A dull, but a little angry voice rang from the side of Jiang Fenghua.

"You, you!" Jiang Fenghua almost trembled and turned his head, his palm was also buckled on the shoulder of the handsome son, but ... but did not use the slightest strength!

"Who sent you here, say it, maybe, I can spare you a life." Bai Jinyi's mouth showed a smile without a temperature, his eyes were like ice.

Bai Jinyi’s voice was very light, but Jiang Fenghua did not answer immediately.

"Go to death!" Jiang Fenghua opened his mouth, and the body suddenly burst into a spiritual force. The blue flame in his hand was even worse. He grabbed the flame with one palm and pressed the chest to Bai Jinyi.

Jiang Fenghua Linger's eighth-order repair, the two are close at hand, his speed is very fast, but ... the golden flame, faster.

Boom!

Jiang Fenghua’s palm is a few inches away from Bai Jinyi’s chest, and the golden flame has climbed his arm.

"Ah ~ ~" Jiang Fenghua's arm hurts, the blue flame in the palm is swallowed up by the starry sky of Bai Jinyi, and the golden flame is attached to the arm of Jiang Fenghua and continues to burn.

"Ah--" Jiang Fenghua twisted his body and screamed, but did not dare to touch the burning arm with his hand.

Jiang Fenghua knows clearly that this is a different fire! More than a dozen times more fire than your own beast! Touching it with your hand will only make you die faster.

Bai Jinyi glanced at Jiang Fenghua, who was rolling on the ground. His mind was moved and his spirits were explored. Under the control of Bai Jinyi, the starry sky was slowly stripped from the body of Jiang Fenghua.

"Don't say, your other arm is gone." Bai Jinyi said faintly.

Jiang Fenghua gasped and gasped. In just a few seconds, he had an arm that had been burned to the ashes and spread to his shoulders.

"No, no one is pointing me." Jiang Fenghua blinked.

"The refining pharmacist, without his hands and his skills, can be abolished." Bai Jinyi's heart was moving, the golden fire wall, Jiang Fenghua on the ground approached a few points.

"I, I said, you don't kill me?" Jiang Fenghua sneaked a few feet and let himself be farther away from the golden flame.

This kind of fire not only burned Jiang Wenhua's arm, but also burned most of his body's spiritual power.

Bai Jinyi nodded.

"Well, I said." Jiang Fenghua swallowed and said slowly: "Yes, the seven emperors."

"Hmmm? Hehe." Bai Jinyi laughed.

When the eyes were cold, the starry sky was too vain and moved to the foot of Jiang Fenghua.

"Ah--" screams came out again.

When Bai Jinyi received a different fire, Jiang Fenghua’s one foot was also turned into ashes, and the broken mouth was black, and even the blood could not flow.

"Seven princes? You are the eighth-order cultivator of the spirits, and the vice president of the Bingzhen National Pharmacists' Union, will listen to a small prince, you think, I will believe it!" Bai Jinyi's voice suddenly increased a few points, let People smell the chill.

"Between life and death, this question is a good choice." Bai Jinyi's voice lightened and continued, putting pressure on Jiang Fenghua.

"I, I don't know who they are. A few years ago, two mysterious people came to me and asked me to do things for them. I couldn't beat them, only, and I had to obey." Jiang Fenghua's eyes were dim, and he said The truth.

"Mysterious people? What are the two men's costumes?" Bai Jinyi asked.

"One of them, one I can't remember, has always been another contact with me. Every time he comes out, he wears a gray cloak." Jiang Fenghua looked at Bai Jinyi's plain face and was afraid that Bai Jinyi would not believe it. Added another sentence: "I said everything is true! You said, you don't kill me!"