Supreme Cultivation System

"Chen Feiyang, I'm serious, you have to believe me, please believe me?" Yu Xian'er stretched out her slender hand to support Chen Feiyang, and said boldly.

"Can you change the subject!" Chen Feiyang said impatiently, being pestered by Yu Xian'er like this, Chen Feiyang would be bored to death even if he died without bleeding.

"What a sweet love story, I really can't bear to come out."

A cold male voice came into the ears of several people, and then a man appeared, dressed in white, holding an orchid finger, picking up a peach blossom, and admiring it swayingly.

"Who are you?"

Chen Feiyang never dreamed that there would be a fourth wave.

He was already bruised and scarred at this time, even if a random expert came along, he could solve Chen Feiyang.

"Didn't you just say that?" The man was still fiddling with the peach blossom in his hand, as if the peach blossom in his hand was more important than anyone else.

"Oh? Why don't I remember?" Chen Feiyang was extremely vigilant, and looked at the puppet girl in front of him.

Is this bitch transgender, bitch, more woman than woman.

"Hehe, I hate it, you actually forgot about him so quickly, he is very upset." The pseudo-mother waved her right hand lightly and smiled.

"Who are you?" Chen Feiyang continued to ask.

"The 11 people you killed just now, you forgot so quickly? What an annoying guy!"

"Xiao Chen Feiyang, let's discuss what to do. You will be my woman and serve me. I promise not to kill you." The pseudo-mother put the peach blossom on her head, stuck it with a hairpin, and then looked at Chen Feiyang.

Chen Feiyang is not a fool, he can tell clearly whether it is a man or a woman, the person in front of him is a fake mother, a man.

"Huh, it's so disgusting." Yu Xian'er shook her body, feeling uncomfortable, and goosebumps fell all over the floor.

"I am the young master's servant, and the young master is my master. The young master asked me to kill you. I spare your life, which is enough to give you face. Don't be ashamed."

"Cultivator? There are many around the young master, and you are not bad."

The pseudo-mother said in a feminine voice, as if she really regarded herself as a woman.

Chen Feiyang could tell that the pseudo-mother in front of her was also a warrior, not a monk.

As for the identity of the pseudonym...do you still have to guess?The little lover who is behind the scenes...

Thinking of the two men... Chen Feiyang felt uncomfortable.

Damn, it's disgusting.

As for the monks that the hypocrite said, there are in this world, but relatively speaking, there are far fewer of them. After all, monks need spiritual roots, and without spiritual roots, they are nothing.

As for the pseudo-mother in front of her, she didn't have any fluctuations in her aura.

There is only one possibility - a heavenly eighth-rank martial artist.

Unexpectedly, a small family would send out a heaven-level eighth-rank warrior, and he was neither male nor female.

"Presumably you should have guessed his strength. That's right, the human level is the eighth-rank warrior of the heaven level. Your strength is not enough in the eyes of others."

"As long as you are friendly with him, he will not kill you, and he will let you serve the young master, increase your strength, and make you live a long life."

The pseudo-mother continued to persuade Chen Feiyang.

Chen Feiyang couldn't take it anymore, he wanted to vomit now.

Damn, why did I meet such a woman? It's so disgusting.

However, Chen Feiyang is not afraid even if he is a heaven-level eighth-rank martial artist.

He is Chen Feiyang, he speaks for himself, he would rather die than surrender, how could he be a fake mother.

"Xian'er, back off, hurry up." Chen Feiyang said gently to Xian'er.

But Yu Xian'er didn't intend to back down.

"Get out!" Chen Feiyang was angry with Xian'er for the first time.

Yu Xian'er's presence here will only drag Chen Feiyang down, so why leave Yu Xian'er here.

As a drag oil bottle?
"Chen Feiyang, people think you are stubborn!"

The pseudo-mother is a heaven-level eighth-rank martial artist, how can she not see what Chen Feiyang means.

Wanting to fight against a heaven-level eighth-rank martial artist is definitely a moth to the flame and self-destruction.

"He is giving you a chance. Surrender. If you are a man and a young master, he promises to let you go."

"And the little girl next to you has to go with her too, young master, women like it too."

The pseudo-mother looked gloomy and looked at Chen Feiyang coldly.

A heaven-level eighth-rank martial artist is equivalent to innate, which is a cross-border existence, and Chen Feiyang has never fought against it.

If Chen Feiyang was at his peak, he could still try, but now...

I'm afraid he can't even exert his strength at the third level, so he's a fart.

But to be a slave to the enemy, and that kind of slave, Chen Feiyang really can't do it.

There is only one way, then, and that is resistance.

"I am a monk, you must have seen it just now, I am a mortal with seventh-rank strength, do you think I will not be able to beat you?"

Chen Feiyang said word by word, hoping to scare off the enemy.

But the hypocrite covered her mouth and snickered: "You, you, you are seriously injured, and you are still talking hard here. If you are at your peak, you can still fight with others a few times."

"But now... you only have to be beaten. Not to mention too much, I can beat you with just a single finger."

"I do not believe!"

Chen Feiyang retorted bluntly, he is already using spiritual energy to recover from his injuries, and if he can recover one point, he will be more confident.

This time the injury was different from the last time, this time the spiritual energy was not lost much, but the two wounds were too big, which directly affected Chen Feiyang's overall strength.

If it wasn't for the support of spiritual energy, Chen Feiyang would have died long ago, how could he still be talking here.

"Don't try to be quick with your tongue for a while, you are already at the end of your strength, ten strokes, no, I can defeat you in three strokes."

The hypocrisy was full of yin, she was even more pussy than a pussy, she was stomped by Fade Chen angrily, like a woman.

"Oh? Do you dare to bet with me? If I can catch you three tricks, do you dare to let us go?" Chen Feiyang gave the puppet woman a cold look, and said.

"Why don't you dare, but you have to promise them that if you can't get up within the three moves, you will be their slaves and serve them all your life, and you will never change your mind."

The pseudo-mother made the conditions, he is not stupid, he can see that Chen Feiyang is strong, he can be said to be a genius, with a little training, he is definitely a character.

Killing Chen Feiyang is not a big deal, but if Chen Feiyang is pulled back to be used by the family, it will definitely be a major force.

Besides, Chen Feiyang has thin skin and tender flesh. He is also handsome and young, just like a puppet mother.

This is also the reason why the puppet girl didn't do anything when she saw that the eagle-eyed man and others were all dead.

"Okay, I promise you, isn't it just three tricks, I can bear it." Chen Feiyang looked at the puppet girl with a firm look in his eyes.

The three moves mentioned by the hypocrite are actually very powerful, and ordinary people cannot resist one move.

You must know that the pseudo-mother is a heaven-level eighth-rank master, not an ordinary person. It is already very difficult for Chen Feiyang to promise to resist three tricks.