Quickly wear, what should I do if the vicious cannon fodder is too stupid

Ji Yuan seemed to look over here as well.

Feng He stared straight ahead, not daring to look back.

Fu Ci Yan looked at Feng He but said nothing.

Feng He felt that many people below were glancing at him, and he felt extremely uncomfortable.

"Can I go back? I don't want to stay here anymore."

Feng He sat upright, not daring to move. But he uttered words of complaint.

"Why, Master, shouldn't you be with me in this situation?"

Feng He was silent. In what capacity could he accompany her?

"Hey, Master, don't you like tasting tea and wine? This wine is good, Master, you can try it."

[Don't drink it, it contains aphrodisiac. ]

Hearing this, Feng He looked stiffly at the amber wine in the white jade cup.

Just stay in a stalemate with it.

"Master, why don't you drink?" Fu Ci Yan asked in an inaudible tone.

Feng He shook his head calmly and said, "I don't want to drink today."

"Don't you want to drink, or don't you want to drink the wine I give you?"

Fu Ci Yan's voice turned cold and he stared at the glass of wine and said with a smile.

Feng He took a deep breath and resisted the urge to smash the wine glass on his head.

"What if I force Master to drink it?"

Feng He: “…”

The audience also fell silent because they heard Fu Ci Yan's cold and icy voice.

Feng He was very nervous because everyone's attention was now focused on the two of them...

This meant he was at risk of being discovered.

Feng He's face changed and he looked bitter. In order not to cause trouble and add unnecessary trouble, he drank the glass of wine with something added to it.

It was hard to tell whether Fu Ci Yan's expression was happy or unhappy.

Feng He has long been immune to it because his thoughts have become increasingly difficult to guess recently.

He can be smiling one second and strangle you to death the next.

The look of not giving up.

At this time, unusual movements were heard.

Feng He only felt a sharp wind blowing in front of her, and a long sword was placed on Fu Ci Yan's neck.

Feng He was simply shocked again. He wanted to see who was so desperate as to dare to do such a thing.

He was now afraid that Fu Ci Yan would knock this person away in the next second.

However, after Feng He's vision cleared, she discovered that the person was Ji Yuan.

The white jade cup in his hand fell with a crisp sound.

However, he wanted to cover his face the next moment, because he did not forget that he was wearing women's clothes.

Fu Ci Yan did not move. He slowly raised his eyes and looked at Ji Yuan coldly.

The way he looked at her was no different from looking at a dead person.

"What is Sword Master doing?"

A voice as cold as water, chilling to the bone.

"Don't make him do something he doesn't like."

Ji Yuan gave a confusing answer.

But I don’t know what nerve this sentence touched in Fu Ci Yan, and his eyes immediately turned red.

With a wave of his long sleeves, Ji Yuan's sword broke.

"When will it be your turn to talk about what's going on between us?"

He took a step back in shock, his expression slightly cracked.

Not to mention other people with lower cultivation levels.

Almost all of them had painful expressions on their faces, and some even wanted to stay away from this dangerous place.

The one who suffered the most was Feng He. Now that his spiritual power was sealed, he was no different from an ordinary person.

Not long after, Feng He rolled her eyes and fainted.

Fu Ciyan's face changed, and he immediately withdrew his pressure. He was so angry just now that he forgot that his master had no spiritual power now.

The stagnant atmosphere on the scene suddenly relaxed.

Everyone looked at Fu Ci Yan as if he were a monster. At the same time, they were even more afraid of him.

Fu Ciyan only left one sentence: "Since Sword Master likes to meddle in other people's affairs so much, then you should go to the Demon Realm to guard it for a while."

Then he carried the person who was seriously injured back with him.

Feng He's dream of not wanting others to see his face was shattered, even though Fu Ci Yan pressed his face against his chest.

But one side was still exposed.

With such an exquisite profile, everyone who has seen it knows that it is the Wind Immortal Venerable, and those who have not seen it can also guess it.

For a moment, my heart was filled with turmoil.

The relationship between master and disciple... is still unspeakable.

The conference ended in a farce.

Fu Ci Yan was a little annoyed for a moment that he did not take the seriousness of the situation seriously and released a powerful spiritual power pressure.

He was so angry that he actually forgot that he had sealed his master's spiritual power...

Thinking of what was added to the glass of wine just now, Fu Ci Yan stuffed a pill into Feng He's mouth.

Then various doctors were called to treat him, and after a long period of time, Feng He slowly recovered.

But this time the impact was too terrifying for him.

Feng He was almost unable to practice anymore, and was even worse than before his spiritual power was absorbed...

Fu Ci Yan looked at Feng He, who looked sick, with dark eyes. His thin eyebrows were slightly furrowed, as if he had something on his mind.

Fu Ci Yan's large palm smoothed his frown.

Master is unable to cultivate now, and his spiritual power remains at a low level. Will he be able to rely on him like a useless person in the future...

Thinking of this, Fu Qianci's pupils shrank slightly.

When Feng He woke up, Fu Ci Yan was holding one of his hands and pressing it against his cheek.

Feng He frowned and moved his hands, his hands felt so sore.

Fu Ci Yan slowly let go of Feng He's hand.

Feng He had gotten used to living without any abilities these days, so she didn't notice anything for a while.

Fu Ci Yan's eyes flickered, but he didn't say anything in the end.

Feng He remembered that the last thing he saw when he woke up was Ji Yuan.

So he blurted out, "Ji Yuan, he..."

Fu Ci Yan's originally calm expression was disturbed again by this sentence.

When he heard the master say another man's name, he could hardly control his violent desire.

Fu Ciyan gritted his teeth and said, "I'm not dead yet, so you don't have to worry about me all the time."

Seeing his terrifying look, Feng He wisely shut up.

Fu Ci Yan sneered, his anger taking over his mind. He said quietly, "Master, thanks to Master Jian Zun's action... you... can no longer practice."

This is a very cruel statement.

Feng He blinked, her face blank, as if she didn't understand what he said.

He realized it belatedly and tried to mobilize the spiritual power in his body, only to find that it was only a very weak bit.

Feng He was stunned.

He murmured, "Why?"

There was a trace of pity in Fu Ci Yan's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by calmness and tranquility.

"Master's tendons have been damaged again. I have asked people to do their best to preserve them, but they can only be restored to this state."

Feng He rolled her eyes and slowly began to look at Fu Ci Yan.

He remained motionless for an unknown amount of time before he suddenly raised his hand and slapped him in the face.

This almost exhausted all his strength, but the difference in strength between the two was too great.

This slap was like a tickle to Fu Ci Yan.

"Why on earth did you seal my spiritual power?! And then you released such a huge pressure! And now you let me..."