Feng Ying's eyes moved, and Feng Tianfang didn't believe that these evil beasts were all killed by Duanmu Yawang. If so many spirit crystals were snatched from them, it would be the second stage.

What's more, in addition to them, there are one or two people who can skip the second stage and enter the third stage.

The temptation was too great, he was thinking about the spirit crystal all over his head, and he didn't even think about who could kill if it weren't for Duanmu Yawang's killing, and kill the spirit crystal without taking it?

He hummed: "Do you think we would be afraid of you as a blue-eyed person?"

Duanmu Yawang watched him not speak, his eyes slanted with Feng Ying.

Feng Ying's face was deep, and he was obviously more brainy than Feng Tian: "Gongyu, you must stay a bit as a human being. You can't eat too much, otherwise it will be bad for everyone."

After the words, his eyes deeply said: "How about three to seven points? You three, and the five of us seven."

There are too many evil beasts, so many spirit crystals are not of much use to Duanmu Yawang. Duanmu Yawang actually only wants the spirit crystals of the biggest evil beast. That evil beast is not only ninth level, it is estimated to be two or three hundred. Young, the spirit crystal has a very powerful effect.

She just wants to get one.

It doesn't matter if the other things are needed or not.

However, if I don't want it, it's another thing to force her to let go.

"Why do I have to score three or seven points with you what I got by myself?"

Feng Ying's hand holding the sword tightened, and he spoke with an implicit warning: "Master Gongyu, you have a small stomach and can't swallow so many things, so why bother? When you return to the sect, don't blame us. You're welcome, after all, there are seven or eight lives."

Duanmu Yawang made a cut and reminded him: "Master Fengying, the dead can't speak."

"It's a big breath!"

Feng Tianfang sneered, and the argument with Duanmu Yawang had exhausted all his patience. He said to the three fellows behind him: "Don't worry about this rubbish, it's a waste of time, let's gouge Lingjing!"

"Yes!"

Feng Tianfang's colleagues had long been staring at the spirit crystals in these dead beasts, and they walked toward the beasts excitedly as if a pie fell from the sky.

When they walked to the evil beast, they were about to lift their swords and began to gouge them. There was a sneer in their ears, and then only felt a light breeze flashing by, and then a few swishes of sharp swords piercing the skin sounded, and they had no time to react. I felt a sharp pain in my hand, and the sword in my hand could not be grasped firmly, and it fell to the ground with a clanging sound.

After reacting, the three of them looked down and found that the tendon of their right hand holding the sword was broken, and the wound was deeply visible, and blood was flowing out!

"what!"

Several people screamed, holding their wrists and staring at Duanmu Yawang, who did not know when he had returned to the place, and said angrily: "Do you dare to hurt us? We must sue you for hurting your companions in front of Lord Mo!"

Duanmu Yawang raised her eyebrows indifferently: "Aren't you still going to sue me for killing my comrades? It's not bad anymore."

"You... hiss!"

The three wanted to say something, but the pain and the bleeding wounds made them lose the energy to continue speaking, and said to Feng Tianfang in horror: "Young Master, what should we do, we don't have medicine!"

Little Lord?

Duanmu Ya looked and squinted, it turned out that Feng Tianfang was still the young master of Fen Tianzong.

However, she seems to remember that the Lan family called the Sect Master of Fen Tianzong to be Sect Master Feng...

Feng Tianfang didn't expect Duanmu Yawang to be so unscrupulous, and directly injured the three of them when he shot!

Feng Tianfang is the young master. The people who hurt their sect in front of him are just like peeing on his site. They can’t bear it. court death!"

After he finished speaking, he immediately drew out his sword, a boost of energy, and he was about to slash towards Duanmu Yawang in the air!

"Master Gongyu!"

The sword in Feng Tianfang's hand bloomed with purple light, and she knew it was a good sword at a glance. Moreover, she knew that Feng Tianfang was a little bit no brainer, but because of his strength, he was loved by the family, so she indulged.

Therefore, she was a little worried about Duanmu Yawang.

However, how could Duanmu Yawang be afraid of such a second generation ancestor Feng Tianfang?

Although the sword was very beautiful when he swung it over, and its strength had definitely reached the level of the Spirit Sovereign, but now she, the level of the Spirit Sovereign in her eyes, is just like a child swinging a wooden sword, without the slightest threat. .

Feng Tianfang waved it two or three times, and Duanmu Yawang took a casual hide. Feng Tianfang's three swords stabbed in the air. He was shocked and looked towards Duanmu Ya, and faced a pair of smiling blue eyes.

Those blue eyes were shining like stars, incredibly beautiful.

However, in Feng Tianfang's view, Duanmu Yawang's smile at this time is undoubtedly the biggest irony to him. How could he let a blue-eyed person play with him when so many people watched it?

Does he want more face?

A flame was lit up in his eyes, and he gritted his teeth: "Look at the sword!"

Shu Shu Shu Shu Sword stabbed at the famous team member, but did not even touch the corners of Duan Mu Yawang's clothes. Feng Tianfang's three colleagues were shocked, even Feng Ying narrowed his eyes, with dim light flashing under his eyes.

After a continuous call, Feng Tianfang still failed to hurt Duanmu Yawang a bit, so he became more and more anxious.

Duanmu Yawang looked at him and said lightly: "Master Feng, you don't seem to be able to use swords very much?"

Feng Tianfang was already angry enough. Hearing Duanmu Yawang's words, his heart, liver, spleen and lungs were almost exploded. "You lowly thing, who can say that who can't use a sword?"

The word low makes Duanmu Yawang's eyes burst into cold light.

She smiled softly, "Master Feng, why don't you see, how do I make the sword? Watch it well, I won't charge you tuition."

After that, he didn't wait for Feng Tianfang to react. Feng Tianfang only felt a gust of wind before him, and then he remembered a few times, and then he started to suffer from severe pain in his arms, body, and legs. Come.

Almost instantly, the sword in his hand also fell to the ground, and at the same time, his whole person knelt to the ground uncontrollably, bleeding from his body continuously.

"Tsk tsk."

Duanmu Yawang stood in front of him and said with a smile: "Didn't I say that there is no charge? What are you doing with me? I don't accept disciples, and it's useless if you kneel down!"

"You, what did you do to me?"

Feng Tianfang only felt that his whole body was in pain. He wanted luck to relieve the pain and clear the veins, but found that his body was constantly leaking out. He didn't understand at first, but after scanning the wound on his body, he realized that he was on his hands and legs. The muscles and veins of many important acupuncture points on the shoulder are all picked off!