Peach Fortune Ring

An earth-shattering roar came from the phantom behind him, and then the phantom gradually solidified and turned into a huge white tiger.

"White tiger with king rank martial spirit!" Lei Jiuming said with a solemn expression.

The next moment, Nangong Wuliang leaped up and merged with the white tiger martial soul, and then, another roar of the tiger resounded.

Immediately, a white shadow shot out, and it came to Song Yan's head in an instant, and then flew out.

"puff!"

The huge tiger claws are indestructible, and wherever they pass, a space crack is directly drawn out of the void.

but!

The white tiger claws still flew into the air, and Song Yan reappeared tens of meters away.

Nangong Wuliang who turned into a white tiger didn't give Song Yan a chance to speak, so he swooped down again, and once again came over Song Yan's head.

For a moment, two figures flickered in the school grounds, and those with low cultivation levels couldn't see clearly at all, only two blurred figures, one big and one small, could be seen.

A quarter of an hour passed in the blink of an eye, and the shadows of the two chasing groups still had no results.

"Oh!"

A soft sound.

The huge white tiger collapsed suddenly, and Nangong Wuliang fell from it, staggering a little.

Transforming into a martial soul requires a huge amount of mental power, not to mention that it is a king rank martial soul, which consumes even more. Nangong Wuliang's ability to last for a quarter of an hour is already very remarkable.

"Now it's my turn to make a move, Nangong Wuliang, are you ready?" Song Yan also appeared, staring at Nangong Wuliang playfully and said.

As soon as the voice fell, it appeared in Song Yan's hand. Then, he stepped on an unpredictable footwork, and the flashes in his hand turned into more than 30 long swords and pierced Nangong Wuliang's body's key points.

[Author's digression]: Second update

Chapter 823 Martial Sage Comes to Vote

Compatible with the Wang Rank Martial Soul, Nangong Wuliang's true qi did not consume much, but his spiritual power was extremely consumed.

He could see Song Yan's lightning-fast attack clearly and knew how to dodge it, but his physical reaction was delayed by a beat.

When masters compete, what they seek is a thin line of difference.

The body's reaction was a bit slow, so Nangong Wuliang was hit by the sword, with more than 30 swords in his body, and the sword saw blood. For a moment, his whole body was stained red with blood.

"Trash, you can't even stop me!"

Song Yan put away his sword and stood, looking at Nangong Wuliang with disdain on his face.

Hearing these humiliating words, Nangong Wuliang was aggrieved to the extreme. If it wasn't for his exhaustion of mental power, how could he not be able to avoid it?

But now he is suffering.

"This time, I won't kill you. If you dare to insult Jue Wuxue next time, I will take your dog's head!"

After leaving a word, Song Yan turned around and left without looking at Nangong Wuliang again.

Nangong Wuliang, who was standing on his back, had a grim face, his eyes were full of resentment and hatred, and he roared in his heart: "Huang Liang, one day I will ask you to pay the price!"

"Come here, take Mr. Nangong down for treatment!"

Lei Jiuming shouted in a deep voice, and soon, someone went up to help Nangong Wuliang away, looking at his back, Lei Jiuming frowned deeply.

"Husband, are you worried about Huang Liang?" Madam Lei asked softly.

"Yes." Lei Jiuming sighed and nodded: "Chu Ge's old man joined the cabinet not long ago, and his foundation is not stable, but Nian Ge's old man's foundation is extremely deep, and Nangong Wuliang is his most beloved little disciple. If we join forces, Huang Liang's situation will become very difficult."

Mrs. Lei nodded approvingly: "If I knew this, I shouldn't have matched Huang Liang and Wu Xue, otherwise, I wouldn't...!"

the other side.

Not long after Song Yan returned to his courtyard, Jue Wuxue followed closely.

"Huang Liang, I have caused you to be troubled by this matter, I'm sorry." Jue Wuxue said with guilt on her face, now that Song Yan has injured Nangong Wuliang, if Nian Ge Lao pursues it, Song Yan's situation will become extremely dangerous .

Seeing this, Song Yan's heart moved, and his face darkened on purpose: "Is it over with a word of sorry?"

"Then what do you want?" Jue Wuxue said weakly.

"I have made such a big sacrifice for you, at least you have to give me a kiss!" A smirk appeared on Song Yan's face.

Hearing this, Jue Wuxue's pretty face couldn't help turning red, and then she glanced at Song Yan with some awkwardness: "Close your eyes."

Song Yan couldn't help being taken aback, he was deliberately teasing Jue Wuxue, but she didn't expect that she would agree to his rude condition.

However, if you don't take advantage of the bastard, he quickly closed his eyes.

Although he closed his eyes, he could feel that Jue Wuxue was approaching him, and her slightly rapid breathing showed that she was very nervous now.

Suddenly, Song Yan felt his cheeks wet, but two soft lips were printed on his right cheek.

"Brother Huang, I brought you tea."

A sudden voice sounded.

"what!"

Immediately there was an exclamation, and Jue Wuxue retreated again and again, then turned around and ran out of the yard.

Song Yan glanced resentfully at Ning Ling who was standing not far away, and said, "Girl, you ruined Brother Huang's good deed, tell me, what should I do."

Ning Ling brought the tea to Song Yan, and said apologetically, "Brother Huang accidentally bumped into him too, so don't be angry, okay?"

"What do you think?" Song Yan intentionally teased this girl, with a straight face on purpose.

Suddenly Ning Ling panicked, thinking that Song Yan was really angry, and couldn't help saying: "Brother Huang, I really didn't mean it, or else, I'll just pay you."

"How to pay?" Song Yan blurted out.

As soon as the words came out, Song Yan suddenly realized that the words of the two seemed to have a hint of sexual desire.

"It's a big deal, just kiss Big Brother Huang!" Ning Ling said aggrievedly, but there was a hint of cunning in her lowered eyes.

"How about one stroke, at least two strokes." Song Yan said jokingly.

Ning Ling raised her head and looked at him shyly: "Then you also close your eyes."

"Close your eyes too?" Hearing this sentence, Song Yan suddenly realized that her appearance just now might have been intentional. When did this girl become so scheming.