cultivation has not broken through to Sanxian, so he may not be able to serve the King well."

"Is this the sincerity you want to make amends to me?" Tan Fan's blue-gray pupils lit up with a little fire in the center, adding a bit of ferocity to the already terrifying posture.

The disciples below only saw Tan Fan waving his hand, and Sun Ming fell like a kite with a broken string, no, it hit Wuming's feet, and even brought their flying magic weapon to the ground at high speed.

Some disciples chased in the direction where the flying magic weapon fell without hesitation, but some disciples were still standing still in the air, exchanging glances that they only understood.

Tan Fan snorted coldly and landed three steps away from Sun Ming and Wuming with a wave of his hand. The disciples who were stagnant in mid-air landed faster than the disciples who flew down, and once again raised dust all over the sky.

Tan Fan's figure was also obscured by the dust, but the resentment in his voice came to his face, "It's nothing to have Xuanxian as a backer, don't you think the little demons that the fairy city took away these years are all without fathers and without fathers?" Mother's orphan? Since you don't want this little fairy to stay, why don't you all stay!"

Sun Ming took Tan Fan's palm and exhausted his spiritual power. The injury he received from the high altitude was heavier than that of Wuming, whose cultivation level was far behind his but was covered in treasures. When he opened his mouth, there was only a few mouthfuls of blood, and he couldn't speak at all.

Wuming clenched the snow-colored longbow in his hand and loosened it again, took out a porcelain bottle, opened Sun Ming's mouth and poured it down.

It's a pity that Wuming didn't have the elixir that would allow a true immortal to rise to two great realms in a short period of time, and he was afraid that the injury on Sun Ming's body would soon make the big demon unhappy, so he could only take some medicine that was slightly worse.

Even the slightly inferior medicine in Wuming's eyes allowed the pale-faced Sun Ming to regain his spirit visibly with the naked eye.

Sun Ming breathed a sigh of relief, and impatiently wanted to intercede to let the big monster calm down, but he covered his mouth with his own hand, and immediately froze on the spot, forgetting what he was about to say.

Under the gaze of almost everyone, Wuming stood tall and straight in front of Tan Fan holding his snow-colored longbow tightly. Although he had to raise his head to look directly at him, he was not timid at all, "I'll stay, you let them go."

Tan Fan silently stared at the boy in front of him.

He can't be considered young, his cultivation base is low, his body is full of treasures that shouldn't be in this realm, and he has a firm tone of youth.

The fire in the blue-gray pupils dimmed slightly, and Tan Fan snorted coldly, acquiescing to the answer.

Sun Ming immediately came back to his senses, "No, you..."

"Why not?" The disciple who hit the ground stood up from the dust in embarrassment, his sharp voice pierced the sky, "He was originally a koi demon, but now he is just returning it to the demon clan!"

Wuming was surprised how anyone here would know his identity, and subconsciously turned to look at Sun Ming, only to see that Sun Ming was also full of bewilderment.

In the next second, a big hand suddenly appeared between Wuming's neck.

Wuming was abruptly lifted from the ground by the big demon, his feet were off the ground and he was forced to look at the big monster's eyes that were almost lit by the flames.

This distance allowed Wuming to finally be able to see the big demon's face covered by messy hair, and even see the uncontrollable trembling muscles on the big demon's face clearly.

"Are you a monster? I can't see through your real body. You have eaten the qi fruit, you traitor!"

Wuming heard a crunching sound, and his neck broke.

Then the breath seemed to be far away from him, and Wuming could still see his own feet as if swinging on a swing out of the corner of his eyes, and the spirit beads on the boots that were bigger than lychees were shining brightly.

Thanks to the genie who went mad with him.

He has mastered two new skills.

Reiki Pain Relief

skin breathing

Wuming straddled the snow-colored longbow that never left his hand, and grabbed the big hand on his neck with both hands, and immediately felt the warm touch.

Tsk, it's bleeding.

"Wh, what is it, gas erosion fruit?"